<?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-737792776693037590</id><updated>2011-12-09T21:38:00.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of a Striving Servant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-1886460692746091503</id><published>2011-01-05T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:40:40.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life as I know it has changed."</title><content type='html'>When I posted in February I was struggling with the loss of a young wife, mother, sister, daughter and friend.    The truth is I went to too many funerals in 2010.  When I stopped to think about it the number was 8!  That is too many!  But in all of the loss, God opened my eyes to another part of His love, the miracle of the creation of life.  In May, Kristi and I learned that we were going to be parents.  The elation was more than I could say.  Having a baby was something that we new we were ready for and very excited about.  Unfortunatly, just five weeks into the pregnancy Kristi miscarried.  It was another time of great loss in our house.  The blessing was that Kristi was healthy and that a baby had not actually formed.   Putting our sadness aside we placed our faith in God that He would give us a child in His time.  Well, His time was efficient.  Just a few months later we learned again that we would be having a baby.  We vowed immediatly to not live our lives in fear that we may lose the child.  Instead we were going to have faith and enjoy the growth of the life she was carrying.  That decision has meant everything to the smoothness in which the pregnancy has gone.  I am thrilled that we are approaching 19 weeks and little Carter Ashton Belt will be here around June 3.&lt;div&gt;Now what does that mean for me?  Well, as Kristi and I have been on this journey of pregnancy a lot of things have changed.  Obviously, her body is changing and all of the hormones raging inside her are causing some emotional changes as well.  It's the changes inside of me that have me the most facinated by this experience.  I confessed to Kristi a few weeks ago that I was longing for something real in the pregnancy.  I was struggling with the fact that I didn't feel any different and that Carter's growth was not having  that big an impact on me.  Now let's stop for a second while I address all of you parents who are laughing at the thought of "oh your changes are coming just you wait and see."  I appreciate that my role in this adventure is to take care of my wife during the pregnancy and then take care of the child and my wife after the pregnancy.  I accept that role with excitment.  But, in the mean time I was wanting something I could share in with her while she was pregnant.  It was not until just this last week as we sat in the doctor's office having a sonogram that the reality hit me.  As the sonographer was looking at Carter she froze on an image that left me in tears.  For just a passing second his face was on the screen.  She had zoomed in the machine to get some shots of his heart and in the process we got to see his face.  There it was on the screen, a perfect shot of my son's face.   Needless to say I was a blubbering mess.  It was in that moment that God showed me the magnitude of this situation.  I knew my son had arms, legs, fingers, toes, a brain and even teeth so why wouldn't he have a face?  It's just that I had not seen it that close until then.   Once I had seen his face then every other part of him was all of the sudden new and amazing.  I cried for a good portion of the sonogram.  When we got in the car I told Kristi that  it was very real to me now.  I know that as we continue I will be able to feel him move and kick and those are days that I am awaiting anxiously but it may not compare to the day I saw his face.  That's when I knew, life as I know it has changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-1886460692746091503?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/1886460692746091503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=1886460692746091503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/1886460692746091503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/1886460692746091503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-as-i-know-it-has-changed.html' title='&quot;Life as I know it has changed.&quot;'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-7348853822548587511</id><published>2010-02-24T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:03:17.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Way too many young people"</title><content type='html'>Welcome back everyone!  It has been over a year since I last posted and I can tell you that much has changed since then but I will post again with updates later.  One of the things that never seems to change as we get older is the coming and going of people in our lives.  Over the last three weeks Kristi and I have joined tens of thousands of others in prayer over Jenny Bazaillion.  However, early this week she left us to go and gain her reward at the right hand of our Savior.  Tonight was the visitation for the family and Kristi and I went.  We got to the chapel and had to stand in a pretty long line to get to the family, none of this was surprising since we had assumed many people would want to pay their respects.  The one thing that stuck out to both of us though was the number of young people that were there and had been greatly affected by this story.  So many late 20's early 30's who knew and loved Jenny were there and feeling a myriad of emotions.  It occurred to me that we as the Generation X have spent most of our lives feeling like we had everything to prove to the world and were invincible at the same time.  Jenny's struggle for her life is a clear message that life is too short and that we are not as strong as we think we are.  But the bright side is that we have a God who is stronger than anything we can get ourselves into.  He is bigger that we are and is able to more than we could ever imagine.  It was Jenny's dream to unify Christians and have them stop complaining and fighting amongst one another and she fulfilled that dream.  Because of her story I have been reconnected with old friends who will be an influence in mine and Kristi's ministry for years to come.  I owe that to her and to God's amazing grace.  I read in a blog a few minutes ago that tomorrow we are not going to have a funeral but instead a celebration of Jenny's life, I believe that to be true.  I believe that a life such as hers should be honored and celebrated.  