<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:28:36.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sessions of Time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-504501395905693940</id><published>2010-04-20T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:32:22.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Same me</title><content type='html'>Thats right folks &lt;div&gt;I made the change from blogspot to tumblr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No reason specifically, I like the way they set it up and I can post videos way easier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where it will be at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abag24.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-504501395905693940?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/504501395905693940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog-same-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/504501395905693940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/504501395905693940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog-same-me.html' title='New Blog Same me'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-8101473773409084032</id><published>2010-04-13T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:26:42.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to break&lt;div&gt;Be refreshed in a newness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rip and tear at the seems of myself because I'm conflicted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking under the core to who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving into the desire to be free again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The longing to be known and loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A heart can be divine and depressing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the confusion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear not of a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear of greater then I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace I can't scratch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame are my ways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost is my gaze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to me please, where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it be soon here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you be there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Just stuff on my mind, this is sometimes how my journal looks and I wanted to let you guys in a bit...although none of it probably means anything to you, there you have it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-135662662825916417</id><published>2010-04-10T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:09:41.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Sad.</title><content type='html'>So here's the deal...&lt;div&gt;I'm saddened tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one particular reason, women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First before I write I just want to put some stuff out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) No I'm not dating anyone, so this comes from the perspective of a single man that hopes to one day date and marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I also have nothing against any women that has done or are doing things I may talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story goes a little something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at my sisters wedding last night and had a great time.  It was wonderful to see her and my brother in law solidify their relationship in marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have been an amazing example to me of what it means to be a better man toward a women, and what it looks like for a women to love a man with all she has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I went trough the night I felt very outside of everything that was going on even though I was amongst it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind was going to these places of desperation and desire to one day love a women with all that I have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two things I think men desire most in life, and that is honor and intimacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honor because we like to be "right" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We want to win at mostly everything we do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for a few, we want to leave this life with humility and a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intimacy because we want to give love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We want to be special and held close to someone e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lse's&lt;/span&gt; heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for some, a life that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sacrificial&lt;/span&gt; to self, putting her before himself, expecting nothing in return to attain honor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was where my mind was at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well because I thought reflectively the whole time about my past life with women, my present (which isn't much....thankfully) and also the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past...wasn't that great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Present....well, you get my drift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But future....I do expect to one day marry, its that simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the women I know or have been friends with at one point in time break my heart without the knowledge of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at a friends profile on a large social networking website, and was sad....literally sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly am amazed by the creation of women. In every way...not just physically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decency&lt;/span&gt; has lost its touch with many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Value of self has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decreased&lt;/span&gt;, and confidence or lack there of has dropped significantly with far to many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a huge fan of organizations like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TWLOA&lt;/span&gt; (To Write Love On Her Arms)   http://www.twloha.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They help women &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt;, and some men, with depression, suicide, cutting, eating disorders, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in thinking about it....we have to have things like this because some women, and men in certain cases, drive themselves to do things that can be very destructive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going against anything these organizations do...I support them 110% Trust me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they are there because there is a huge problem with how people think of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to start reconstructing our image. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone dresses with a small amount of clothing and posts it on a website for all to see, there may be more behind it then we may know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are they making up for something, that in their eyes is just not good enough? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are they trying to get attention because they didn't have it from a father or mother figure while growing up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were they treated like crap from a guy during high school or college?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or did something go wrong...very wrong, at any point in their life?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen these things as I'm sure many others have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also been the problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of looking at women from a surface, I look much deeper and see something beautiful inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes this may come off as a  cliche "good guy" talk, but I am not saying this for THAT reason;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean it...and I mean it that guys need to treat the ladies better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And women....please be aware that there are more important things to you then what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lingerie&lt;/span&gt; you wear in a picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admire a women that holds those things secret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes a man desire to know more about the layers of what really makes you who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes him discover what it is that you are composed of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respect is a word I hear, and all of us could work on it a little better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love like you care beyond what you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that there is better, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;realistically&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pour into all that suffer, or may be dying quietly from the inside out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-135662662825916417?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/135662662825916417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-sad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/135662662825916417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/135662662825916417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-sad.html' title='Maybe Sad.'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-6445943096277639099</id><published>2010-04-08T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:45:05.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Okay"</title><content type='html'>I have been away from my laptop the past few days, and compared to November through February, I have been bad at writing and keeping my head focused on life and all that makes me what I am.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes me what I am??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe Christ has made me who "I am" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A greater being is the only thing I can fathom...because humans, In my eyes, can't possibly create what we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that day comes, well I hope I am gone by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been pondering a lot these past few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those that may not know I went to a Christian ministry school in Montana, then I spent a few months in Taiwan and China for an "outreach"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole experience broadened everything I thought or believed, (which wasn't much to begin with) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...It was great and I loved it and wish I could do it again because it was that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now reality...and its okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it okay...to just be okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like living an "okay" life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer EXTRAORDINARY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my point in bringing this up is that my life, has just been "okay" these past months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at a party this past weekend and while conversing with an individual we talked about what we do and have been doing sense this last summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put it simply, I, along with others apparently don't "live it up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry but what the hell does that mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say life is just okay, I'm implying that there are highs and lows through life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt; gets more attention then the other in my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say there have been any low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lows&lt;/span&gt;..and, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There haven't been many high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;highs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe that's where we should be then all the time right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so, and I strive to live a life that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exemplifies&lt;/span&gt; that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If God takes me to a place where things are hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I will walk through it, same goes for the things that are good in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having our minds and hearts set on the destination brings us closer to realizing that both good and bad doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrate in "good times" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy them..."live it up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love everything about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in that goodness don't forget that things may just end up becoming "okay" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say this because I was just apart of something Good, rather amazing actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in a lot of ways I wish so hard to experience things like that again, but I won't..at least not like that.  