﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Blog: Það sem ég er að ganga í gengum, það sem er á hjarta mínu eða bara það sem Guð er að tala til mín...</title><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/</link><description>--Pippi-- son of =Jesus=</description><copyright>(c) 2007, BlogCentral.is, All rights reserved.</copyright><ttl>60</ttl><item><title>I´m late... We are late!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;What time is it??&lt;br /&gt;It´s time for you to walk in freedom! Call on the name of the Lord, while it is still called today. Cause there´s not much time. He will hear the cry of your heart. No matter where you are. No matter where you been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Him say: Whom shall I send, Who will go for me? Then I said: Here am I, Lord. Send me! I will go, I will do your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is calling, right now!&lt;br /&gt;Those who have answer the Call of God have become world changer (I wana be an world changer). But you will never answer the call unless you feel the pressure in your own soul.&lt;br /&gt;(It will be worth it and God WILL be on your side).&lt;br /&gt;Our hope on God will keep us from falling(from God / the call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you maybe this guy, that after 10 years you are still asking yourself, Why did I not answer the call / Why have I not answer the call yet, I´m here, same place, as I was 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, is the time! Come on.&lt;br /&gt;When you answer the call, people will come after you. People will see that you are making a different! ...or, they will say: "Hey, dude! Stop, you are making me look bad. Can you please be like all other church people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!! I can´t... I know that God has so much more for me! I can´t act anymore like this is it. I don´t want be like them. I wana be who God called me to be. Be a world changer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, if we got a group of people that loves God and hate the sin, people that are not looking for to be seen, people that will give all the glory to God. Nothing at all could come against us, or break us.&lt;br /&gt;An Army that is nameless, faceless and selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear God? ... or do you fear men?&lt;br /&gt;The true freedom cames when you fear God. But if you fear man, you will not walk through this life free.&lt;br /&gt;Are you loving people? ...or are you judging people? &lt;br /&gt;I have no right to judge people. I mean without God I´m a sinful person, worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Only God i good! We have all done things wrong and fall into a sin.&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at Jesus. He was loving on people and spoke freedom to them.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to testify the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on mission, or is this day just like tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New generation is wakeing up in your city!&lt;br /&gt;We will go forward. We WILL, go forward, like never before. The King of darkness (king of the lie), will try to come against us, But God will fight with His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, everyone! Open your eyes and see that this world needs you!&lt;br /&gt;Stand up! Cause God does´t see you as failure. &lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name, right now!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2009/2/27/im-late-we-are-late/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2009/2/27/im-late-we-are-late/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:57:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>The power is yours!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Phil 4:13 I can do everything through him who gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;Through God YOU can do anything. YOU have the power now!&lt;br /&gt;Stand up! YOU have the same power that Jesus had.&lt;br /&gt;Look! at all this people around you. This world needs YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, for the calling of God. God has called you by name, to stand for Him and His word. Don´t you see that God has so much more for you?&lt;br /&gt;Raise up, from your comfort! You need to understand that God has called us to give up everything, but still we are trying to give Him less.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the dudes in the new testament, Are we missing something? &lt;br /&gt;because I´m not living my life like they did. They did not live a life of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;If God is with us, who can be against us?!&lt;br /&gt;The wind is blowing and we are standing in the midst of the storm. Where is this going to end? When is the summer coming? Stop, right now. &lt;br /&gt;You have the power to change the season!&lt;br /&gt;When you walk in a room, through God, you can change the atmosphere in the room. &lt;br /&gt;Remember you are free, because of the blood, of Christ!&lt;br /&gt;God wants to get closer to you. Use the word of God, that He has given you. HE trusted us!&lt;br /&gt;Come on people. Please! I cry out to God that YOU may rise up for who we believe in! It is time NOW to raise up!&lt;br /&gt;Are you using the power that he has given us?&lt;br /&gt;Through God We can do anything. We have the power now! He will strengthen us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Time for you to stand up!&lt;br /&gt;in the name of Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2009/2/27/the-power-is-yours/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2009/2/27/the-power-is-yours/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:56:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>jááá... http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn299/peturolip/</title><description>-Afhverju er pippi ekki að blogga?!!!&lt;div&gt;Ég skal segja þér það. Pippi helti Djúsi yfir tölvuna sína og harðidiskurinn er í hakki hjá honum. Að pippa vantar nýjan laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi kom heim seinasta laugardags morgun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi er enþá á USA tíma og er frekar þreittur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi er þessa dagana að reina að reidda sér vinnu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi vantar vinnu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Seinustu viku er pippi búinn að gista hjá Treimer fjölskylduni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi saknar fólksins þar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi saknar HMC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kanski er pippi að fá bíl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi er með sjóðheitar myndir frá Huntsville sem geta ekki beðið eftir að komast á netið.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi ætlar að fá sér mynda síðu og láta svo allt sitt fólk vita af þeirri síðu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pippi skilar kveðju... ble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myndir á http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn299/peturolip/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/6/9/jaaa/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/6/9/jaaa/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 15:55:07 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>August Rush</title><description>ég var að fá þær fréttir að August Rush væri kominn í Bíó á íslandi!&lt;br /&gt;sko... þessi mynd er svo mikil snild... HMC fór á þessa mynd og eins og þið vitið þá er hérna mjög fjölbreyt fólk hérna og allir voru bara eftir mynda: váá þetta er sú besta mynd sem ég hef séð.  Á myndinni voru allir að fíla sig geðveikt og ég verð bara að segja, þú verður að sjá þessa mynd. Góð lög, góð mynd og góð skemtun. Ef myndin verður enþá í bíó þegar ég kem, þá fer ég pottþétt á hana aftur!!! Ég er að segja ykkur það þessi mynd er þess verðug... en samt alltaf miklu skemmtilegra að sjá myndir án þess að vera með eftirvæntingu ; )&lt;br /&gt;Varð bara tjá mig aðeins... en ég þarf að fara á samkomu ... ble&lt;br /&gt;p.s. blogg frá laugardeginum hérna fyrir neðan :D&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/3/11/august-rush/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/3/11/august-rush/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 00:11:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Upptekinn upptekinn....</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;váá langt síðan seinast... hvar var ég seinast? Mardi Gras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; jáá eftir Mardi Gras fórum við til Poenix... 36 tíma keyrsla aðra leið. Allir MC í U.S komu saman á mót... sem var snilldin ein!  Maður var hálf ónýtur eftir þessa keyrslu... en það fékk ekkert að bogga mann því að Guð hefur gefið okkur snilldar lofgjörðar hljómsveit sem heitir Frontline. Næstum því jafn góð og Hillsong. Eða ég var að fíla þessa lofgörð! Hittum Óla Z. þar sem var mjög skemtilegt. Fórum í Evrópu tíma hjá honum ásamt öðrum kennurum. Og og Fullt af Drömum og dönsum, dáldið töff. Sérstaklega söngleikurinn sem Poenix gerði, geðveikt töffað. Eftir mótið keyrðum við aftur heim. Lærðum mikið!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Núna erum við búin að vera á fullu að æfa  "söngleik" sem við erum að fara sína sýna á Sunnudags samkomunum. Geðveikt töffað. Ekkert mikið meira sem við erum búin að vera gera en æfa og kennsla, borða og sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; En þegar maður á ekki mikið af þessum nýju minningum frá ykkur þá hugsar maður um þær aðalega, þegar maður hefur tíma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Ég ætla deila smá með ykkur hvernig minningar hafa verið að koma upp á mann hérna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; *Fyrst og fremst leikfélag KSS. Þar fékk að læra svo mikið!!! þó maður var soldið í því að mæta of seint. Þá elskaði ég að vera í þessi leikfélagi og allar stundirnar sem ég fékk að eiga með vinum mínum. t.d. hlæja með Kristjönu eftir æfingar og labba málaður í framan í 10-11. Og reyna hraða mælir með að hlaupa. Og svo allir þessir persónur. Magnaður tími. Kristjana og Henna það var mér heyður að fá að hlægja með ykkur! &lt;br /&gt;Og Rakel leikstjóri takk fyrir að vera með okkur... fékkst ekki einu sinni borgað á neinn á fyrir þetta. Guð blessi þig fyrir tímann sem þú eyddir í okkur!&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; *Grunnskólinn. Já ég sakna Grunnskóla með fólkinu sem var með mér þar. Góðir, skrítnir, skemmtilegir, fyndnir tímar úr grunnskóla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; *U.N.I.K. og staffið ... elska ykkur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; * Og mín frábæra fjölskilda sem hefur alltaf verið þarna fyrir mig. Elska ykkur!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; * Bænaland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; * Skólamót&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; * Og auðvitað tímarnir með Guði!