I believe that as we mourn here on Earth the angels in Heaven are throwing a party that she is with them.  I am going to close with a song lyric that has been rolling around in my head all week.  I see it as the picture of what Jenny must have seen when her soul left this place and went to see her Father.  There were too many young people in the room tonight.  A young woman in the prime of her life was taken from those who loved her, who called her wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend.  She will be missed greatly but I hope this allows us all to see how sweet life is here together.  I hope that we will continue Jenny's legacy by continuing to love one another with the love of the Lord.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just an ordinary day in Heaven looking down the streets of gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you could hear the strings and the angel wings and see the saints of old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When suddenly God breaks a smile and begins to sing, "look my child is coming home!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Open up the pearly gated of Heaven, build another mansion next to mine, everybody dance and shout for joy around the throne.  Set another place at my table, sound the trumpet loud and clear this time, Hallelujah! My child is coming home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-7348853822548587511?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/7348853822548587511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=7348853822548587511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/7348853822548587511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/7348853822548587511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-too-many-young-people.html' title='&quot;Way too many young people&quot;'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-6894971326323126425</id><published>2008-12-31T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:17:17.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Reflections</title><content type='html'>Now that it is December 31st and I have my first real time to stop and reflect back on all that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; this year I realize what a crazy year this has been.  I spent New Year last year in East Texas wondering what I was going to do in 2008.  I was in a job that I didn't really like in Midland, a place that I didn't really like living.  I began looking for a new teaching position in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; and had no luck.  Then in March life as I knew it changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; overnight! (no kidding!)  On March 16 I met Kristi.  Life then became brighter and I had something exciting to look forward to.  Kristi and I spent the 10 weeks of school that were left after spring break talking on the phone constantly and counting down the days till the school year was over and I could get home.  As soon as I finished my duties in Midland I moved back to Mesquite. Kristi and I had set a wedding date on the last day of spring break and so we were working toward getting things together for that.  In mid June mine and Kristi's relationship went to a new level when I proposed to her on one of the swings at Harding University. (see previous posts for full story)  At that point the wedding planning went into a buzz of activity.  Even through all of that time I still didn't have a new job.  I was looking everywhere I could and nothing was coming up.  Finally at the end of the summer, just one day before summer band started across the state my answered prayer came.  I had just received word that I had not been selected for a job I had interviewed for when my phone rang.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jolette&lt;/span&gt; Wine, the new director at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Birdville&lt;/span&gt; High School.  She wanted me to come in and interview for the percussion director position.  The next morning, Saturday, I went and met with her for a while and left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt; not knowing what to think.  The next day, Sunday, she called and told me that I had the job.  I started the next morning, Monday, at 7 a.m.  I didn't know what I was doing when I walked in the door but I didn't care God had blessed me with a chance to work at a great school with great people.  I love my job to this day and I can't wait to see what the second semester has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a very busy marching season was in full swing in the fall and Kristi and I were fast approaching our December 20 wedding.  The list of things to do seemed endless and the amount of sleep we were getting was less and less.  But somehow I knew that if we could get to the end of marching season things would get easier and easier they did get.  After marching season I was able to put my attention on the wedding and before I knew it we  were a week away.  The last week before was a flurry of activity, with Christmas being right around the corner we also had to fit in having gift exchanges with both sides of the family.  The week flew by and before I knew it was Friday and less than 24 hours away.  Friday was a great day, I spent the entire day at the church singing with the quartet and watching the church take the form of exactly what Kristi had dreamed it to look.  We had the rehearsal dinner and rehearsal that night which was a lot of fun because I had not seen all of my groomsmen in some time.  Then the big day came, the ceremony was beautiful, it was exactly what she and I had hoped it would be.  It was happy and emotional but also a worship of the precious thing that God had designed between a man and woman.  I stood at the front of the auditorium waiting for Kristi thinking that I could not wait to see her.  Then the doors opened and there she was and I am here to tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;, you are not going to find a more beautiful woman anywhere.  I am sorry I got her, the rest of you are going to be finding second place from now on.  After the wedding was over there was an overwhelming quiet that fell on Kristi and I.  We didn't have any to do lists or a constant feeling of obligation to get anything done.  We were married and now we had a week to run away together and enjoy being husband and wife.  We spent the wedding night at the Mansion on Turtle Creek in Dallas and it was wonderful.  