So I'm in an "okay" place right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other side to it is that I may be living in the "okay" right now because the hard and challenging is right around the corner...maybe tomorrow, if tomorrow comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I am content&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows what tomorrow will look like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-6445943096277639099?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/6445943096277639099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6445943096277639099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6445943096277639099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay.html' title='&quot;Okay&quot;'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-4448571006242771959</id><published>2010-03-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:45:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all my fellow bloggers or followers through twitter or facebook, I am letting you all know that I will most likely be taking  break from blogger and facebook for sometime. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for no specific reason, just my own sanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to move again, and I won't be able to till September.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in many ways I have made a lot of things an "escape" if you will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in attempt to get away and discover more of myself, I am taking a sabbatical from certain things in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back, keeping you all updated on life and the many things I walk through and think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't worry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love, you will still be able to get ahold of me at my email address &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abagato1@me.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-4448571006242771959?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/4448571006242771959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-all-my-fellow-bloggers-or-followers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4448571006242771959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4448571006242771959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-all-my-fellow-bloggers-or-followers.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-7536455146572884176</id><published>2010-03-23T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:00:08.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going</title><content type='html'>I have been a bad "blogger" these past few weeks. &lt;div&gt;So I'm just going to apologize and hope you all still read what I write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets pick up here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health Care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glen Beck being...Glen Beck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting a van (call me about that one) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to Rap music lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting work here and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I really want to leave and go do stuff for people without the comforts I have daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to go off that, I want to start with rough seasons of life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in a very strange and foreign place, still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place I obviously don't belong....that's intended to be deeper then Clovis CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But beyond that I want to be apart of any solution in the world right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This takes us as humans, dropping what we posses, and give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That doesn't mean you need to give money to the poor or serve little kids in orphanages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although those things are great, not all of us may be in that place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself...I'm not in place to give anything financially for example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as humans we pity ourselves and say there is nothing we can do....for whatever reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the good news is that you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever thought about giving yourself to others? (this has nothing to do with sex haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its easy to go and serve a day at a place in need...but shouldn't our everyday look something like that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldn't we give up ourselves to better someone else...even if its in a drive thru at Taco Bell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I to demand or frustrate someone I don't even know on a personal level? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They may not be having a good day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They may have been through a bad break up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They may not have health care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They may not have a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They may not have a family to go to when they are at a&lt;i&gt; low&lt;/i&gt; place in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY could be you...me...or the guy on a street corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the THEY, however you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I say things like this a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we need to stop living by our words alone and actually GO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of the established "church" talking about the life Jesus lived, when they stayed glued to the building they are in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was in China 2 things happened that stood out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One: I went to a church where it was in a park and we just played games and ate meals with everyone around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two: I went to an underground church where we spent time hanging out and eating...AKA living in community, it was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 2 things are important to how we live, believers and non believers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believers..... you should get up and spend more time with those that have nothing, then with those that you see a few times a week anyways (this also helps the people you go to church with to spend more time "outside" the church then within it basically because you aren't there..thus leading them to either join you or leave and stay bored somewhere else) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As non believers I encourage you to continue whatever it is that you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to parties, get togethers, and spend time with those people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you all are a good example of what Christians should be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, as believers should want to spend more time outside the "church"  then within it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, go people, and live amongst everyone..no matter who or what lifestyle they live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-7536455146572884176?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/7536455146572884176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-been-bad-blogger-these-past-few.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/7536455146572884176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/7536455146572884176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-been-bad-blogger-these-past-few.html' title='Going'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-4548822738129059868</id><published>2010-03-17T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:24:45.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;"Belatedly I loved thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new, belatedly I loved thee. For see, thou wast within and I was without, and I sought thee out there. Unlovely, I rushed heedlessly among the lovely things thou hast made. Thou wast with me, but I was not with thee. These things kept me far from thee; even though they were not at all unless they were in thee. Thou didst call and cry aloud, and didst force open my deafness. Thou didst gleam and shine, and didst chase away my blindness. Thou didst breathe fragrant odors and I drew in my breath; and now I pant for thee. I tasted, and now I hunger and thirst. Thou didst touch me, and I burned for thy peace."&lt;br /&gt;— Augustine of Hippo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-4548822738129059868?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/4548822738129059868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/belatedly-i-loved-thee-o-beauty-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4548822738129059868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4548822738129059868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/belatedly-i-loved-thee-o-beauty-so.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-8928916912046225224</id><published>2010-03-09T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:05:34.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I hate all your show and pretense&lt;br /&gt;the hypocrisy of your praise&lt;br /&gt;the hypocrisy of your festivals&lt;br /&gt;I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away with your noisy worship&lt;br /&gt;Away with your noisy hymns&lt;br /&gt;I stop up my ears when your&lt;br /&gt;singing ‘em&lt;br /&gt;I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead let there be a flood&lt;br /&gt;of justice&lt;br /&gt;An endless procession of righteous&lt;br /&gt;living, living&lt;br /&gt;Instead let there be a flood&lt;br /&gt;of justice&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are closed when you’re praying&lt;br /&gt;you sing right along with the band&lt;br /&gt;you shine up your shoes for services&lt;br /&gt;but there’s blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you turned your back on the homeless&lt;br /&gt;and the ones that don’t fit in your plans&lt;br /&gt;quit playing religion games&lt;br /&gt;there’s blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! let’s argue this out&lt;br /&gt;if your sins are blood red&lt;br /&gt;let’s argue this out&lt;br /&gt;you’ll be white as the clouds&lt;br /&gt;let’s argue this out&lt;br /&gt;quit fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give love to the ones who can’t love at all&lt;br /&gt;give hope to the ones who got no hope at all&lt;br /&gt;stand up for the ones who can’t stand up at all&lt;br /&gt;instead of a show&lt;br /&gt;I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Jon Foreman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;"Instead of a Show"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This is how I feel about church, and people in general....