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; og allt það.... Elskaði þessa tíma. Og svo eitt enn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Ma, Pa og fjölskilda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; ég laug að ykkur... ég sagði eitt sinn við ykkur að ég mundi ekki gera einn hlut. Hvað sem mundi gerast þá mundi ég ekki byrja á því. barasta.... NEVER. Mamma sagði að ég mundi byrja einn daginn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Ma, Pa og fjölskilda... ég er byrjaður... að drekka... Kaffi... og það versta er... að .... ég nýt þess að drekka kaffi núna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Guð blessi ykkur!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; ég er búinn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; -peo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLY7yI1xV-M" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="355" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLY7yI1xV-M" /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqp89bkFe8k" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="355" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqp89bkFe8k" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLY7yI1xV-M" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/3/8/upptekinn-upptekinn/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/3/8/upptekinn-upptekinn/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 03:52:19 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Mardi Gras Outreach</title><description>&lt;p&gt;j&amp;aacute;&amp;aacute; f&amp;oacute;lk &amp;eacute;g var a&amp;eth; koma fr&amp;aacute; New Orleans, La. R&amp;eacute;ttu upp h&amp;ouml;nd allir sem hafa fer&amp;eth;ast eihva&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; bandar&amp;iacute;kjunum. J&amp;aacute;, &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er oftast frekar boring. Allavega &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; heldur &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;j&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;vegunum. Ef &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; vissir &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ekki &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; b&amp;yacute; &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; Huntsville, Al. Og &amp;eacute;g hef fer&amp;eth;ast soldi&amp;eth; um landi&amp;eth;. Alltaf s&amp;ouml;mu tr&amp;eacute;n, skyltin (n&amp;aelig;stum &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; ) , h&amp;uacute;sin Og alltaf s&amp;ouml;mu veitingarsta&amp;eth;inir (&amp;eacute;g er ekki a&amp;eth; tala um st&amp;oacute;r st&amp;oacute;r borgir, hef ekki komist svo langt). EN! &amp;eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r til New Orleans, La, sem er sm&amp;aacute; st&amp;oacute;r borg. E&amp;eth;a me&amp;eth; eihva&amp;eth; 5 h&amp;aacute;h&amp;yacute;sum. Og &amp;thorn;etta var &amp;ouml;&amp;eth;ruv&amp;iacute;si loksins. &amp;Eacute;g var a&amp;eth; f&amp;iacute;la mi&amp;eth;b&amp;aelig;inn ge&amp;eth;veikt. &amp;THORN;etta var svona Franskt sp&amp;aelig;nskt... e&amp;eth;a &amp;eacute;g held &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;... hef ekki komi&amp;eth; til Frakklands n&amp;eacute; Sp&amp;aacute;ns. Allavega... &amp;thorn;etta var ge&amp;eth;veikt flott. Ka&amp;thorn;olst ( hvernig skifar ma&amp;eth;ur &amp;thorn;etta crap... ka&amp;eth;&amp;oacute;lst, ka&amp;thorn;&amp;oacute;lst... whatever) &amp;uacute;tlit... og &amp;eacute;g held barasta a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essi borg var undir stj&amp;oacute;rn sp&amp;aacute;nar fyrir m&amp;ouml;&amp;ouml;&amp;ouml;&amp;ouml;&amp;ouml;&amp;ouml;rgum &amp;aacute;rum. semsagt.... franskt, sp&amp;aelig;nskt, ka&amp;thorn;olst, gamalt &amp;uacute;tlit. D&amp;aacute;ldi&amp;eth; t&amp;ouml;ffa&amp;eth; bara! allavega... Borgin er vi&amp;eth; sj&amp;oacute;inn. Og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er svo miki&amp;eth; vatn undir borginni a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;ouml;ll l&amp;iacute;k eru sett &amp;iacute; l&amp;iacute;til h&amp;uacute;s, &amp;iacute; sta&amp;eth;inn fyrir a&amp;eth; grafa &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ni&amp;eth;ur... &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var soldi&amp;eth; t&amp;ouml;ffa&amp;eth;, og sp&amp;uacute;k&amp;iacute;. En markmi&amp;eth; okkar me&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; fara &amp;thorn;anaga&amp;eth; var til a&amp;eth; fara &amp;aacute; &amp;ouml;ruglega st&amp;aelig;rstu drykkju h&amp;aacute;t&amp;iacute;&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; bandar&amp;iacute;kjunum ( var m&amp;eacute;r sagt)... Mardi Gras... &amp;iacute; tr&amp;uacute;bo&amp;eth;.  Mardi gras er ka&amp;thorn;olst ( var m&amp;eacute;r sagt, aftur) og sagan segir a&amp;eth; viku &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en &amp;thorn;au byrja &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; fasta.. e&amp;eth;a eihva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;annig,  &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; meiga &amp;thorn;au gera hva&amp;eth; sem er. &amp;Eacute;g hedl a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta er sama h&amp;aacute;ti&amp;eth; og er haldin &amp;iacute; Par&amp;iacute;s. Muni &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; ekki eftir &amp;iacute; myndinni Hringjarinn &amp;iacute; Notredam.... &amp;quot;allt &amp;aacute; hvolfi!!&amp;quot;. A&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lk kemur fr&amp;aacute; &amp;ouml;llum heiminum annahvort til &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; fara fr&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth;st&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;um og gleima &amp;ouml;llu &amp;iacute; eina viku e&amp;eth;a f&amp;oacute;lk kemur til &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; leita af hverju l&amp;iacute;fi&amp;eth; hefur meira upp &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; bj&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;a. A&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lk gerir s&amp;iacute;na skr&amp;iacute;tnustu hluti og &amp;oacute;ge&amp;eth;slegu hluti &amp;aacute; Mardi Gras. allsta&amp;eth;ar er veri&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; gefa &amp;thorn;essi h&amp;aacute;lsfesti... og allir &amp;thorn;arna eru me&amp;eth; &amp;oacute;ge&amp;eth;slegar margar h&amp;aacute;lfestir, svona plast perlur, a&amp;eth;alega &amp;iacute; litunum gr&amp;aelig;num, gull og fj&amp;oacute;lubl&amp;aacute;. Og allir a&amp;eth; gefa hvort &amp;ouml;&amp;eth;rum h&amp;aacute;lfestir.  Og &amp;thorn;essir litir eru allsta&amp;eth;ar, &amp;aacute; &amp;ouml;llum h&amp;uacute;sum. F&amp;oacute;lk kemur l&amp;iacute;ka til a&amp;eth; reina a&amp;eth; gr&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;a pening. t.d. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var gamall kall &amp;thorn;arna sem spila&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; gl&amp;ouml;s... yes. draga putan hringinn &amp;aacute; kristal gl&amp;ouml;sum og &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; kemur hl&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;.... a&amp;eth; hann var me&amp;eth; fult af gl&amp;ouml;sum og vara &amp;thorn;arna a&amp;eth; spila og syngja. Ge&amp;eth;aveikt T&amp;ouml;ffa&amp;eth;. og svo var allt &amp;uacute;t &amp;iacute; f&amp;oacute;lki a&amp;eth; sj&amp;aacute; &amp;iacute; framt&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;s f&amp;oacute;lks... og svo au&amp;eth;vita&amp;eth; the Pie lady. H&amp;uacute;n gekk um og sag&amp;eth;i: pie lady, pie lady, pai lady.... og Fribbit samdi lag um hana... og &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g ba&amp;eth; hann um a&amp;eth; syngja &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; fyrir mig &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; var hann eiginlega bara b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; gleima &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute;. en  &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var bara eihva&amp;eth; um hennar starf. svo eitt sinn hitti h&amp;oacute;purinn minn ge&amp;eth;veikan trommara. &amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; var snild. Og Konan hans sat &amp;thorn;arna hli&amp;eth;in &amp;aacute; &amp;oacute;l&amp;eacute;tt og frekar &amp;thorn;reitt. Og svo kaffi h&amp;uacute;si&amp;eth; g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;a me&amp;eth; &amp;ouml;llum sykrinum... g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ur sta&amp;eth;ur. Og svo var ma&amp;eth;ur alltaf a&amp;eth; sj&amp;aacute; n&amp;yacute;ja og n&amp;yacute;ja tr&amp;uacute;bo&amp;eth;a Krist. Allavega... vi&amp;eth; gistum &amp;iacute; Kristilegum sk&amp;oacute;la... sem var svona 30 m&amp;iacute;n &amp;iacute; burtu fr&amp;aacute; mi&amp;eth;b&amp;aelig;num. Vi&amp;eth; sv&amp;aacute;fum &amp;iacute; &amp;iacute;&amp;thorn;r&amp;oacute;tth&amp;uacute;sinu &amp;thorn;eirra. Me&amp;eth; &amp;Iacute;S k&amp;ouml;ldum sturtum! Allavega &amp;thorn;ega vi&amp;eth; Komum &amp;Iacute; N.O. &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; komum vi&amp;eth; seint &amp;aacute; opnunar samkomuninna. sem var crazy kr&amp;ouml;ftug. og svo vorum vi&amp;eth; bara a&amp;eth; koma okkur fyrir eftir hana. Svo n&amp;aelig;sta dag. Matur eld snemma ( mis g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ur matur &amp;thorn;arna... en samt matur, Halel&amp;uacute;ja!) silent stund. Kr&amp;ouml;ftug samkoma eftir &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. Bara g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth; samkoma. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var eitt lag sem vi&amp;eth; sungum oftast &amp;aacute; samkomum og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem &amp;eacute;g man af &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; var: &amp;quot;&amp;Iacute; &amp;thorn;inni n&amp;aelig;rveru. Allur &amp;oacute;tti er farinn. &amp;Iacute; &amp;thorn;inni n&amp;aelig;rveru. &amp;Iacute; &amp;thorn;inni n&amp;aelig;rveu. &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;eacute;g tilheyri. &amp;Iacute; &amp;thorn;inni n&amp;aelig;rveru. bara ef &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; segjir m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ver&amp;eth;ur me&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r, &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; ver&amp;eth;ur ALLT &amp;iacute; lagi!!. &amp;quot; &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; reina a&amp;eth; redda textanum... hann er magna&amp;eth;ur. Eins og Gu&amp;eth;.... Hann er magna&amp;eth;ur. Svo eftir samkomu, Matur. og svo Hittingur &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en vi&amp;eth; f&amp;ouml;rum upp &amp;iacute; r&amp;uacute;tur... og &amp;thorn;ennan fyrsta dag vorum vi&amp;eth; HMC &amp;aacute;samt &amp;ouml;&amp;eth;ru yngislegu f&amp;oacute;lki a&amp;eth; vinna &amp;iacute; kirkjuni, sem vi&amp;eth; v&amp;ouml;rum &amp;aacute; vegum &amp;iacute; N.O.  