Then we spent a day and night at our new home together before leaving for Nashville, TN on Monday morning.  Our room in Nashville at the Gaylord Hotel was amazing.  The hotel upgraded our room for free to a VIP room that overlooked one of the garden atrium's in the hotel.  We had a great time being together and being married.  We have since returned from our honeymoon and have moved all of her things over to our new place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lewisville&lt;/span&gt;.  I love my wife and I have had so much fun figuring out life with her in these past few weeks.  Our home, though a total mess right now is already feeling warm and open.  I am so excited to see what the future holds for us.  I know that 2009 is going to be so much better than 2008 and that is saying something.  If 2008 taught me anything it is that God has the power to do anything at anytime.  There is no limits to His greatness and no limits to His plans.  I confess that my faith has grown because of this year and I proclaim that God has worked some amazing things in my life in a very short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of time.  I pray God's richest blessing on you in the New Year.  Have fun and enjoy all that He is giving you because it might just change your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-6894971326323126425?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/6894971326323126425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=6894971326323126425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/6894971326323126425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/6894971326323126425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-reflections.html' title='2008 Reflections'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-4726731384143396274</id><published>2008-11-08T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:01:39.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have posted anything on my blog and I felt that this would be a good time. Oh my how life has changed since I last posted.  Since June 20 I have received a new job which has been a total blessing, I have moved into the apartment that Kristi and I will call home and we are only 6 weeks away from the wedding.  Life has been fast and furious these last several months.  We have celebrated the life and passing of Kristi's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandy&lt;/span&gt; in early October as well as been overwhelmed with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; of starting a new life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;.  We taken care of all of the major aspects of the wedding including: cakes, flowers, dresses, tuxes, music, wedding party, honeymoon etc.  We have even begun planning next summer plans with church camp and Mama K camp in New Mexico.  And just when you think there is nothing more to plan we have begun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sketching&lt;/span&gt; out plans to go to Florida next Christmas.  Whew!  I can't believe we have been able to sleep with all of that going on.  If there is one thing that is for sure I will be glad when the wedding is behind us and we are able to put our lives together in the same place and start our routine.  Life is so good and I wish this on everyone. &lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to tell you how blessed I am to have Kristi as my team-mate and future wife.  She has been there for me every step of the way through a very scary summer of not having a job to the smooth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt; into my job which was very short notice and very fast to the grueling schedule of this marching season.  She has never once complained or been unwavering in her support.  Men, if you can find someone like her who loves you for who you are and what you are don't let her get away.  Find a woman who will love you when you are doing well in life and when you are slumping in life and feel worthless.  Find someone like her who will challenge you to keep going and to work harder because you can and she has faith in you.  But at the same time love her with everything you have.  Don't for one moment take her for granted or miss out on a moment of her smile and laughter.  Spoil her not only with material things but with quality time and loving gestures that make her feel like a princess.  She is the most valuable thing that God can give you on this earth.  He truly blessed us men when he said "it is not good for man to be alone".  When you look at your wife know that you are looking directly into the eyes of someone who is giving you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tangible&lt;/span&gt; taste of what God's love for you really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-4726731384143396274?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/4726731384143396274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=4726731384143396274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/4726731384143396274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/4726731384143396274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-8160617555128777656</id><published>2008-06-20T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:55:18.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man this is fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, everyone is home! Last week Kristi and I left on Wednesday to go out of town and my parents left with Jordan (my middle brother) to move him to Florida. I had not been in the same town with my parents in a week and I was ready to get their reactions on the engagement and the wedding plans. I was pretty sure that there was some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; but I wanted to see for myself. Sure enough, yesterday I spent most of the afternoon talking about the wedding and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; with my mom. Mom has been a tough sell at times with this wedding thing and I am so glad that she is now in full support of what is happening. This is fun and I am looking forward to what is in store for us down the road!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-8160617555128777656?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/8160617555128777656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=8160617555128777656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/8160617555128777656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/8160617555128777656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/06/man-this-is-fun.html' title='Man this is fun!'