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;It has its good and bad. But there is something large that we lack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And that is justice and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Why cant we love and show hope to those that have none of that at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Or maybe they are the ones that have it and know what love and justice really is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Some stuff to marinate on, and hopefully on your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Not just your mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;More to come tonight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-8928916912046225224?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/8928916912046225224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-all-your-show-and-pretense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/8928916912046225224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/8928916912046225224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-all-your-show-and-pretense.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-8357819907485240343</id><published>2010-03-01T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:21:50.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women, Men, and The Bachelor</title><content type='html'>So here is the deal..&lt;div&gt;Yes its on all that good stuff, like relationships, man &amp;amp; woman, sex, and dating. &lt;div&gt;My inspiration for this comes from one of the highest rated T.V. shows, The Bachelor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I want to start with the concept and "idea" of this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I must confess, I have seen the show numerous times.  But I began to see something as I watched. These individuals claim multiple things: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love all of these women that are left in the competition"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Out of these two I don't know who to pick because I love them both"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get my point right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this has many factors to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One being; This man or woman (bachelorette) say that they love multiple individuals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm intrigued because I do believe you can love multiple people.  I know I do, and I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say this though, falling in love and being in love is intimate and rare....well at least it should be, especially in marriage.  Because I think we can all agree divorce is not always the greatest thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for him or her to say they love all or a few people is not correct in this context.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last I knew we are made to either be single (1 Corinthians 7:25-31) or married and committed to one woman or man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact it's better to be single if you can be, and that is truth.  I'm sure we can all agree on that....(unless your between the ages of 13- 19, with the exception of those older, but that brings up another issue) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I am getting at with this is how can a man or woman fall deeply, madly in love with multiple people at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so now you say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well he chooses THE ONE at the end"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what I say to that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, this is treated as some kind of competition from when they arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A competition people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The definition of Competition is "to strive for" or "be in rivalry" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This seems strange to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my future wife to feel I fought for her, but not literally fight or be in rivalry over her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a human! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldn't it be a natural thing that God ordained?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, fight for your woman, stick up for her, but holy crap let her feel like a person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt any of these women went through the show without questioning if they were good enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or if they were the right one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or if he loved them more then another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in some ways that may be okay to do.....if you are confident in who you are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but obviously that can't even be very true because they are on a T.V. show that picks these smoking hot babes that care way more about how they look then how they feel about themselves.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just tired of really, really low self esteemed women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But men don't off the hook, because we have been the problem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have created what women should be, and so they do that those things.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's apparently what we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want authenticity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all need to treat women and men for that matter as special human beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like they are just apart of a competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, this is to those that watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watch it for entertainment purposes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that makes me sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how we spend our time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching other people "figure out" who their wife or husband will be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't we get up and do something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go find and search for that person instead of getting ideas from a T.V. show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or instead of spending 1-3 hours of our life watching stuff, do something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not condoning T.V. or shows that we watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe consider doing something of value before you watch a show.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go for a walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ride a bike...I don't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just do something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that wonderful woman he has chosen, best of wishes. I'm serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are THE ONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You stood out more then all those others and he picked the best which was you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he went through and did a lot of odd and wrong things to get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women should never be compared to other women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor handled like pieces of meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men, we need to show more love and respect that gives &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;woman the feeling of confidence within herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-8357819907485240343?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/8357819907485240343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-here-is-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/8357819907485240343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/8357819907485240343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-here-is-deal.html' title='Women, Men, and The Bachelor'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-4832152893041460226</id><published>2010-03-01T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:45:15.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to express my thanks for all those in Taiwan and here for your understanding, regarding my choice to stay.  It was not an easy one to make, but I am great full to be here.  &lt;div&gt;Your prayers and thoughts have meant the most to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this time I am in the process of looking for and trying to get a job while I am still here...you could imagine how fun that is.  ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited to be here though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In some ways.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been doing better these past few days then when I first got home.  As many may know it was and still is a strange transition from Asia to America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Taiwan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I miss Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a good place though.  Mainly talking about where my mind is at.  There are things that come up in life and some how God has given me grace.  And in that he allows me to discern what to do and where to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I sent off an application to the School of Biblical Studies in Montana.  The school goes on for 9 months in places all over the world.  The one in Montana starts in September of this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that learning and getting more into Gods word is what he has for me now.  I want to continue to pursue those things more then anything else.  One day putting them to use in a classroom setting or within a church....but I'll let him work that path for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just learned a lot about so many things and want to continue in those areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with that for all that are reading this, I do not want to be looked at or taken as a "religious" person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact I hate religion......and things perceived or actually done in the "church" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things of that nature make me question why we are really followers of Christ or if people that are followers really are what they say they are. You follow?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look people are messy and have a lot of things that just aren't right with them.....I am one of those people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we can all....all of us, believers and non-believers get our heads around that concept we might get somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of us will ever have anything really figured out.  I do know this, Love covers all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It covers our sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our lives that are messed up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our pasts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it covers how we treat each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets learn to love better. Leave out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cynicism&lt;/span&gt; and "your ways" and ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gets you no where!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone once told me, "You should never have to burn any bridges" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the words have to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a choice.  Lets make things better between each other and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learn to simply &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also feel free to email me at abagato1@me.