Kirkjan: NewOrleansDreamCenter(.org) e&amp;eth;a Church of the King. &amp;thorn;au voru a&amp;eth; laga gamalt risa leikh&amp;uacute;s og breita &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; kirkju. t&amp;ouml;ffa&amp;eth; h&amp;uacute;s og t&amp;ouml;ffa&amp;eth; d&amp;aelig;mi. f&amp;ouml;rum svo nir&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig; um kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth;. Allir dagar byrju&amp;eth;u eins. Matur eld snemma og silent stund og svo samkoma ( alltaf magna&amp;eth;ar) og svo matur og svo hitingur fyrir r&amp;uacute;tu fer&amp;eth;. og vi&amp;eth; vorum komin alltaf um 2 ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig;. og r&amp;uacute;tan s&amp;oacute;tti okkur um 11 um kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth;... a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta voru langir dagar og blessandi dagar. Sumt f&amp;oacute;lk &amp;thorn;arna &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig;num sem var a&amp;eth; skemta s&amp;eacute;r voru svo brotin... andlega. Ma&amp;eth;ur tala&amp;eth;i oftast vi&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lki&amp;eth; sem sat eihversta&amp;eth;ar upp vi&amp;eth; eihva&amp;eth; h&amp;uacute;s. A&amp;eth; grenja e&amp;eth;a ... gubba e&amp;eth;a eihva&amp;eth;. svo MJ&amp;Ouml;G miki&amp;eth; af kristnu f&amp;oacute;lki &amp;thorn;arna a&amp;eth; gefa mi&amp;eth;a. eitt sinn labba&amp;eth;i kall a&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r og Nicole (btw. hann var ekki brosandi) og segjir &amp;quot;here&amp;quot; og l&amp;aelig;tur okkur f&amp;aacute; mi&amp;eth;a sem stendur &amp;aacute;: Smile!! Jesus loves you! me&amp;eth; gulum bros kalli. og vi&amp;eth; litum &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;etta og svo &amp;aacute; kallinn og bara eihva&amp;eth; hvernig v&amp;aelig;ri a&amp;eth; brosa sj&amp;aacute;lfur!! A&amp;eth; alla fer&amp;eth;ina &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; var dj&amp;oacute;kur hj&amp;aacute; okkur. a&amp;eth; segja &amp;quot;smile, Jeses loves you&amp;quot;, &amp;aacute;n &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; brosa. e&amp;eth;a.. &amp;quot; do you know that Jesus loves you?&amp;quot; .... &amp;quot;yes&amp;quot;... &amp;quot;then smile you freak&amp;quot;.  hlj&amp;oacute;mar kanski ekkert findi&amp;eth;.. en &amp;thorn;etta var findi&amp;eth;. talandi um mi&amp;eth;a... &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; setja hva&amp;eth; st&amp;oacute;&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; nokkrum &amp;thorn;eirra &amp;aacute; n&amp;aelig;stuni &amp;thorn;arna til vinstri &amp;aacute; s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;uni.. &amp;ouml;ruglega bara &amp;iacute; &amp;quot;cool br&amp;eacute;f&amp;quot;.  En &amp;aacute; m&amp;aacute;nudaginn &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; f&amp;oacute;rum vi&amp;eth; ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig; og vorum me&amp;eth; lofgj&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth; og b&amp;aelig;na str&amp;iacute;&amp;eth; og allann pakkann &amp;iacute; mi&amp;eth;b&amp;aelig; New Orleans!! &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var magna&amp;eth;... og &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; s&amp;aacute; ma&amp;eth;ur hversu margir t&amp;uacute;bo&amp;eth;ar voru &amp;thorn;arna... v&amp;aacute;&amp;aacute;... &amp;ouml;ruglega &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute;sund (&amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; voru 200 &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lanum sem vi&amp;eth; vorum &amp;iacute; ) .  &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var m&amp;ouml;gnu&amp;eth; stund og f&amp;oacute;lki&amp;eth; sem var a&amp;eth; labba &amp;thorn;arna f&amp;eacute;kk svo sannarlega a&amp;eth; sj&amp;aacute; hva&amp;eth; freedom v&amp;aelig;ri!!! Sungum &amp;thorn;etta lag mj&amp;ouml;g oft ni&amp;eth;ri &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig; e&amp;eth;a bara &amp;thorn;egar vi&amp;eth; h&amp;ouml;f&amp;eth;um ekkert a&amp;eth; gera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just can&amp;rsquo;t give it up now&lt;br /&gt;I came to far from where I started from&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me the rode would be easy&lt;br /&gt;And I don&amp;rsquo;t believe He brought me this far to leave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gott lag...  keyr&amp;eth;um til baka til Huntsville &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;judag, 8 t&amp;iacute;mar... j&amp;aacute;&amp;aacute; vi&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;rum semsagt &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;judag &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;judags kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;ur allt brj&amp;aacute;la&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; Mardi gras... seinasta dagurinn af Mardi Gras.  en &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; haldi&amp;eth; kanski a&amp;eth; 8 t&amp;iacute;ma keyrsla s&amp;eacute; miki&amp;eth;... &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er ekkert!!!!  n&amp;aelig;sta &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;judag erum vi&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; fara til Phoenix .... geti &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; hva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; tekur langan t&amp;iacute;ma... 10? nei... 15? nei... 20? nei... 25? nei... &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; getur ekki veri&amp;eth; 30 ( segir &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; )??? Nei, enda er &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;rj&amp;aacute;t&amp;iacute;ju og freaking sex t&amp;iacute;mar... ein lei&amp;eth; takk!&lt;br /&gt;en &amp;thorn;essi fer&amp;eth; var MJ&amp;Ouml;G gefandi. Og frekar skemtileg!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok b&amp;aelig;... t&amp;iacute;mi a&amp;eth; byrja&lt;br /&gt;Gu&amp;eth; blessi ykkur og John 12:32&lt;br /&gt;-Peo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpqIVW_IHSw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpqIVW_IHSw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/2/7/mardi-gras-outreach/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/2/7/mardi-gras-outreach/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 19:14:32 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Jesus!!!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Heilagur, Heilagur, Heilagur, Drottinn Gu&amp;eth;, Hinn Alvaldi, Hann Sem Var Og Er Og Kemur!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bara g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ir t&amp;iacute;mar h&amp;eacute;rna &amp;iacute; gangi. &amp;iacute; g&amp;aelig;r var samkoma... crazy samkoma. Gu&amp;eth; var a&amp;eth; bj&amp;oacute;ta vald &amp;oacute;vinarins og gefa sigur og Freedom! &amp;iacute; l&amp;iacute;f f&amp;oacute;lks.  ok... &amp;eacute;g er alls eki gr&amp;aacute;ti manneskja! Hva&amp;eth; sem gerist &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; kemur bara ekki t&amp;aacute;r hj&amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r...nema &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er s&amp;oacute;l og vindur... &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; koma t&amp;aacute;r &amp;iacute; Vinstra auga&amp;eth; :D... allavega... &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem &amp;eacute;g er a&amp;eth; meina er a&amp;eth; ef &amp;eacute;g hofi &amp;aacute; myndir e&amp;eth;a er &amp;aacute; samkomum e&amp;eth;a eihva&amp;eth; &amp;oacute;ge&amp;eth;slega sorglegt gerist, &amp;eacute;g fer ekki a&amp;eth; gr&amp;aacute;ta. En &amp;iacute; g&amp;aelig;r, obb obb obb... N&amp;aelig;rvera Gu&amp;eth;s var svo dj&amp;uacute;p &amp;thorn;arna a&amp;eth; ma&amp;eth;ur f&amp;eacute;ll bara &amp;aacute; kn&amp;eacute; og byrja&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; fella t&amp;aacute;r og ma&amp;eth;ur lofa&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth; af &amp;ouml;llum kr&amp;ouml;ftum... Og Sigur hr&amp;oacute;pin sem voru &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essum sal.  &amp;THORN;i&amp;eth; sem tr&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r ekki a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g geti fundi&amp;eth; fyrir Gu&amp;eth;i, &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; meigi&amp;eth; bara fara h&amp;aelig;tta &amp;thorn;essu rugli og fara sj&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; Jes&amp;uacute;s er Drottinn! &amp;eacute;g er 17 &amp;aacute;ra drengur og  Gu&amp;eth; er raunverulegt og Gu&amp;eth; hefur sannf&amp;aelig;rt mig. &amp;eacute;g er ekki ge&amp;eth;veikur... &amp;eacute;g mundi alldrei e&amp;eth;a t&amp;iacute;manum m&amp;iacute;num &amp;iacute; Jes&amp;uacute;s ef &amp;thorn;etta v&amp;aelig;ri ekki eihva&amp;eth; allvuru. &amp;THORN;v&amp;iacute; Jes&amp;uacute;s er Drottinn. Gu&amp;eth; er me&amp;eth; &amp;oacute;endalega &amp;aacute;st til okkur. Eins og &amp;eacute;g sag&amp;eth;i... &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; getur ekkert l&amp;aacute;ti&amp;eth; mig fella t&amp;aacute;r... nema Jes&amp;uacute;s! &amp;THORN;v&amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;egar hann kemur, &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; bretist allt!! &amp;eacute;g &amp;ouml;nnur manneskja &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g fylgji honum, en &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g fylgji m&amp;iacute;num eigin vilja. &amp;THORN;&amp;uacute; f&amp;aelig;r&amp;eth; fyrst a&amp;eth; sj&amp;aacute; skemtilegan P&amp;eacute;tur &amp;oacute;la &amp;thorn;egar Gu&amp;eth; er &amp;iacute; m&amp;eacute;r. &amp;THORN;v&amp;iacute; minn pers&amp;oacute;nuleiki er sj&amp;aacute;lfselskur og lei&amp;eth;inlegur... en &amp;thorn;egar Jes&amp;uacute;s kemur &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; kemur k&amp;aelig;rleiki og allt &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;a fr&amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r! Allavega... dagurinn &amp;iacute; dag var magna&amp;eth;ur! byrja&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; b&amp;aelig;nastund, m&amp;ouml;gnu&amp;eth;! og vi&amp;eth; erum b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vera &amp;iacute; kenslu um innri l&amp;aelig;kningu, seinustu daga... &amp;thorn;etta er svo st&amp;oacute;rt efni a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g veit ekki hvort &amp;eacute;g komi me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; neti&amp;eth;... kanski einn daginn. &amp;Eacute;g er b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; taka punkta og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; eru komnar svona 7 bla&amp;eth;s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;ur ( A4 bla&amp;eth; ) af punktum fr&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essu kenslu efni. Kanski sm&amp;aacute; sem &amp;eacute;g deili me&amp;eth; ykkur. Innri l&amp;aelig;kning. oftast er eihva&amp;eth; sem ger&amp;eth;ist &amp;iacute; barn&amp;aelig;sku sem s&amp;aelig;r&amp;eth;i okkur svo miki&amp;eth;... vi&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;um a&amp;eth; taka &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; aftur upp og d&amp;iacute;la vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; Dj&amp;ouml;fullinn notar &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; vel til a&amp;eth; passa a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ver&amp;eth;ir ekki s&amp;uacute; pers&amp;oacute;na sem Gu&amp;eth; hefur kalla&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ig til a&amp;eth; vera. Kanski er &amp;thorn;etta eihva&amp;eth; sem foreldrar/ammma og afi e&amp;eth;a langa ammma og afi &amp;thorn;urftu a&amp;eth; d&amp;iacute;la vi&amp;eth; en &amp;thorn;au ger&amp;eth;u &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ekki, a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta kemur upp &amp;aacute; b&amp;ouml;rnin og n&amp;aelig;stu b&amp;ouml;rn og ver&amp;eth;ur alltaf st&amp;aelig;rra og st&amp;aelig;rra vandam&amp;aacute;l eftir &amp;aelig;tt eftir &amp;aelig;tt. Vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; einginn d&amp;iacute;lar vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta. f&amp;oacute;lk &amp;yacute;ttir &amp;thorn;essu bara ni&amp;eth;ur og halda &amp;aacute;fram a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;j&amp;aacute;st me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; kemur alltaf meira og meira...  