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-8090314432668714652</id><published>2008-06-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:06:19.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Official!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As I stated before Kristi and I are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Searcy&lt;/span&gt; visiting her friends and family.  It has been widely known for a little while now that Kristi and I were pretty fond of each other.  In the course of our three months together we have pretty much planned our entire wedding which will not be taking place until December of this year, there was just one thing missing in all of this; SHE DIDN'T HAVE A RING!  I have had the ring that I was going to give her for over a month now and I was waiting for the perfect time to give it to her.  I decided I would wait until we were here on the campus of Harding University (Kristi's Alma Mater).  So several weeks ago I called and asked Kristi's parents if they would be willing to come out and be here when I did it because all three of them had gone to school here and it would be extra special.  So this morning I put the plan in motion and I just prayed that Kristi would not figure it out.  We went to the campus and were going to "meet" one of my good friends out in front of Patty Cobb Hall, while we were waiting on him to get there we went and sat in one of the famous Harding Swings.  Let's take a side note for just a second while I explain these swings to you.  I am learning that there are a lot of traditions at Harding that have a bearing on whether or not you get married.  For example, if you walk under the old bell tower while you are single then the tradition is that you will never get married and if you sit in three swings with the same boy you are going to marry him.  If you are a male on the campus it seems to me that there is a large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of pressure that you better be pretty positive about the girl you are dating before you go messing with these traditions.  I had only heard of these swings and knew that it would be important to her that she was proposed to while sitting in one of them.  So while sitting in the swing I looked her in the eyes and told her that I loved her and then got down on one knee.  Upon seeing this her response was "NO WAY!"  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; surprised and taken off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt;.  I told her that God had put her in my life 3 months ago and I was so thankful and that I wanted to propose here in this place that was so important in her growth as a woman, christian and student.  I told her that I had been waiting on today to do this and I asked if she would marry me.  Amidst all of the giggling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt; she said yes and we hugged for a long time.  Then I told her to glance over her shoulder as she was being video taped by the same friend she thought we were waiting on to meet.  Then I told her to look over the other shoulder as her parents were coming out from behind a tree where they had been watching all of this unfold.  All in all the day has been a wonderful time of showing off the ring and being introduced to all of her friends as her fiance.  I love this woman with all of my heart and I am so excited about the wonderful future that God has in store for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-8090314432668714652?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/8090314432668714652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=8090314432668714652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/8090314432668714652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/8090314432668714652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-official.html' title='It Is Official!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-6236772107925548573</id><published>2008-06-11T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:41:19.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Babies Dream</title><content type='html'>Kristi and I drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Searcy&lt;/span&gt;, Arkansas today to visit her grandparents and her friends from college. While we are here we are staying with her good friends Ginger, Dustin and their 2 month old baby Hannah. Tonight, Kristi and I are watching Hannah while Ginger and Dustin cleaned the church building and we are beginning to get a feeling of what parenting is going to feel like. I have loved so much watching Kristi hold her and rock her because it is such a clear glimpse into the future of what a wonderful mother she is going to be. A baby in her arms becomes her and it so clear that God put her on this earth to be a mother. A few minutes ago, while Hannah was sleeping we went in to check on her. She was so beautiful, sleeping there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peacefully&lt;/span&gt; and would squeak and smile while she was dreaming. Then this question came to mind as she continued to make noises and grin. Does the pure, sweet mind of a child see the most amazing images of a God that we can't begin to fathom? Does this tiny human child who is just a few months in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; smile as she sees the angels dance and play in her minds eye? Are there beautiful pictures of a land of rest that we strive toward everyday? This baby knows nothing of earthly pleasures that would make her smile, so there is only one who can paint pictures so beautiful and pleasing that an infant can grasp. I believe that little Hannah sees things in her dreams that we in our flawed human flesh cannot. I know that one day those images will fade from her mind and she will begin her journey to get to Heaven where those images will be eternal and tangible. The truth is that we are called to be like baby Hannah, we are called to be like a little child so that we can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inherit&lt;/span&gt; the Kingdom of God. I envy Hannah tonight, she is closer to God than any of us will ever be on this earth. She is in a place now, while on this earth that one day I pray to be, that is resting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;safely&lt;/span&gt; in the arms of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-6236772107925548573?