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twitter... @abag24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-4832152893041460226?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/4832152893041460226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-express-my-thanks-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4832152893041460226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4832152893041460226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-express-my-thanks-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-8892470747478508627</id><published>2010-02-24T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:15:20.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I want to post an update on my life and what I am doing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;It has been a really long time that I have been able to take time and breathe.  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;Recuperating in America is tough.  I have been back for over 2 weeks now, but it has felt longer then that.  And generally in my life that means its time to move.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;But my plans have changed.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I decided last week to stay in America and live here till I am ready to move on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;As many may no, I was going to be leaving for Taiwan in late March.  God has begun to direct me and pull me in another direction.  And its one I am not comfortable with exactly.  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;This is why I am staying though.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;To live "uncomfortably.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I spent the past 6 months learning and living in Gods ways...not mine…and this was somewhat uncomfortable. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;And my way was to leave learn some more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;So it’s not the fact that I don’t want to learn and go to school. It’s because there are things in my life I still have to do here and now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;Going to a school in the fall is a yes...all the way, but more then where I go or what I do, I need to be living in the here and now of Clovis CA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I want to say sadly at the end of that sentence, but this is the Lords planning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I trust and have faith that things will work together while I am home.  This country, this state and this city are lost.... just like the rest of the world, but I don’t see it so much that way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;God has really laid it on my heart to be creative and work in people’s lives here.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I also want to make it known that this has no ties to anyone’s influence, making me want to stay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;Not my family and not my friends in Clovis or Lakeside have made me want to stay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is my choice and decision, which I know is what Christ wants.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;Walking in his obedience is how I want to live my life ultimately.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And with that, I want to be in places I am challenged. (Not that I wouldn’t be in Taiwan) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I have been surrounded with friends and family in prayer and affirmation with this choice.  And I thank you all for your support. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;God has blessed me with great people in my life, and they have spoken truth to me about this.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I thank you all for understanding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;If you have anymore questions please call or email me. You can also get a hold of me on Facebook of Twitter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Abagato1@me.com"&gt;Abagato1@me.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-8892470747478508627?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/8892470747478508627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-post-update-on-my-life-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/8892470747478508627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/8892470747478508627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-post-update-on-my-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-5971146029008883774</id><published>2010-02-10T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:59:57.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I'm here now&lt;div&gt;In a place of realization and curiosity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place that is foreign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a stranger to what I knew and where I have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has revolutionized my view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still searching for my place in the midst of this unfamiliarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy for me now, to know where I am found at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the location of my human body is displaced in many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to know more and grow deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why is it a challenge at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing the past frustrations and being thankful...yet sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sad because I want to do those things again; just sad that that style of life happens to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be apart of the solution, not start a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join a cause, unseen, to impact change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No agenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacking legalism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And embrace creativity  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get out of what has remained the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all of this for myself, but with others, and amongst the groups of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a messy, and at times confused human being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to rise to the realization that I can't do a lot but live life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and live it accordingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be a radical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a realist.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never do I want to run the country. But do you think love and respect can be THE "change"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it can.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last week in China was when President Obama gave his State of the Union address.  I am a left wing moderate/conservative...depending on the issue.  Some may say I am unable to be categorized; I see myself as a peaceful decision maker. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that point, I realized something I never payed attention to before in Government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called out Republicans and said that they did this and that.....Well it is true they did do the this or that, that he was talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what about himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Republicans constantly shove an agenda towards the Liberals.  But so do the Liberals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It generally is a mudslinging party between the two, of whom said or did something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really....It is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both sides call out each others wrong doing...and neither fully getting a point across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just leads us to bad choices, and division within ourselves.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People assume way to easily that someone is right or wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about the homosexuals that are republicans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about the kid who is orphaned and needs love from a family? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about the average guy who just got diagnosed with cancer and can't afford bills, so essentially he can't afford his own disease? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying I know the answer or agree with it all, but what about the core of all these things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all have a heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we need to show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real, authentic... Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-5971146029008883774?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/5971146029008883774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-im-here-now-in-place-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/5971146029008883774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/5971146029008883774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-im-here-now-in-place-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-3059980733505751586</id><published>2010-02-04T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:59:00.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Processing through this week.  It is good...  Changing countries is different and new, like really new to me.  I forgot what America was like for 2 months.  I stepped off a plane in Taiwan, but in doing that I had prepared myself for that moment months prior to its happening.  &lt;div&gt;When I chose to go to Taiwan and China I immediately told myself that it would be new.  I also wanted something different in my life at the time, I was searching for more.  Not only was I searching myself during school through learning, but I was needing to get away for a new experience that would mold me.  So I let control go and do its work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I longed to be in that country, I searched myself to how I would react to a new place.  I began to learn myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there and still looked deep inside myself.  I learned how I reacted to people close to me, and the natives.  I learned how I was in another place, and it was much different then who I am as an American.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this shouldn't come off as though I changed because I was in a new place and I could get away with it.  It was because I was a guest and I had a purpose being there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became apart of that country in some ways.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are things I saw and experiences that I just can't grasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally can't grasp some things I was apart of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because my mind had been set on the things I needed to do in those moments.  As a result I am processing them now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no regret that I didn't think much of it during those times either.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is content.  But not in all areas, and those places will take time to discover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-3059980733505751586?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/3059980733505751586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/02/processing-through-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/3059980733505751586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/3059980733505751586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/02/processing-through-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-9137926342790886700</id><published>2010-02-01T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:38:53.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We say we want change or were changed because of our experiences, but what does that really mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went through a season of life that challenged me and taught me to do things different.