en vi&amp;eth; segjum: &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er &amp;iacute; lagi me&amp;eth; mig. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er ekkert a&amp;eth; hrj&amp;aacute; mig. en &amp;aacute; endanum er komin svo st&amp;oacute;r hr&amp;uacute;ga af &amp;thorn;essu drasli a&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lk getur ekki fali&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;! en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; heldur &amp;aacute;fram a&amp;eth; segja I&amp;#39;m fine... en &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; s&amp;eacute;r&amp;eth; betur. Jes&amp;uacute;s vill a&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; lifum &amp;iacute; allgj&amp;ouml;ru frelsi! hva&amp;eth; er &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; tala um? &amp;Eacute;g er a&amp;eth; tala um t.d. eihver sem gat ekki veri&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;n kl&amp;aacute;ms, eihver sem dr&amp;yacute;gjir h&amp;oacute;r, eihverjir &amp;thorn;j&amp;oacute;far &amp;iacute; &amp;aelig;tt &amp;thorn;inni, semsagt sind. og ef &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; d&amp;iacute;lar ekki vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; mun &amp;thorn;etta koma upp &amp;aacute; b&amp;ouml;rn &amp;thorn;&amp;iacute;n &amp;aacute; st&amp;aelig;rri h&amp;aacute;tt. far&amp;eth;u eihvert og vertu einn. Hugsa&amp;eth;u &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r eihverja sl&amp;aelig;ma minningu... og spur&amp;eth;u Gu&amp;eth; hvar hann hafi veri&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;etta ger&amp;eth;ist og d&amp;iacute;la vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta me&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth;i! &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er kanski &amp;aacute;st&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;an a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er ekki eihva&amp;eth; sem &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; &amp;thorn;orir ekki eihverju. kanski ertu kalla&amp;eth;ur/k&amp;ouml;llu&amp;eth; til a&amp;eth; spila &amp;aacute; p&amp;iacute;an&amp;oacute;... en vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; eihver sag&amp;eth;i vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ig &amp;thorn;agar &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; varst l&amp;iacute;til/ll a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; g&amp;aelig;tir &amp;thorn;etta alldrei. &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; h&amp;aelig;ttir &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; a&amp;eth; reina &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; varstr s&amp;aelig;r&amp;eth;ur / s&amp;aelig;r&amp;eth;. e&amp;eth;a eihva&amp;eth; svona. Kanski &amp;aacute;ttiru ekki foreldra til a&amp;eth; kvetja &amp;thorn;ig... kanski var bara eihva&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lk &amp;iacute; kringum &amp;thorn;ig sem sag&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; h&amp;aelig;tta &amp;thorn;essu rugli. en f&amp;oacute;lk s&amp;aelig;rir vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var s&amp;aelig;rt &amp;aacute; undan. kanski eihva&amp;eth; l&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; bara, en bitnar st&amp;aelig;rra &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r. Vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; hann / h&amp;uacute;n d&amp;iacute;la&amp;eth;i ekki vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta. Leif&amp;eth;u Gu&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; taka &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem &amp;thorn;arf a&amp;eth; taka. &amp;THORN;v&amp;iacute; frelsi&amp;eth; me&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth;i er eihva&amp;eth; sem &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; vilt ekki missa af. Jes&amp;uacute;s hefur b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; til fullkomi&amp;eth; plan fyrir &amp;thorn;itt l&amp;iacute;f... ert &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; til &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; vera &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute;? &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; fyrst getur sagt a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; lifir g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;u l&amp;iacute;fi, &amp;aacute;n einmannaleika, &amp;aacute;n hr&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;slu, &amp;aacute;n &amp;oacute;&amp;ouml;ryggis. Frelsi&amp;eth; og Sigurinn er &amp;iacute; Jes&amp;uacute;! ( spurji&amp;eth; endilega spurningar ) allavega... &amp;aacute;fram me&amp;eth; sk&amp;oacute;la daginn. H&amp;aacute;degishl&amp;eacute; n&amp;aelig;st og svo t&amp;iacute;mi. &amp;Eacute;g valdi t&amp;iacute;ma eftir &amp;aacute;ram&amp;oacute;t sem fjallar um tr&amp;uacute;bo&amp;eth;. og sry.. en &amp;eacute;g man ekki nafni&amp;eth; hans... eihva&amp;eth; Silcox held &amp;eacute;g... allavega hann hefur veri&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; &amp;Iacute;slandi, Krossinum. og hann hefur fari&amp;eth; &amp;ouml;ruglega &amp;uacute;t um allan heim. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var magna&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; hlusta &amp;aacute; svona reindann mann og sem veit og er me&amp;eth; ferska vitnisbur&amp;eth;i... magna&amp;eth; stuff! og svo drama &amp;aelig;fing. &amp;oacute;venjuleg drama &amp;aelig;fing. m&amp;ouml;gnu&amp;eth; drama &amp;aelig;fing me&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth;i. Gu&amp;eth; blessa&amp;eth;i okkur og var me&amp;eth; okkur. ok. &amp;thorn;au s&amp;yacute;ndu okkur drama. og &amp;eacute;g me&amp;eth; m&amp;iacute;na neikv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;ni ( sem g&amp;aelig;ti veri&amp;eth; komi&amp;eth; fr&amp;aacute; eihverjum &amp;iacute; &amp;aelig;tt minni... hum..) ohh asnalega drama. Mig langar ekkert a&amp;eth; vera &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essu. en svo bara Nei veistu &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; breita hugar &amp;aacute;standinu m&amp;iacute;nu...sm&amp;aacute; j&amp;aacute;kv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;ni tilefni g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;an dags. og &amp;eacute;g segji vi&amp;eth; Jes&amp;uacute;s: Nota&amp;eth;u mig &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essari &amp;aelig;fingu og &amp;eacute;g gera mitt hlut verk eins vel og &amp;eacute;g get. &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; gefa allt &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essa &amp;aelig;fingu. Og svo kom gaurinn til a&amp;eth; segja hverjir &amp;aelig;ttu a&amp;eth; leika hva&amp;eth;. og hann byrja&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; pabbanum &amp;iacute; dramanu. og ekki var &amp;eacute;g valinn &amp;thorn;ar. Og svo kom af gaurinn sem &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; vera me&amp;eth; stelpuni... ekki var &amp;eacute;g valinn &amp;thorn;ar. og &amp;eacute;g er bara eihva&amp;eth; reina a&amp;eth; vera j&amp;aacute;kv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;ur og er eihva&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; segja vi&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth;, &amp;eacute;g get l&amp;iacute;ka allveg horft &amp;aacute;. meigi vilji &amp;thorn;inn koma fram. og svo var &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; r&amp;oacute;ninn. ekki var &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;ar. og svona sriftofu kall. ooooog, &amp;eacute;g var ekki valinn &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; hlutverk. og &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; reina a&amp;eth; s&amp;aelig;tta mig vi&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g var ekki valinn &amp;iacute; neitt hlutverk. &amp;THORN;&amp;aacute; kemur gaurinn, sem s&amp;aacute; um t&amp;iacute;man, og segir vi&amp;eth; mig. &amp;THORN;&amp;uacute; kemur me&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r... og &amp;eacute;g bara allt &amp;iacute; lagi. &amp;quot;&amp;THORN;&amp;uacute; leikur Jes&amp;uacute;s&amp;quot; segir hann. Og &amp;eacute;g var&amp;eth; K-J-A-F-T- -S-T-O-P-. Mig langa&amp;eth;i bara a&amp;eth; setjast aftur ni&amp;eth;ur e&amp;eth;a eihva&amp;eth;. &amp;THORN;v&amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; sem &amp;thorn;ekki&amp;eth; Jes&amp;uacute;s. &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; vit&amp;eth;. &amp;Eacute;g elska Jes&amp;uacute;s og hann er fullkominn. Hann er minn besti vinur! &amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; fylgjir mikil &amp;aacute;byr&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; leika Jes&amp;uacute;s. Ma&amp;eth;ur er &amp;thorn;arna fyrir h&amp;ouml;nd Jes&amp;uacute;s fyrir f&amp;oacute;lki&amp;eth; sem mun horfa... kanski &amp;aacute; Sunnudaginn. &amp;Eacute;g mun standa &amp;aacute; svi&amp;eth;inu sem &amp;quot;mynd&amp;quot; af Jes&amp;uacute;!! &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er st&amp;oacute;rt m&amp;aacute;l! og &amp;eacute;g er svo &amp;oacute;fullkominn og &amp;oacute;ver&amp;eth;ugur til a&amp;eth; leika Jes&amp;uacute;s sj&amp;aacute;lfan! En Halel&amp;uacute;ja Jes&amp;uacute;s kom sj&amp;aacute;lfur og leiddi mig &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essu. A&amp;eth; d&amp;yacute;r&amp;eth; s&amp;eacute; Gu&amp;eth;i, n&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;i &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; s&amp;iacute;na brot af &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; hver Jes&amp;uacute;s er. Og &amp;thorn;etta braut hjarta mitt. A&amp;eth; allt mitt f&amp;oacute;r og Jes&amp;uacute;s kom &amp;iacute; sta&amp;eth;inn. og ger&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;etta n&amp;oacute;gu gott! En svo var b&amp;aelig;nastund kl. 6 me&amp;eth; kirkjuni vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; 21 daga fastan okkar er a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;a b&amp;uacute;inn... &amp;aacute; morgun e&amp;eth;a hinn. annahvort fast&amp;eth;i ma&amp;eth;ur &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; ma&amp;eth;ur bor&amp;eth;a&amp;eth;i bara heilsu drasl. Einginn sykur e&amp;eth;a fita. e&amp;eth;a Ma&amp;eth;ur fasta&amp;eth;i ein m&amp;aacute;lt&amp;iacute;&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; dag. og &amp;eacute;g fest&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. og &amp;thorn;egar ma&amp;eth;ur er a&amp;eth; fasta &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; er svo erfit fyrir &amp;oacute;vininn a&amp;eth; koma a&amp;eth; manni og ma&amp;eth;ur ver&amp;eth;ur svo sterkur &amp;iacute; Gu&amp;eth;i. Halel&amp;uacute;ja. j&amp;aacute;&amp;aacute; b&amp;aelig;nastundin... m&amp;ouml;gnu&amp;eth;!! Hmc m&amp;aelig;tti, pastoranir m&amp;aelig;ttu, f&amp;oacute;lki&amp;eth; m&amp;aelig;tti og Gu&amp;eth; m&amp;aelig;tti. D&amp;yacute;r&amp;eth; s&amp;eacute; Lifandi Gu&amp;eth;i!! bara magna&amp;eth;ur dagur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um m&amp;aacute;na&amp;eth;am&amp;oacute;tin f&amp;oacute;rum vi&amp;eth; kirkjan &amp;iacute; fer&amp;eth;... tr&amp;uacute;bo&amp;eth;s fer&amp;eth;. Vi&amp;eth; f&amp;ouml;rum &amp;aacute; sta&amp;eth; sem mun vera m&amp;ouml;rg &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute;sindir manna. &amp;Eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla ekki a&amp;eth; segja meira fyrr en eftir fer&amp;eth;ina.