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/6236772107925548573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=6236772107925548573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/6236772107925548573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/6236772107925548573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-babies-dream.html' title='When Babies Dream'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-2134562902514465085</id><published>2008-06-09T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:35:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a Chapter</title><content type='html'>If you know me at all you know of my love for southern gospel music.  This love was planted when I was very young and has grown into a passion for me in my late 20's.  It was not long ago that the group pictured above was created and began it's ministry.  When you put four very different people with different intrests in the same group there is always a chance that someone may not be able to stay with the group.  Little did we know when we started almost two years ago, that we would lose one of our members.  My middle brother and our lead singer Jordan sang with us for the last time tonight for what could be a long time.  Jordan has been the showman in our family for many years.  The amount of laughter that we have had because of his quick one-liners or public antics is immeasurable.  Jordan is the same on stage as well.  He commands the stage with a presence that is so easy to feed off of and have fun with.  I will miss the way he sings some of our more popular songs like "Jesus Loves Me", "Until We Fly Away" and "Bein Happy".  We will greatly miss him for so many reasons.  Jordan has had a second passion for many years, film and movies.  He has been trying to find a place in the movie industry that he felt like he fit in.  It was not until this last year the he began to feel a pull toward Florida and the Disney company.  After visiting with a friend who works at Disney World and doing a little research Jordan decided to look into a job at the park.  The goal was to get in and get started and eventually work his way up to fulfill his life-long goal.  Well God has answered prayers and provided Jordan with the opportunity to go and do just that.  Jordan will be leaving on Thursday morning to move to Orlando, Florida.  We pray that God will bless Jordan as he goes on this new journey.  We pray that God will show Jordan his place in an industry that scoffs at anyone who stands up for their religous beliefs.  We pray that God will bless our ministry with a new lead singer who will be able to come in and fit like a glove with the rest of us.  Jordan cannot be replaced and we would never want to do that.  But we have faith that God will move this ministry forwad and continue us on our journey as He leads Jordan down a new path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-2134562902514465085?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/2134562902514465085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=2134562902514465085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/2134562902514465085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/2134562902514465085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-chapter.html' title='End of a Chapter'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-8804860543190582245</id><published>2008-06-04T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:48:13.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME AT LAST!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is official, I have moved from Midland and I am back in Dallas.  I have moved back into my parents house which I can assure you will be temporary but I am thankful that I still have a bed here.  Please be in prayer right now for my job search, it is not going as quickly or as smoothly as I would like and I am ready to know where I will be teaching in the fall.  I am loving being back in Mesquite because I have had quite a bit of time with Kristi in the last three days.  It is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; because we are so used to seeing each other for 48 hours at a time and then I have to go back to Midland.  The good news is that is not going to happen this time and that is great.  I realized today as I spent over 4 hours with her at her school while I was visiting her class and at praise team practice that there is no substitute for quality quiet time with her.  She asked me why it was that we had seen each other today but still felt like she hadn't seen me at all.  I told her that at this point no amount of time is enough time for us.  I think that is because God has blessed us so richly with a relationship that we can't get enough of.  How much more amazing would life be if we could not get enough of our relationship with God?  How many more blessings would be showered down on us and how much more would we appreciate those blessings?  I challenge everyone (including myself) to not get enough of our relationship with God and see how much more we will get from life.  I hope everyone has a great rest of the week.  God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-8804860543190582245?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/8804860543190582245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=8804860543190582245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/8804860543190582245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/8804860543190582245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-at-last.html' title='HOME AT LAST!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-6836410295335177432</id><published>2008-05-31T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:37:54.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM DONE BUT WENT OUT WITH A "FLASH"</title><content type='html'>This afternoon was the Lee High School graduation and it was my last assignment with the band.  It was long because there were 571 graduates in the class.  There was one very funny moment however,  as the graduates were coming in to the arena and the band was playing "Pomp and Circumstance" Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Storie&lt;/span&gt; was having problems with something and we could not figure out what it was then suddenly his pants hit his ankles.  We all kinda stood there frozen for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do but the damage had been done. :)  Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Storie&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; lost some weight and his pants don't fit anymore.  