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change...yes, but not of what I do or what I act like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still do things that I did years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still drink my favorite drinks and eat Swedish fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still laugh at dumb jokes and say "that's what she said", if necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immature at time; I am aware. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am still, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has "changed" is the way I think, or how I respond to things at certain times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do like to read and write now (and for those that have known me I hated both for the longest time) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then those minor things, I am still the same.  Kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked deep into who I was during this time, and found I didn't like who I had become.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a past that need to be transformed.  It all started with the willingness to admit I was wrong, broken and lost.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was living on repeat, everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough of that.  My point in all this is about something greater.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just living life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished Donald Millers new book "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years"...it inspired me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is writing about his story and the things he went through that made his life more "story" worthy.  He claims he was doing nothing that made his life valuable and interesting, so he starts doing a bunch of different things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I took away is that I am just living life, and within it we need to have good experiences to fully live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that blows my own mind......I am living, and because I am living I should make the most of it and do it to it's best.  This is also God's purpose for us.  But it hits me about where I am at today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a library writing on a blog, so you may be thinking...really Aaron??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am in Montana and just returned form Asia.  I never thought or wanted to be in Montana.  It snows all the time, and no one lives here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's something I realized.  It may not be that big of a deal, but it's different. New.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An out of the ordinary thing to do.  To come here, learn how to be with people in another country, and then move away for another 2 months to a foreign land!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of these things I can't believe I just did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those are the kind of moments that make us aware we are living a good story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My old youth pastor used to ask us about graveyards and what things are written on the plates in the ground.  I never got what he was talking about...and I still don't fully know what it means in many way's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would say, "You never see things written on it that talk about how good their job was, their work ethic, the car they drove, the cloths they wore, things of that nature." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuing he would talk about the dates of when they were born till the day they died.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of morbid?  Yes.  But true.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the things we do in between those years that dictate what is remembered or written on our slab.  It may not say much but they tend to look like this:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Amazing Father, Loving Wife, Kind Hearted Man, Adventurous."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are words that describe the action the person took during their life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to me remembered as a loving and genuine person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I want to do things that may be crazy, because that is living how we were made to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of ordinary, and into a good story...our own story, and we get to decide how we want it to be read.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-9137926342790886700?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/9137926342790886700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/02/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/9137926342790886700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/9137926342790886700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2010/02/change.html' title='Change?'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-2369239209388272984</id><published>2009-12-21T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:36:06.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sit here..&lt;div&gt;Stubborn in inspiration and laking words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a frustration in itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really Aaron? Blaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get words out and onto paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to just say it, but that's not how it's working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I at a loss for words?...but in a different way this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tends to just be a "block" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this what it's like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A loss of words because of awe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awe of it all....and of who all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah. It's Awe, and the risk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-2369239209388272984?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/2369239209388272984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-sit-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2369239209388272984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2369239209388272984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-sit-here.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-2258387055456764021</id><published>2009-12-19T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:54:09.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This</title><content type='html'>This all I have &lt;div&gt;A heart that want's to give you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no skills &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No great gift to offer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No musical talent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No "show" or presentation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-2258387055456764021?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/2258387055456764021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2258387055456764021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2258387055456764021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/this.html' title='This'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-1739596101355811903</id><published>2009-12-17T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:24:57.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was listening to some worship music, and I was going crazy with it.  God is so good in the many way's and times he reveals himself.  I'm just sitting here listening to music in a kitchen, in Taiwan, praising the Lord!  I freaking love him and all that he is to me.  Just a few months ago, I was not the least bit focused or "in tune" with his praise or love.  The sound of his love is so good!  He is here, not just in this moment or when we praise him, but all the time. How great is it that we can do it anywhere, and in any form, silence or singing at the top of our lungs, people around us, or in reverie.  He has made me, and although I was broken, frustrated, angry, and disobedient he was there and I just needed to be even more broken so I may grow, made alive again.  Broken again?? Yeah I have had to let go of all the crap and garbage I filled my life with, face it, and get to a complete low.  Because only he can fix it, (and realize that).  My own flesh can't do any of these things to make it better, that is why I had to completely be broken. And my brokenness was a simple, and a rather peaceful fall.  I really mean this, and I praise him so much for making me that way.  Going before him, on my face with nothing, that is all it took.  AWWW dang it hit so hard when I did that. Breathless in front of all I had done, to myself, to others, and to God.  But he came.  Brought me up and now I'm here!? Whoa! I can't get enough. It was those first 6 weeks away, and it changed me.  I feel I am rambling on ha..... Well there it is, I say all of this because I am in amazement when I look back, and I praise God everyday for doing all of this.  In another country, months after all of this, I am still amazed and praising him for this work.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-1739596101355811903?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/1739596101355811903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-was-listening-to-some-worship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/1739596101355811903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/1739596101355811903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-was-listening-to-some-worship.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-1856422422802559660</id><published>2009-12-15T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:48:39.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your freedom oh God&lt;div&gt;You let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I lay.... and gone ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me rest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You settle my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You bring uncontainable joy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rise and realize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There. you speak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my thief &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open I come, eye's wide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took me for the night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your house, where I want to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to taste more of the sweetness you have for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slumber or Sound &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is when there is peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;patience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prolonging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a deep desire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rhythm, despite the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy. Lord. God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-1856422422802559660?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/1856422422802559660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-freedom-oh-god-you-let-me-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/1856422422802559660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/1856422422802559660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-freedom-oh-god-you-let-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-662010000180067645</id><published>2009-12-13T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:05:44.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the weekend at a church, hung out with Jr High kids all day Saturday and Sunday.  It was a blast playing games, eating their food, and watching movies.  My life is good and this is the perfect example of God's kingdom.  People of all ages and backgrounds simply coming together to basically "party"&lt;div&gt;I no it sounds silly, but it's true.  