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;THORN;v&amp;iacute; meria sem &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; by&amp;eth;ji&amp;eth; fyrir okkur &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; fleirri munu f&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; sj&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; Jes&amp;uacute;s er Drottinn. &amp;THORN;etta er bar&amp;aacute;tta um Dau&amp;eth;a og L&amp;iacute;f!! &amp;THORN;etta f&amp;oacute;lk &amp;thorn;arnast virkilega &amp;aacute; Gu&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; halda og ef &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; f&amp;aelig;r ekki a&amp;eth; kinnast Jes&amp;uacute;... &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; munu &amp;thorn;au brenna &amp;iacute; v&amp;iacute;ti. A&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta er sannarlega um Dau&amp;eth;a og L&amp;iacute;f!!! By&amp;eth;ji&amp;eth;!! Vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;ouml;rnumst b&amp;aelig;nirnar ykkar!&lt;br /&gt;Talandi um b&amp;aelig;n... &amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; er n&amp;yacute;tt b&amp;aelig;narefni &amp;thorn;arna til vinstri, &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig;narefnum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; og svo... check it out my town: &amp;iacute; Alabama: www.huntsvillemc.myminicity.com/ og &amp;Aacute; &amp;Iacute;slandi: www.st.-petursbr.myminicity.com/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My e-mail is peturolip(hj&amp;aacute;)hotmail.com &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ogg svo amalis myndband &amp;uacute;t af &amp;ouml;llum &amp;thorn;essum afm&amp;aelig;lum:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9S3O4DkFAE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9S3O4DkFAE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/25/jesus/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/25/jesus/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 05:47:08 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>ble...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;ekki miki&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; gerats &amp;thorn;essa dagana.. fr&amp;iacute;dagur &amp;iacute; dag... hey &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var samkoma &amp;iacute; g&amp;aelig;r. og &amp;eacute;g var &amp;iacute; West campus The Rock FWC. vi&amp;eth; vorum a&amp;eth; s&amp;iacute;na drama &amp;thorn;ar sem heppna&amp;eth;is &amp;oacute;tr&amp;uacute;lega vel! Andi Gu&amp;eth;s var svo sterkt og svo... Powerful! &amp;thorn;etta var um a&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lk kom til Jesus og var l&amp;aelig;kna&amp;eth; og lag undir sem var eihvern vegin svona: &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; vera &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ert. 3x M&amp;iacute;n &amp;aacute;kv&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth;un er s&amp;uacute;. &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; vera &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ert. 3x Ge&amp;eth;veikt cool. og svo kom stelpa &amp;iacute; endanum til Jes&amp;uacute;s syngjandi &amp;thorn;etta og svo tekur Jes&amp;uacute;s vi&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; syngja &amp;thorn;etta til hennar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;en j&amp;aacute;... cool Video: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEolWFSSk0I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEolWFSSk0I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; og svo t&amp;eacute;kki&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; b&amp;aelig;num m&amp;iacute;num:  &amp;Aacute; &amp;Iacute;slandi: www.st.-petursbr.myminicity.com/  og &amp;iacute; Alabama: www.huntsvillemc.myminicity.com/ ... &amp;eacute;g held a&amp;eth; hann st&amp;aelig;kki vi&amp;eth; hverja heims&amp;oacute;k... :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;en sj&amp;aacute;umst -peo &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="\" size="5"&gt;Gu&amp;eth; blessi ykkur!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="\"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/21/ble/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/21/ble/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 23:17:52 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>video</title><description>&lt;p&gt; sum findin video sum ekki:&lt;/p&gt;&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;425&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;355&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Zsm_GGHMF3E&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;wmode&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Zsm_GGHMF3E&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;quot; type=&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&amp;quot; wmode=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;425&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;355&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zsm_GGHMF3E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zsm_GGHMF3E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; btw n&amp;uacute;na er allt svarta h&amp;aacute;ri&amp;eth; mitt fari&amp;eth;... vikrilega sutt lj&amp;oacute;st h&amp;aacute;r n&amp;uacute;na ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fr&amp;iacute; dagur &amp;iacute; dag og ... Tinna &amp;aacute; afm&amp;aelig;li &amp;iacute; dag...  og &amp;eacute;g held... Mar&amp;iacute;a &amp;aacute; morgun... a&amp;eth; ef ykkur dettur &amp;iacute; hug a&amp;eth; lesa &amp;thorn;etta &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; ... Til hamingju!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;og Gunni &amp;aacute; Mi&amp;eth;vikudag og Arnar &amp;aacute; F&amp;ouml;studag... held &amp;eacute;g bara... Til Hamingju f&amp;oacute;lk. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/20/video/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/20/video/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 00:10:50 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Dance Dance</title><description>&lt;p&gt;fann h&amp;eacute;rna tvo flotta dansa... d&amp;aacute;ldi&amp;eth; t&amp;ouml;ff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVcUiVqyvgI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVcUiVqyvgI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;425&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;355&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lVcUiVqyvgI&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;wmode&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lVcUiVqyvgI&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;quot; type=&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&amp;quot; wmode=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;425&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;355&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;425&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;355&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/NGTgVLAFiIs&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;wmode&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/NGTgVLAFiIs&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;quot; type=&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&amp;quot; wmode=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;425&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;355&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;&lt;p&gt;svona v&amp;iacute;st ma&amp;eth;ur er a&amp;eth; blogga &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; langar mig a&amp;eth; minna ykkur &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; hvernig sem a&amp;eth;s&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;urnar eru hj&amp;aacute; okkur... &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; Gu&amp;eth; alltaf s&amp;aacute; sami. hvort sem vi&amp;eth; erum gl&amp;ouml;&amp;eth; e&amp;eth;a f&amp;uacute;l &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; &amp;aacute; Gu&amp;eth; alltaf skili&amp;eth; lofgj&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth; fr&amp;aacute; okkur. sama hva&amp;eth; gerist, Jes&amp;uacute;s er Drottinn!!  hvort &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er jar&amp;eth;afara f&amp;iacute;lingur e&amp;eth;a br&amp;uacute;&amp;eth;kaupa f&amp;iacute;lingur... e&amp;eth;a bara einginn f&amp;iacute;lingu. Gu&amp;eth; er s&amp;aacute; sami. Gu&amp;eth; er g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ur Gu&amp;eth;, a&amp;eth; eil&amp;iacute;fu! og ekki dirfast a&amp;eth;  segja a&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth; skilji &amp;thorn;ig ekki. Gu&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ekkir &amp;thorn;ig betur en &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; sj&amp;aacute;lfur... stundum eru svo miklar tilfiningar &amp;iacute; gangi a&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth; f&amp;aelig;r ekki a&amp;eth; komast a&amp;eth;. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; stendur eihver sta&amp;eth;r &amp;iacute; bil&amp;iacute;nu: be still, let go and know i am God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;og svo l&amp;iacute;ka eitt... &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; komu yfir 40 manns &amp;aacute; s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;una m&amp;iacute;na &amp;iacute; g&amp;aelig;r... hvar eru commentin hj&amp;aacute; ykkur... sumir a&amp;eth;eins a&amp;eth; gleima s&amp;eacute;r h&amp;eacute;rna. &amp;eacute;g f&amp;eacute;kk 2 comment tak fyrir. en &amp;eacute;g elska ykkur samt, hvort sem &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; commenti&amp;eth; e&amp;eth;a ekki...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-peo-  Gu&amp;eth; blessi ykkur svo innilega!! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/18/dance-dance/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/18/dance-dance/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 06:08:37 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>HAHA</title><description>&lt;p&gt;hhaaa!! Gott f&amp;oacute;lk &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; snj&amp;oacute;a&amp;eth;i ( sm&amp;aacute; ) &amp;iacute; g&amp;aelig;r &amp;iacute; Alabama... &amp;oacute;tr&amp;uacute;legt en satt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n&amp;uacute;na er &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; b&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a eftir t&amp;iacute;ma hj&amp;aacute; Pastor Don. allir &amp;aacute; fyrsta &amp;aacute;ri eru n&amp;uacute;na a&amp;eth; fara &amp;iacute; t&amp;iacute;ma hj&amp;aacute; honum... og hann er kominn a&amp;eth;... b&amp;aelig;ti punktum vi&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;etta blogg eftir t&amp;iacute;man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;sry... einginn punktar...