The first two rows of the band had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an eye full of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whitey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tighties&lt;/span&gt; and everyone in the stands that was paying any attention was now laughing hysterically.  This was the highlight of the afternoon because you could not script anything so funny and so unexpected.  With all of that said, I am officially done as the Assistant Band Director.  I turned in my school keys and I will be spending tomorrow packing some stuff to take home on Monday.  I will be leaving early on Monday morning to go back to Mesquite and next week I hope to set up some interviews for a teaching job.  I hope everyone has a wonderful Sunday morning.  God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-6836410295335177432?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/6836410295335177432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=6836410295335177432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/6836410295335177432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/6836410295335177432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-done-but-went-out-with-flash.html' title='I AM DONE BUT WENT OUT WITH A &quot;FLASH&quot;'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737792776693037590.post-8535257471972706860</id><published>2008-05-31T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:41:31.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post: Thoughts from Hall Duty</title><content type='html'>Well hello everyone!  This is my first time to ever do any kind of a blog and I am excited about it.  This was my last week as the Assistant Band Director at Robert E. Lee High School and I am so glad it's over.  This was finals week for the students and all of the elective teachers were asked to sit in the hallways and monitor in two hour shifts.  So, on my way out of my office on my way to hall duty I grabbed one of my old spiral notebooks and headed out.  I found a page in the back of the notebook that said "Group Message" at the top and had two sentences written on it.  I then remembered that a while back I intended to write out the message that the quartet wanted to convey when we went and sang.  So, for the next two hours I wrote out the groups message.  These are the thoughts that I scribbled down in an effort to capture what we want to minister to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this world there are so many things that destroy hope.  Often times we find ourselves beaten by darkness and left with the feeling that we have no where to go and no one to turn to.  Today's society makes getting outside of our comfort zone uncomfortable and awkward.  As Christians, we daily cross paths with people we don't know who have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desparate&lt;/span&gt; need of the message of love, peace and joy that we know.  If we touched one strangers life everyday for the cause of Christ over the next 10 years we would connect over 3,000 people to the true lover of their souls.  Music has connected us in this group as well as all of you in the audience.  We do not sing these songs for our self-promotion but instead to touch hearts through the music.  We pray that every time we take the stage that God will lead us to the heart of a perfect stranger and that He will open it and allow His message of love and grace to flow out of us and freely into that person's heart.&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest joys that we have when we go and sing is not our time on stage but the time we get to spend visiting with you before and after the show.  We are all young and have not seen as much of life as some people and it is so inspiring to have people share with us the wonders that God has worked in their lives.  We would be amazed what we could learn from spending 15 minutes talking with someone we don't know and we would be amaze how much we could teach a person in that same time.  The truth is that we were all once strangers from Christ.  Until He came into our lives we lived in a world of darkness and sin.  But He loved us enough to die for us and give us His love and forgiveness and it is because of that, that we stand here on this stage.  If He could love us that much why shouldn't we daily strive to love others the same way?  We are called by Christ daily to pick up our cross and follow Him with faith and perseverance.  We ask you now that as you continue your walk with Christ that you consider stepping out of your comfort zone and join us in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endeavor&lt;/span&gt; to talk to perfect strangers.  There is no greater joy we know on this earth than the joy we know in Christ.  All it takes to plant a seed in the heart of a stranger is to be Christ in their lives for just one moment.  Dear Father, we ask you now to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; us a heart of compassion that we might take the joy and love that you have lavished on us and give it to perfect strangers.  Father forgive us for passing up opportunities that you have presented to us to reach out, and give us the vision to see our chances in the future.  Give us the strength to pass on the good news to everyone you lead us to.  We praise you for the music and the message that we are experiencing.  We love you Father and we pray these things in your Son Jesus Christ's name.  Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737792776693037590-8535257471972706860?l=singinghispraises7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/feeds/8535257471972706860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737792776693037590&amp;postID=8535257471972706860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/8535257471972706860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737792776693037590/posts/default/8535257471972706860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singinghispraises7.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-post-thoughts-from-hall-duty.html' title='First Post: Thoughts from Hall Duty'/><author><name>Taylor Belt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714891042826022709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5Pz7_8hIhk/TSTw-WUYiDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OGpDDwh_nj8/S220/12%2Bweek%2Bsono.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