In every way, we were created to do things like this, we don't need to get crazy and on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pedestal&lt;/span&gt; to "have a good time" and do what "God tells us to do" cause that isn't true in all cases.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying company and friends is important, and I am so thankful I got to do that with people in another country, and for that reason people I just saw for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That give's me something to live for....yeah we get to party with each other just for the sake of it because that's how God created us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many great things in life, and I don't expect it do be this way all the time, but I praise God now, and I no it won't be the last time he does good for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good for me......Yeah, even good in bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I leave with that, there is more to come on the way.  My journey so far has been eventful and delightful.  Many stories, and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-662010000180067645?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/662010000180067645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/spent-weekend-at-church-hung-out-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/662010000180067645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/662010000180067645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/spent-weekend-at-church-hung-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-1293848103783520482</id><published>2009-12-10T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:33:02.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wrestling with God is good&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being caught in his spirit leaves me at a loss for words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;literally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...awe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-1293848103783520482?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/1293848103783520482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrestling-with-god-is-good-being-caught.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/1293848103783520482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/1293848103783520482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrestling-with-god-is-good-being-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-2009575731300839915</id><published>2009-12-08T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:05:02.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to bed&lt;div&gt;Gods love over pours through my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the number one thought and desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gives me breath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pours out grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strengthens the weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to see his heart more.more.more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see his heart in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can more be like you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is this right for us to cross paths right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like what God does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet it's mysterious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have said this before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let's talk...more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Focused on those things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And us.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-2009575731300839915?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/2009575731300839915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-going-to-bed-gods-love-over-pours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2009575731300839915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2009575731300839915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-going-to-bed-gods-love-over-pours.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-5143484950300247938</id><published>2009-12-08T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:37:51.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a fantastic day.&lt;div&gt;Myself and 2 other guy's went to the university and played basketball for 3 hours... amazing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just got to play and hang out with the local students there and it was a great experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to hang out with people in another culture makes me want to live...fully live.  I have been writing constantly in my journal about all these experiences.  I will share a few with you along the way but for now I just want to say that things here are great.  I miss home and Montana, but this is where I am at and God is good.  Really he is, Good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was little talk about why we are here in Taiwan, and that was good.  One of the first steps is just building relationships with people.  I like this, no shouting, and no mission statements about how we need to tell people about Jesus all the time, its simply BEING a human being. We were made to talk and build friendship with people...just like everyone else.  I am no different. So talking, being me, being realistic, true to being a human.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-5143484950300247938?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/5143484950300247938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-fantastic-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/5143484950300247938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/5143484950300247938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-fantastic-day.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-4352168724676482639</id><published>2009-12-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:32:22.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SxhKVCdUBjI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y6UACUkA7og/s1600-h/CIMG0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SxhKVCdUBjI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y6UACUkA7og/s400/CIMG0562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411156677583177266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View out of my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SxhKUnoiklI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZfZ3Tvq6s9c/s1600-h/CIMG0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SxhKUnoiklI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZfZ3Tvq6s9c/s400/CIMG0559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411156670382510674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amazing invention right here BAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SxhKUHhnUuI/AAAAAAAAABE/EzhGKdeFZsY/s1600-h/CIMG0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SxhKUHhnUuI/AAAAAAAAABE/EzhGKdeFZsY/s400/CIMG0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411156661763527394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right now I am in the Korean airport waiting for our flight to Taiwan.  Last night was awesome. We got into Korea around 7, and 4 of us went to the downtown area where everyone seemed to be.  Its so cool to be seeing places I have only heard about or seen pictures of.  The whole experience is so amazing and I am so blessed to have the chance to do this.  I am happily afraid to say that I love this place already!  Please feel free to email me at abagato1@me.com &lt;div&gt;I will continue to update this during my time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-4352168724676482639?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/4352168724676482639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/view-out-of-my-room-amazing-invention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4352168724676482639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4352168724676482639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/view-out-of-my-room-amazing-invention.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SxhKVCdUBjI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y6UACUkA7og/s72-c/CIMG0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-6264689416348214552</id><published>2009-12-01T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:16:13.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's be even more honest....&lt;div&gt;There is an explosion inside of me that is so calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am comfortable with the newness of it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... it is good. And it makes sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's keep it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-6264689416348214552?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/6264689416348214552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-be-even-more-honest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6264689416348214552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6264689416348214552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-be-even-more-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-4898719233683527452</id><published>2009-11-28T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:35:45.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what do you think?&lt;div&gt;I sit here and think of you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it you? Is this me? No. Well give me your hand and an open heart and I'll tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't two better than one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So still I sit, can we talk , about you,  about me, about us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us?! Can we discover more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will the cure be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I a distraction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is no mistake, so let's do it the right way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I to you, you are for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's try... This is not as confusing as it could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more cup of coffee, and then I'll go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of me want's to no you better, let's talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to no you more....YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks trusty Relationship Field guide Handbook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do you think? What do you no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-4898719233683527452?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/4898719233683527452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-what-do-you-think-i-sit-here-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4898719233683527452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4898719233683527452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-what-do-you-think-i-sit-here-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-9087749797411003332</id><published>2009-11-22T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:13:10.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needle Girl</title><content type='html'>I have been listening to the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;switchfoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; and it has brought me this lyric&lt;div&gt;"You're a needle girl, in a haystack world.. it's no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accident&lt;/span&gt; we're here tonight" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a thought....I like how God speaks, let that marinate for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-9087749797411003332?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/9087749797411003332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/needle-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/9087749797411003332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/9087749797411003332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/needle-girl.html' title='Needle Girl'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-7364358896906571246</id><published>2009-11-19T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:25:58.