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;vi&amp;eth; horf&amp;eth;um &amp;aacute; myndina the Passion of Christ. Andi Gu&amp;eth;s er sannarlega me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essari mynd!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;og ef &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; hefur ekki s&amp;eacute;&amp;eth; hana... horf&amp;eth;u &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; &amp;aacute; hana &amp;iacute; dag!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ble...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/17/haha/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/17/haha/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 15:48:56 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Hausinn á mér</title><description>&lt;p&gt;j&amp;aelig;ja f&amp;oacute;lk.... &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;iacute; dag var M&amp;aacute;nudagur... fr&amp;iacute; dagur. og &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; viti&amp;eth;... &amp;thorn;egar ma&amp;eth;ur &amp;aacute; ekki b&amp;iacute;l... &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; er ekki miki&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; gera.  Justin vakti mig... um 1... &amp;iacute; dag, og sag&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;a a&amp;eth; hafa pr&amp;oacute;f &amp;aacute; morgun. og &amp;eacute;g au&amp;eth;vita&amp;eth; bara... craaaap. en vi&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;rum &amp;iacute; wal-mart, &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; hann &amp;thorn;urfti a&amp;eth; kaupa mat. og svo eftir &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var &amp;eacute;g einn &amp;iacute; &amp;iacute;b&amp;uacute;&amp;eth;inni a&amp;eth; l&amp;aelig;ra. og &amp;eacute;g n&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; l&amp;aelig;ra &amp;ouml;ll 7 n&amp;yacute;ju versin... en g&amp;ouml;mlu eru eihva&amp;eth; sm&amp;aacute; &amp;iacute; rugli. en Halel&amp;uacute;ja Gu&amp;eth; reddar svona stutum fyrirfram pr&amp;oacute;fum :D .en eftir a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g haf&amp;eth;i l&amp;aelig;rt til 6 &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; var &amp;eacute;g komi&amp;eth; me&amp;eth; sm&amp;aacute; n&amp;oacute;g. a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r a&amp;eth; hugsa hva&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g g&amp;aelig;ti fari&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; gera. &amp;eacute;g... Bor&amp;eth;a. og um &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; bil kom Justin og Arnar eihva&amp;eth; fyrr, heim. en eftir a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g haf&amp;eth;i bor&amp;eth;a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; reindi &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; l&amp;aelig;ra... en me&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lk &amp;iacute; kringum mig gengur &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ekkert svakalega vel. a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g f&amp;oacute;r aftur a&amp;eth; hugsa hva&amp;eth; get &amp;eacute;g gert n&amp;uacute;na.... Sturta var &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. og eftir &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; s&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute;g mig &amp;iacute; speiglinum og hugsa&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;urti kanski sm&amp;aacute; klipingu... og &amp;eacute;g segji bara reddum &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; bara. a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g segji vi&amp;eth; Justin a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla klippa h&amp;aacute;ri&amp;eth; mitt. Og hann bara, No way!! og t&amp;oacute;k sk&amp;aelig;rin af m&amp;eacute;r. og f&amp;oacute;r a&amp;eth; klaga &amp;iacute; Arnar. &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; Arnar er &amp;aacute; 3&amp;aacute;ri. Og Arnar kemur: &amp;AElig;tlaru a&amp;eth; klippa &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r h&amp;aacute;ri&amp;eth;? og &amp;eacute;g segjist vera p&amp;aelig;la &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute;. og hann fer eihva&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; hl&amp;aelig;ja og: Ger&amp;eth;u &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;! &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;ur &amp;ouml;ruglega ge&amp;eth;veikt findi&amp;eth; :D . &amp;eacute;g: j&amp;aacute;&amp;aacute; kanski seinna &amp;iacute; kveld. og hann var&amp;eth; eihva&amp;eth; spentur og sag&amp;eth;ist vilja sj&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. en svo l&amp;eacute;t Justin mig hafa sk&amp;aelig;rin. en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; skifti samt ekki miklu &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;au virku&amp;eth;u svo illa. a&amp;eth; Justin kom me&amp;eth; rakv&amp;eacute;l sem var a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;a baterislaus... a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ar f&amp;oacute;r &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;.. e&amp;eth;a vi&amp;eth; vorum alltaf a&amp;eth; hla&amp;eth;a, raka, hla&amp;eth;a, raka. og svo &amp;aacute; endanum var Arnar komin me&amp;eth; xxxx.....j&amp;aacute; Arnar semsagt laga&amp;eth;i eftir mig... &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem &amp;eacute;g er a&amp;eth; segja er a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g og Arnar kliftum h&amp;aacute;ri&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r ( me&amp;eth; Justin &amp;iacute; bakrun a&amp;eth; segja isss ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;semsagt n&amp;uacute;na er &amp;eacute;g me&amp;eth; svona &amp;thorn;ykkan  hanakamb... d&amp;aacute;ldi&amp;eth; t&amp;ouml;ff sko...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;en &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; meigi&amp;eth; endilega by&amp;eth;ja fyrir pr&amp;oacute;finu &amp;aacute; morgun. &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;arnast Gu&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; eins og &amp;iacute; &amp;ouml;llu &amp;ouml;&amp;eth;ru. e&amp;eth;a &amp;eacute;g elska bara a&amp;eth; gera hluti sem &amp;eacute;g tek m&amp;eacute;r fyrir hendi me&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth;i! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;allavega...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peo &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/15/hausinn-a-mer/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/15/hausinn-a-mer/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 06:11:31 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>hey</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hva&amp;eth; segir F&amp;oacute;lki&amp;eth;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;eacute;g kom hinga&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; huntsville &amp;aacute; Sunnudags kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth;. Og f&amp;oacute;r aftur &amp;aacute; m&amp;aacute;nudags morguninn.  vi&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;rum &amp;iacute; svona sumarh&amp;uacute;s. en fyrst... Vald&amp;iacute;s og Brynja komu &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en allir voru komnir upp &amp;iacute; kirkjuna ( &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; vi&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;ttum a&amp;eth; m&amp;aelig;tta &amp;thorn;ar) og &amp;uacute;taf &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; einginn var kominn var keyrt annan hring me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;au.. til a&amp;eth; b&amp;yacute;&amp;eth;a eftir a&amp;eth; allir v&amp;aelig;ru komnir. og svo &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;&amp;aelig;r komu. &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; &amp;aacute;ttum vi&amp;eth; &amp;ouml;ll a&amp;eth; klappa fyrir &amp;thorn;eim. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var svo findi&amp;eth;... &amp;thorn;&amp;aelig;r bara: okey... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;en allavega vi&amp;eth; f&amp;ouml;rum upp &amp;iacute; svona fjallakofa... &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; veist s&amp;oacute;rt h&amp;uacute;s me&amp;eth; st&amp;oacute;rum sp&amp;iacute;tum. og vorum bara eiga g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;an t&amp;iacute;ma og koma h&amp;oacute;pnum saman.  &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; voru svona allvuru t&amp;ouml;lvuspil... svona eins og er &amp;iacute; keiluh&amp;ouml;llinni. og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var svona 20 manna b&amp;iacute;&amp;oacute;salur... nice. heitir pottar, 3h&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;ir, st&amp;oacute;r flatskj&amp;aacute;r &amp;iacute; stofuni og kl&amp;oacute;set, sj&amp;oacute;nvarp, King side r&amp;uacute;m inn &amp;iacute; herberjunum... og svo biljard bor&amp;eth;i&amp;eth;. &amp;thorn;au kendu okkur n&amp;yacute;jan leik sem gerist &amp;aacute; biljard bor&amp;eth;i... spilu&amp;eth;um hann miki&amp;eth;, enda snildar leikur. &amp;thorn;etta var snildar t&amp;iacute;mi.... nema &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var ekki miki&amp;eth; vatn &amp;thorn;arna... a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; voru sturtu lausir dagar og &amp;thorn;annig vesen.  svo f&amp;oacute;rum vi&amp;eth; ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig;inn &amp;thorn;arna sem var miki&amp;eth; gaman, miki&amp;eth; stu&amp;eth;. btw 6 t&amp;iacute;ma keirsla e&amp;eth;a eihva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;annig. &amp;thorn;essi sta&amp;eth;ur er &amp;iacute; n&amp;aelig;sta fylki vi&amp;eth; okkur, Tennessee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;iacute; dag er, laugardagur, er fr&amp;iacute; hj&amp;aacute; okkur og vi&amp;eth; erum bara breita til og svona h&amp;eacute;rna a&amp;eth;eins... Fun fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fyrir j&amp;oacute;l gerpum vi&amp;eth; drama. &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; setja textan af laginu h&amp;eacute;rna me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essu bloggi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drama&amp;eth; var um &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; fyrst &amp;aacute; svi&amp;eth; voru k&amp;aelig;rustupar a&amp;eth; tala saman og svo tekur gaurinn upp s&amp;iacute;man og er eihva&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; sko&amp;eth;a sms. og stelpan tekur s&amp;iacute;man eihva&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; dj&amp;oacute;ki og s&amp;eacute;r &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; svo a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta er sms fr&amp;aacute; annari stelpu... og h&amp;uacute;n brj&amp;aacute;last au&amp;eth;vita&amp;eth;. og svo er s&amp;iacute;nt inn &amp;iacute; fj&amp;ouml;lskyldur &amp;thorn;eirra beggja, og s&amp;iacute;nt a&amp;eth;  &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; eru miklu str&amp;aelig;ri vandam&amp;aacute;l &amp;thorn;ar. Mamman hefur eingan t&amp;iacute;ma fyri stelpuna. pabbi str&amp;aacute;ksins drekkur og er