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blink</title><content type='html'>There the girl sits,she blinks...Ahhhh&lt;div&gt;so refreshing {speculative} in her eye's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she submits her pen to the page &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a laugh, a giggle...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh she notices something about me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your heart is like a drop of ink on the page &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never stop, only to think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh but there you blink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just that is so symbolic (to me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are meant to blink, just like a restart of what you are looking at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if our hearts could blink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT they do! WE ARE FREE! your heart blinked, and you were set back to what's right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In God's eye's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He blinked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot about what he just saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and began seeing a new you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to jana strickler) the girl across the table that so inspired me in this moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-7364358896906571246?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/7364358896906571246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blink.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/7364358896906571246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/7364358896906571246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blink.html' title='blink'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-5009607257878356976</id><published>2009-11-18T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:59:12.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sleepy today&lt;div&gt;And God is showing me an awful lot today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week are going over spiritual warfare, and the battles we have in out minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes currently I am battling my mind right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music calms, to bring the cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cure sways me to a divine beat in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the keys cling to the music in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my eyes glaze with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indifference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indifference of the soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a deeper part then I may no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this battle of body and mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the matter that I am composed of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has created me in that way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why the opposition in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it burns deep into my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am I right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is THIS right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are you right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause its not anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a freedom from past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a battle of who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a connection that I don't no who it's from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or is this the opposition from the battle within me......? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-5009607257878356976?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/5009607257878356976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sleepy-today-and-god-is-showing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/5009607257878356976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/5009607257878356976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sleepy-today-and-god-is-showing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-489006769588073708</id><published>2009-11-16T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:44:17.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud</title><content type='html'>in my room, listening to my room mate talk to me about whatevs.....while my music is playing.......can i sleep&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im tired, what is it with people staying up till 3 in the morning and disrupting the sleepy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lay in my bed and want silence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeking it so hard but it wont stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is not out of frustration with anyone. but really people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im ready for a good nights sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;longing to wake for a day filled with learning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a day lead by the spirit without sleepiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but so is your bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me old man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me a party pooper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you say that....think again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like having fun and being apart of the "party" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here i go, to sleep at some kind of a reasonable hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup here it is. goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-489006769588073708?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/489006769588073708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/489006769588073708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/489006769588073708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/loud.html' title='Loud'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-8403828516920280842</id><published>2009-11-12T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:04:53.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently reading in a calm quiet place&lt;div&gt;Imprisoned In Iran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Dan Baumann &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to this next peaceful hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then some more worship tonight, and probably go out and walk on this fine evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-8403828516920280842?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-7359781476826212484</id><published>2009-11-12T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:20:52.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS A GREAT DAY!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt; what an amazing day it has been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up like every morning, but there was something about today I knew was going to be to good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to breakfast, took a long warm shower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep breathing to clear my mind and body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got some tea, and headed to a quiet place to meditate for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrote some stuff down, read a bit, and went to worship....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unbelievably&lt;/span&gt; well and also won a free chai for having the cleanest room in the dorms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so off to class I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waited on the Lord and yep it turned into one of those days, that feeling I got this morning set in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a feeling of pure LOVE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gods presence overwhelming me so hard core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost can't put all this into words of how great it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just so high off what God is doing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ill post more later when I have made better sense of how to put this in the right words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-7359781476826212484?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/7359781476826212484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-great-day-ahhhh-what-amazing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/7359781476826212484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/7359781476826212484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-great-day-ahhhh-what-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-6806503069151366222</id><published>2009-11-11T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:22:30.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today has been a rather refreshing day&lt;div&gt;and very different from last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying some music with a friend beside, and that has been a good thing about today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realizing friendship is what we all need more of in our life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being genuine and true with other people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't show a lot of "emotion" in that area but I appreciate it greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just want to make note that this Friday will be a good day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TWOLHA&lt;/span&gt; is going on, write LOVE on your arm just in support of those you may or may not no that suffer or have dealt with depression, cutting, addictions of any kind, and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me personally no a few that have been through some of these things and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; of them and celebrating them is very important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-6806503069151366222?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/6806503069151366222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-today-has-been-rather-refreshing-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6806503069151366222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6806503069151366222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-today-has-been-rather-refreshing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-5757806471580178456</id><published>2009-11-10T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:57:38.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;Oh, well the wind starts to look like her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun and her bright blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sea and the shore fall and rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like her breast as she breathes by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is her lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun is headed on down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like her hair as she lays down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we reach ocean side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over I hear the same train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rhythm of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sleepy girl's breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rhythm of my southbound train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;This is Jon Foreman's lyrics to a song that just makes me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;One day when that person comes into my life, this is how I will feel. no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;The words are exactly how calming it is to love and be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;God's love overrules all this but between two humans this is pretty good description. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I don't no this entirely from experience, but there are people I really care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;And it has nothing to do with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; other, because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;This just touched a spot inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-5757806471580178456?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/5757806471580178456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-well-wind-starts-to-look-like-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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ever have a day where time just isn't on at the right time? Today was a day like that. &lt;div&gt;Long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhat unproductive.... Basically I cant wait to get out of this country for a few months, but there are many I will miss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting in our library currently and its quiet peaceful, I like this a lot these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many may no I have always been an "always GO GO GO" person...but I'm way tired of that, and do you ever get that feeling....... the one that you no will stick with you for the rest of your life because of major changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is one of those. Its nice and makes my life ...... sweeter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and have you ever had a day where all that matters is "how much have I done with myself today??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah it's also been one of those day's.  Even though I am enjoying the calmness in my life I have not been productive in the finest way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my thoughts, and yeah I'm ready for a new week of goodness to begin. God is awesome, I'm off to spend some more time with the big man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-2840658196521721171?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/2840658196521721171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2840658196521721171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2840658196521721171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-1791097186268418893</id><published>2009-11-07T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:07:40.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive Again</title><content type='html'>My broken branch is dead&lt;div&gt;My leaves are alive again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This was on my mind. New life is good, just pondering the quote) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-1791097186268418893?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/1791097186268418893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-broken-branch-is-dead-my-leaves-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/1791097186268418893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/1791097186268418893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-broken-branch-is-dead-my-leaves-are.html' title='Alive Again'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-2486419086022528335</id><published>2009-11-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:08:12.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>The sun shines through&lt;div&gt;Wood showing its true colors, this is my view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it cool?!... I get to wake to this, how nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why have I ignored the true beauty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elegance&lt;/span&gt; for so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to reach out and grab a piece of it, hold it, snuggle to the warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I work, but thankfully God has the sun shinning so I wont be to down about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its surprising how the weather dictates how we fell sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I like the winter but its not my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say though, I need sunlight, and quiet often at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-2486419086022528335?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/2486419086022528335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/sun-shines-through-wood-showing-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2486419086022528335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/2486419086022528335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/sun-shines-through-wood-showing-its.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-6184366071050009555</id><published>2009-11-06T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:09:03.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>Literally rocked my world. I have never been so shocked by Gods power and greatness&lt;div&gt;Total affirmation in his words and the things he is going to do in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or as they say patience is a virtue....well lets see Isa. 40:31 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Those that wait on the Lord renew their strength"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is good. Waiting is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imperative&lt;/span&gt; and has become a crucial part of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is my heart right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God only knows what will be done with me through the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he gave us a mind to use, and that brings us to our daily choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart continues to long deeply for him, and he answers in way I cant see coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pure confirmation is bliss in the spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new found LOVE in him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-6184366071050009555?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/6184366071050009555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6184366071050009555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6184366071050009555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-4092241303372535467</id><published>2009-11-05T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:08:44.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My rooms view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SvMqllKYGeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/revAzySoWts/s1600-h/CIMG0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SvMqllKYGeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/revAzySoWts/s400/CIMG0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400707203266517474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can I not stand in pure amazement! Look at this, not just the sky... deeper then that &lt;div&gt;Today is an amazing day in my life, and in the lives around me. Complete praise and adoration in all that God does! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-4092241303372535467?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/4092241303372535467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-i-not-stand-in-pure-amazement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4092241303372535467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/4092241303372535467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-i-not-stand-in-pure-amazement.html' title='My rooms view'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/SvMqllKYGeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/revAzySoWts/s72-c/CIMG0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423420103045114144.post-6939215199863378951</id><published>2009-11-05T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:46:38.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impact:Touch</title><content type='html'>My heart cant cry out enough. &lt;div&gt;God your provision over me shatters all perception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are all that reigns and stirs the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your grace and LOVE are purely crystalized like a fine piece that wont be tapped or chipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ever need is your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how you show how great you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking me to the very tear that falls (silence breaks. silently)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other thing can be done in such a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only you and you presence do such works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I not trust in the great God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see me. Know me. Believe that even I can follow you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bones crumble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My chest fills with air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pure weakness pushes on my lungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No air but a brokeness of sweetness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That of which blows through my arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers desire to touch. Reach. Grab. Only you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wreckage in you is at its prime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Climax plateau's, Forever and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My face flares with pure praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Determination in the Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharply bundling your presence in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon my chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An embrace of sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm progressively moving forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You purify, cleanly sweep a path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're writing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each letter and word smooth to the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like water in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running down glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaning a spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One. At. Atime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dew drips. . runs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escaping the sky to be.set on your glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For us. From you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing at a time {dripdrip}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does not stop until it reaches its purposeful destination.Like a fresh breath.coolness. touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purifying what it touches in a small way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then.Impactfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A splash..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making a change of what it hits. Impacts.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small drop. Impacting like a large drop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still.Quiet.Voice of PEACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the silence. CHAOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two opposites, same whole attraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impacts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423420103045114144-6939215199863378951?l=abagato1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/feeds/6939215199863378951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/impacttouch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6939215199863378951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423420103045114144/posts/default/6939215199863378951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abagato1.blogspot.com/2009/11/impacttouch.html' title='Impact:Touch'/><author><name>aaron bagato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09902050478066751833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmSP9mXofUU/S2eRvlb7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ng-Y1tchGHU/S220/CIMG0547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