me&amp;eth; ofbeldi og eihva&amp;eth; bara rugl. og svo er stelpan a&amp;eth; leita til Gu&amp;eth;s og finnur lausn og s&amp;iacute;ni m&amp;ouml;mmu sinni... mamman l&amp;aelig;tur fyrst eins og.... j&amp;aacute;&amp;aacute; f&amp;iacute;nt gaman a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essu en &amp;eacute;g hef ekki t&amp;iacute;ma fyrir &amp;thorn;etta n&amp;uacute;na. svo n&amp;aelig;r stelpan a&amp;eth; sanf&amp;aelig;ra. og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er svipa&amp;eth; hj&amp;aacute; str&amp;aacute;knum hva&amp;eth; gerist &amp;thorn;ar.  og bo&amp;eth;skapurinn me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essu er: sigurinn er &amp;iacute; Jes&amp;uacute;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricstime.com/manafest-lyrics.html"&gt;Manafest Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="n"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricstime.com/manafest-impossible-lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Manafest&lt;/span&gt; Impossible &lt;span&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Intro &lt;br /&gt; Crying and hiding this feeling &lt;br /&gt; Running and fighting for freedom &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Verse I (Mana) &lt;br /&gt; This is the last time, I&amp;rsquo;ll cry lullabies &lt;br /&gt; All night can&amp;rsquo;t sleep I hear the floors creek &lt;br /&gt; I feel shadows in my room &lt;br /&gt; My friends find another bruise &lt;br /&gt; I&amp;rsquo;m a end up on the news &lt;br /&gt; I just don&amp;rsquo;t know what to do &lt;br /&gt; God I&amp;rsquo;m calling you &lt;br /&gt; Send an angel send two &lt;br /&gt; I want a move but I&amp;rsquo;m trapped in the outer room &lt;br /&gt; I know you hear me clearly I&amp;rsquo;m weary &lt;br /&gt; Come and fill me with your power heal me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Chorus &lt;br /&gt; It seems impossible for me to let this go &lt;br /&gt; Feel like an animal, I&amp;rsquo;m ready to lose control &lt;br /&gt; Take everything you need, take every part of me &lt;br /&gt; Take every part of me give me some room to breathe &lt;br /&gt; Chorus: &lt;br /&gt; I got to get away &lt;br /&gt; Got a break away &lt;br /&gt; Save Me &lt;br /&gt; Got to find away &lt;br /&gt; Got to break the chains &lt;br /&gt; Take me &lt;br /&gt; Before I lose Control &lt;br /&gt; Before I lose Control &lt;br /&gt; It seems impossible &lt;br /&gt; It&amp;rsquo;s not impossible &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Verse II (Trevor) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I&amp;rsquo;m tired so tired of walking through this fire &lt;br /&gt; If you want to find me I&amp;rsquo;ll be here in my room &lt;br /&gt; I&amp;rsquo;m thinking your drinking, &lt;br /&gt; Need to get out before you start swinging &lt;br /&gt; Wish I could show you all the pain inside me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bridge &lt;br /&gt; It seems impossible &lt;br /&gt; Crying and hiding this feeling &lt;br /&gt; Running and hiding from freedom &lt;br /&gt; For me to loose control &lt;br /&gt; Crying and hiding this feeling &lt;br /&gt; Running and hiding from freedom &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Alternate 2nd Verse &lt;br /&gt; I&amp;rsquo;m so tired a walking this line through the fire &lt;br /&gt; If you want to find me I&amp;rsquo;m in my room retired &lt;br /&gt; Hiding this feeling I&amp;rsquo;m thinking your drinking &lt;br /&gt; Sinking deep ducking under your swinging, out a commission &lt;br /&gt; Living cold day&amp;rsquo;s hallways filled with the mistakes &lt;br /&gt; Wish I could show you all the pain inside it&amp;rsquo;s caused me &lt;br /&gt; It used to be a house, a home now it&amp;rsquo;s neither yo &lt;br /&gt; So I&amp;rsquo;m leaving with the cross strapped to my soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-peo segir God bless Iceland!! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/12/hey/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/12/hey/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 22:15:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>sá þetta á myspace dóti Gunnars Inga</title><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt; Anne Graham, d&amp;oacute;ttir Billy Graham, var &amp;iacute; vi&amp;eth;tali &amp;iacute; morgun&amp;thorn;&amp;aelig;tti Jane Clayson &amp;iacute; sj&amp;oacute;nvarpi &amp;iacute; Bandar&amp;iacute;kjunum stuttu eftir hry&amp;eth;juverka&amp;aacute;r&amp;aacute;sina &amp;aacute; World Trade Center. Jane Clayson spur&amp;eth;i hana. &amp;bdquo;Hvernig gat Gu&amp;eth; leyft &amp;thorn;essu a&amp;eth; gerast?&amp;quot; Og Anne Graham svara&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;essu &amp;aacute; einstaklega dj&amp;uacute;pan og skilningsr&amp;iacute;kan h&amp;aacute;tt...;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bdquo;&amp;Eacute;g tr&amp;uacute;i &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth; s&amp;eacute; virkilega sorgm&amp;aelig;ddur yfir &amp;thorn;essu, alveg eins og vi&amp;eth; erum, en &amp;iacute; m&amp;ouml;rg &amp;aacute;r h&amp;ouml;fum vi&amp;eth; veri&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; segja Gu&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; koma s&amp;eacute;r &amp;uacute;t &amp;uacute;r sk&amp;oacute;lum okkar, a&amp;eth; koma s&amp;eacute;r &amp;uacute;t &amp;uacute;r r&amp;iacute;kisstj&amp;oacute;rnum okkar og a&amp;eth; koma &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r &amp;uacute;t &amp;uacute;r l&amp;iacute;fi okkar. Og &amp;thorn;ar sem hann er &amp;bdquo;hei&amp;eth;ursma&amp;eth;ur&amp;quot; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; tr&amp;uacute;i &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; hann hafi h&amp;aelig;gt og hlj&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;lega st&amp;iacute;gi&amp;eth; til hli&amp;eth;ar. Hvernig getum vi&amp;eth; &amp;aelig;tlast til &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth; gefi okkur blessun s&amp;iacute;na og vernd ef vi&amp;eth; krefjumst &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; hann l&amp;aacute;ti okkur &amp;iacute; fri&amp;eth;i? &amp;bdquo; &amp;Iacute; lj&amp;oacute;si li&amp;eth;anna atbur&amp;eth;a... hry&amp;eth;juverka&amp;aacute;r&amp;aacute;sa, skot&amp;aacute;r&amp;aacute;sa &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lum o.s.frv...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;g held a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta hafi akkt byrja&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;egar Madeline Murray O &amp;#39; Hare (sem var myrt, l&amp;iacute;k hennar fannst fyrir stuttu ) kvarta&amp;eth;i yfir b&amp;aelig;n &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lum okkar, og vi&amp;eth; s&amp;ouml;g&amp;eth;um : &amp;bdquo;Allt &amp;iacute; lagi.&amp;quot; S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an sag&amp;eth;i einhver a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri betra a&amp;eth; sleppa &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; lesa Bibl&amp;iacute;una &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lum. Bibl&amp;iacute;una sem segir a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; skalt ekki mor&amp;eth; fremja, &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; skalt ekki stela, og elska&amp;eth;u n&amp;aacute;unga &amp;thorn;inn eins og sj&amp;aacute;lfan &amp;thorn;ig. Og vi&amp;eth; s&amp;ouml;g&amp;eth;um &amp;bdquo;Allt &amp;iacute; lagi.&amp;quot;S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an sag&amp;eth;i einhver a&amp;eth; kennarar og sk&amp;oacute;lastj&amp;oacute;rar &amp;aelig;ttu ekki a&amp;eth; aga b&amp;ouml;rnin okkar &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;au haga s&amp;eacute;r &amp;iacute;lla. Og sk&amp;oacute;layfirv&amp;ouml;ld s&amp;ouml;g&amp;eth;u : &amp;bdquo; Enginn starfsma&amp;eth;ur sk&amp;oacute;lans &amp;aelig;tti a&amp;eth; snerta nemendur &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;eir haga s&amp;eacute;r &amp;iacute;lla vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; viljum ekki sl&amp;aelig;mt umtal, og vi&amp;eth; viljum vissulega ekki ver&amp;eth;a l&amp;ouml;gs&amp;oacute;tt. &amp;bdquo; ( &amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; er st&amp;oacute;r munur &amp;aacute; &amp;ouml;gun og snertingu barnsmi&amp;eth;um, l&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;rungi, ni&amp;eth;url&amp;aelig;gingu, sp&amp;ouml;rkum o.s.frv. ) Og vi&amp;eth; s&amp;ouml;g&amp;eth;um : &amp;bdquo;Allt &amp;iacute; lagi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an sag&amp;eth;i einhver mikilsvirtur r&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ama&amp;eth;ur: &amp;bdquo; &amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; skiptir ekki m&amp;aacute;li&amp;eth; hva&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; gerum &amp;iacute; okkar einkal&amp;iacute;fi svo framalega sem vi&amp;eth; vinnum vinnuna okkar. Og vi&amp;eth; sam&amp;thorn;ykktum &amp;thorn;etta og s&amp;ouml;g&amp;eth;um: &amp;bdquo; &amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; skiptir ekki m&amp;aacute;li hva&amp;eth; nokkur annar, &amp;thorn;ar &amp;aacute; me&amp;eth;al forsetinn, gerir &amp;iacute; einkal&amp;iacute;fi s&amp;iacute;nu &amp;aacute; me&amp;eth;an &amp;eacute;g hef vinnu og efnahagsl&amp;iacute;fi&amp;eth; er gott. Og s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an sag&amp;eth;i skemmtanai&amp;eth;na&amp;eth;urinn: &amp;bdquo;B&amp;uacute;um til sj&amp;oacute;nvarps&amp;thorn;&amp;aelig;tti og kvikmyndir sem stu&amp;eth;la a&amp;eth; gu&amp;eth;lasti ( lj&amp;oacute;tu or&amp;eth;brag&amp;eth;i ), ofbeldi og &amp;oacute;leyfilegu kynl&amp;iacute;fi. Og gerum t&amp;oacute;nlist sem hvetur til nau&amp;eth;gana, eyturlyfjanotkunar, mor&amp;eth;a, sj&amp;aacute;lfsmor&amp;eth;a og dj&amp;ouml;flad&amp;yacute;rkunar. Og vi&amp;eth; s&amp;ouml;g&amp;eth;um : &amp;bdquo;&amp;THORN;etta er bara skemmtun, &amp;thorn;etta hefur engin sl&amp;aelig;m &amp;aacute;hrif, og&lt;br /&gt;enginn tekur &amp;thorn;essu hvort sem er alvarlega, svo geri&amp;eth; bara eins og &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; vilji&amp;eth;.&amp;quot; Og n&amp;uacute; spyrjum vi&amp;eth; okkur hvers vegna b&amp;ouml;rnin okkar hafa enga samvisku, og hvers vegna &amp;thorn;au &amp;thorn;ekkja ekki muninn &amp;aacute; r&amp;eacute;ttu og r&amp;ouml;ngu, og hvers vegna &amp;thorn;eim fynnst ekkert a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; myr&amp;eth;a &amp;oacute;kunnuga, sk&amp;oacute;laf&amp;eacute;laga s&amp;iacute;na, og sig sj&amp;aacute;lf. Ef vi&amp;eth; hugsum m&amp;aacute;li&amp;eth; n&amp;oacute;gu vel og lengi, &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; getum vi&amp;eth; eflaust &amp;aacute;tta&amp;eth; okkur &amp;aacute; st&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;unni. &amp;Eacute;g held a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta hafi miki&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; gera me&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; &amp;bdquo;UPPSKERUM EINS OG VI&amp;ETH; S&amp;Aacute;UM.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bdquo;Elsku Gu&amp;eth;, hvers vegna hj&amp;aacute;lpa&amp;eth;ir &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ekki litlu stelpunni sem var myrt &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lastofunni sinni? &amp;bdquo; Einl&amp;aelig;gur og &amp;aacute;hyggjufullur nemandi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG SVARI&amp;ETH;: &amp;bdquo;K&amp;aelig;ri einl&amp;aelig;gi og &amp;aacute;hyggjufulli nemandi, m&amp;eacute;r er ekki hleypt inn &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lana. &amp;quot; Y&amp;eth;ar einl&amp;aelig;gur, Gu&amp;eth;&lt;br /&gt;Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er einfalt fyrir f&amp;oacute;lki a&amp;eth; gera l&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; &amp;uacute;t Gu&amp;eth;i og vera s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an hissa &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; heimurinn skuli vera &amp;aacute; lei&amp;eth; til Helv&amp;iacute;tis. Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; skulum tr&amp;uacute;a &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; sem stendur &amp;iacute; dagbl&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;um, en vi&amp;eth; efumst um &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem stendur &amp;iacute; Bibl&amp;iacute;unni.&lt;br /&gt;Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hvernig allir vilja komast til himna, svo framalega a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;eir &amp;thorn;urfi ekki a&amp;eth; tr&amp;uacute;a, hugsa, segja, e&amp;eth;a gera neitt sem Bibl&amp;iacute;an segir.&lt;br /&gt;Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hvernig sumir geta sagt: &amp;bdquo;&amp;Eacute;g tr&amp;uacute;i &amp;aacute; Gu&amp;eth;&amp;quot; en samt fylgt Satan, (sem &amp;bdquo;tr&amp;uacute;ir&amp;quot; a&amp;eth; v&amp;iacute;su l&amp;iacute;ka &amp;aacute; Gu&amp;eth; ).&lt;br /&gt;Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hva&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; erum flj&amp;oacute;t a&amp;eth; d&amp;aelig;ma, en viljum sj&amp;aacute;lf ekki vera d&amp;aelig;md.&lt;br /&gt;Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hvernig &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; getur sent &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute;sund brandara &amp;iacute; t&amp;ouml;lvup&amp;oacute;sti og &amp;thorn;eir breg&amp;eth;ast um eins og eldur &amp;iacute; s&amp;iacute;nu, en &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; fer&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; senda t&amp;ouml;lvup&amp;oacute;st &amp;thorn;arsem tala&amp;eth; er um Drottinn, &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; hugsar f&amp;oacute;lk sig tvisvar um &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sendir hann &amp;aacute;fram.&lt;br /&gt;Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hvernig kl&amp;uacute;r, &amp;oacute;s&amp;aelig;milegur, &amp;oacute;hefla&amp;eth;ur og ruddalegur p&amp;oacute;stur fer&amp;eth;ast frj&amp;aacute;ls um netheiminn, en opinber umr&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;a um Gu&amp;eth; er &amp;thorn;&amp;ouml;ggu&amp;eth; ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; sk&amp;oacute;lum og vinnust&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;um.&lt;br /&gt;Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hvernig einhver getur veri&amp;eth; svo brennandi fyrir Gu&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; sunnudegi, en veri&amp;eth; &amp;oacute;s&amp;yacute;nilegur kristinn einstaklegur &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem eftir lifir vikunnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hl&amp;aelig;r&amp;eth;u?&lt;br /&gt;Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hvernig &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; fer&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; framsenda &amp;thorn;ennan p&amp;oacute;st, &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; sendir &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; hann ekki til margra &amp;iacute; netfangab&amp;oacute;kinni &amp;thorn;inni vegna &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ert ekki viss um hverju &amp;thorn;eir tr&amp;uacute;a, e&amp;eth;a hva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;eir munu halda um &amp;thorn;ig fyrir a&amp;eth; senda s&amp;eacute;r &amp;thorn;ennan p&amp;oacute;st. Skr&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hvernig &amp;eacute;g get haft meiri &amp;aacute;hyggjur hva&amp;eth; &amp;ouml;&amp;eth;ru f&amp;oacute;lki fynnst um mig en hva&amp;eth; Gu&amp;eth;i finnst um mig.&lt;br /&gt;Hefur &amp;thorn;etta fengi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ig til a&amp;eth; hugsa?&lt;br /&gt;Ef &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r finnst &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ess vir&amp;eth;i, sendu &amp;thorn;ennan p&amp;oacute;st &amp;aacute;fram. Ef ekki, henntu honum &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute;... Enginn mun vita hva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ger&amp;eth;ir. En ef &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; hendir &amp;thorn;essum hugsunum fr&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;er, sittu &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; ekki hj&amp;aacute; og kvarta&amp;eth;u ekki yfir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; hversu sl&amp;aelig;mum m&amp;aacute;lum heimurinn er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veit ekki hver skrifa&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;etta en &amp;thorn;etta er magna&amp;eth;.&lt;/font&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/6/sa-thetta-a-myspace-doti-gunnars-inga/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/1/6/sa-thetta-a-myspace-doti-gunnars-inga/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 03:57:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Dude!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia,palatino"&gt;Hey!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new,courier"&gt;How Is Your Christmas Break, My Friend?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;comenti h&amp;eacute;rna sm&amp;aacute; fyrir mig!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva"&gt;BLOGGI&amp;ETH;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sj&amp;aacute;i &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; ekki hva&amp;eth; Dj&amp;ouml;fullinn hefur gert &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;iacute;nu l&amp;iacute;fi? allt &amp;thorn;etta drasl sem hann hefur tro&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; upp &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ig? s&amp;eacute;r&amp;eth;u &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; sem fellur aftur og aftur &amp;iacute; synd, hva&amp;eth; dj&amp;ouml;fullinn er a&amp;eth; gera &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N&amp;uacute;na er t&amp;iacute;minn til a&amp;eth; standa upp og berjast fyrir l&amp;iacute;finu &amp;thorn;&amp;iacute;nu. Hugsum &amp;quot; hva&amp;eth; kemur m&amp;eacute;r fr&amp;aacute; Drottni?&amp;quot;  og segjum vi&amp;eth; dj&amp;ouml;fulinn: NEI! &amp;eacute;g er b&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; segja nei vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essu... &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; vogar &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r ekki a&amp;eth; reyna a&amp;eth; tro&amp;eth;a &amp;thorn;essu upp &amp;aacute; mig aftur. &amp;Eacute;g hef sigurinn &amp;iacute; Jes&amp;uacute;, og fyrir Jes&amp;uacute; bl&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;h&amp;aelig;ttu &amp;thorn;essu rugli og lofa &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; nafn hins h&amp;aelig;sta, Jes&amp;uacute;s. &amp;THORN;v&amp;iacute; Hann &amp;aacute; skili&amp;eth; svo miklu meira fr&amp;aacute; okkur, hann &amp;aacute; skili&amp;eth; svo miklu meiri lofgj&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth; fr&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Og &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute;, sem virkilega sama um Gu&amp;eth;, Satan gerir allt til a&amp;eth; fella &amp;thorn;ig fr&amp;aacute; Gu&amp;eth;i. Dj&amp;ouml;fullinn hatar &amp;thorn;ig. &amp;thorn;etta mun vera erfi&amp;eth; bar&amp;aacute;ta. En sigurinn er &amp;iacute; Jes&amp;uacute;!! St&amp;ouml;ndum v&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth; yfir alla sta&amp;eth;i sem &amp;aacute;r&amp;aacute;s g&amp;aelig;ti komi&amp;eth; fr&amp;aacute;. t.d. Hugsanir, hva&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; segjum, heg&amp;eth;un okkar, augun, eyrun. Jes&amp;uacute;s elskar &amp;thorn;ig og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er svo &amp;thorn;ess vir&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; segja &amp;quot;NEI!! Satan, &amp;eacute;g er kominn me&amp;eth; n&amp;oacute;g af &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r. Burt me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ig fr&amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r &amp;iacute; Jes&amp;uacute; nafni!!&amp;quot; Og lofa Gu&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; sta&amp;eth;inn. &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; Jes&amp;uacute;s &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; svo sannarlega skili&amp;eth;!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I have the mind of Christ and hold the thoughts, feelings, and purposes of His heart.&amp;rdquo;  (1 Corinthians 2:16)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ef &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; lest &amp;thorn;etta og ert bara: hva&amp;eth;a rugl er &amp;thorn;etta?   en &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r langar samt &amp;iacute; frelsi algj&amp;ouml;rt frelsi!  &amp;THORN;&amp;aacute; hefur Jes&amp;uacute;s frelsi&amp;eth; fyrir &amp;thorn;ig. &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; hugsar kanski &amp;quot; &amp;eacute;g get ekkert r&amp;eacute;tt, &amp;eacute;g er svo &amp;ouml;murleg pers&amp;oacute;na.&amp;quot; en Jes&amp;uacute;s hefur svo magna&amp;eth;a &amp;aacute;&amp;aelig;tlun fyrir &amp;thorn;ig, og Jes&amp;uacute;s elskar &amp;thorn;ig n&amp;aacute;kv&amp;aelig;mlega eins og &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lef&amp;eth;u Gu&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; taka allt drasli&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r og b&amp;uacute;a til eihva&amp;eth; MAGNA&amp;ETH;!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand"&gt;&amp;eacute;g bara segji: &lt;font size="5"&gt;Lofa&amp;eth;u GU&amp;ETH;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;font size="2"&gt;og hann mun m&amp;aelig;ta &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r og &amp;thorn;&amp;iacute;num &amp;thorn;&amp;ouml;rfum&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;Num 32:23&amp;nbsp; En ef &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r gj&amp;ouml;ri&amp;eth; eigi svo, sj&amp;aacute;, &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; syndgi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r gegn Drottni, og &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r munu&amp;eth; f&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; kenna &amp;aacute; synd y&amp;eth;ar, er y&amp;eth;ur mun &amp;iacute; koll koma. &lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/12/29/dude/</link><guid>http://huntsvillemc.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/12/29/dude/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 00:40:03 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
