<?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-4922450738843443214</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:08:53.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me, Mandy</title><subtitle type='html'>"She is clothed with strength and dignity,and she laughs with no fear of the future. When she speaks, her words are wise and kindness is the rule when she gives instructions." 
Proverbs 31:25</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-2382385481250126927</id><published>2009-08-10T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:42:53.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You go first!</title><content type='html'>"Then King David said to the whole assembly: “My son Solomon, the one whom God has chosen, is young and inexperienced. The task is great, because this palatial structure is not for man but for the Lord God. With all my resources I have provided for the temple of my God—gold for the gold work, silver for the silver, bronze for the bronze, iron for the iron and wood for the wood, as well as onyx for the settings, turquoise, stones of various colors, and all kinds of fine stone and marble—all of these in large quantities. Besides, in my devotion to the temple of my God I now give my personal treasures of gold and silver for the temple of my God, over and above everything I have provided for this holy temple: three thousand talents of gold and seven thousand talents of refined silver, for the overlaying of the walls of the buildings,&lt;br /&gt;for the gold work and the silver work, and for all the work to be done by the craftsmen. Now, who is willing to consecrate himself today to the Lord?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the leaders of families, the officers of the tribes of Israel, the commanders of thousands and commanders of hundreds, and the officials in charge of the king's work &lt;strong&gt;gave willingly&lt;/strong&gt;. They gave toward the work on the temple of God five thousand talents and ten thousand darics of gold, ten thousand talents of silver, eighteen thousand talents of bronze and a hundred thousand talents of iron. &lt;strong&gt;Any &lt;/strong&gt;who had precious stones gave them to the treasury of the temple of the Lord in the custody of Jehiel the Gershonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The people rejoiced at the willing response of their leaders, for they had given freely and wholeheartedly to the Lord.&lt;/strong&gt; David the king also rejoiced greatly." &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/bible/niv/1chr/29/1"&gt;1 Chron 29:1-9 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of anything around you, that you would change? Do you know how you would change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can answer that (which hopefully everyone can) I challenge you to make that change this week. Step up and be the leader. Be the initiater of the change. David stepped up and gave all sorts of resources to the temple his son was about to build. Shortly after this, the ENTIRE nation of Israel followed his lead. And if you are in a position of leadership, remember your followers do as you do. The whole nation rejoiced at the generosity of their leadership....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the church would do if it's leaders gave as generously as they "encourage" their congregations to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you change? And will you be the first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-2382385481250126927?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2382385481250126927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=2382385481250126927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2382385481250126927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2382385481250126927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-go-first.html' title='You go first!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1897836474798221791</id><published>2009-08-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:46:10.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>I have a question for those of you who actually still read blogs :) I've slacked off a bit. When you pray, do you pray as if God might answer your prayer, believing He can if it's in His "will" or if He wants, or knowing He will come through for you since you are His child? It was a thought I got during small group a couple weeks back and I thought I'd pose the question to all of you out there who are much more wise than I. Do you have scripture as to how to pray? I find myself praying the "safe" prayer of "God do what you need in this situation" or something similar to that. But it seems to me that lacks a bit of faith in God's power. Of course He's going to do what He needs. He's God. He doesn't need me to ask Him to do something. I heard someone say one time that God "waits" for someone to ask Him to show up powerfully, and that seems like a prayer of believing He WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts. Suggestions as to how to sort this out? How do you pray most of the time? I want to have the faith to believe He will come through in each and every miracle I pray for, but I don't want to look like a fool for praying for something "outside of God's will". And I'm probably making this way more confusing than it should be, but that's how my brain works :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1897836474798221791?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1897836474798221791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1897836474798221791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1897836474798221791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1897836474798221791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6927433337687877723</id><published>2009-06-24T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:47:09.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Banner Will Be Clear</title><content type='html'>I'm a part of the fellowship of the unashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I have the Holy Spirit power.&lt;br /&gt;The die has been cast.&lt;br /&gt;I have stepped over the line.&lt;br /&gt;The decision has been made.&lt;br /&gt;I am a disciple of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.&lt;br /&gt;My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure.&lt;br /&gt;I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed vision,mundane talking, cheap living, and dwarfed goals.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position,promotions, plaudits, or popularity.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be right, first, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;I now live by faith, lean on his presense, walk by patience,lift by prayer, and labor by power.&lt;br /&gt;My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, My road is narrow, my way rough, my companions few, My guide reliable, my mission clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed.&lt;br /&gt;I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence ofthe adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I must go till he comes, give till I drop, preach until all know, and work till he stops me,and when he comes for his own... he will have no problem recognizing me...My banner will be clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6927433337687877723?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6927433337687877723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6927433337687877723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6927433337687877723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6927433337687877723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-banner-will-be-clear.html' title='My Banner Will Be Clear'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7884614470649463949</id><published>2009-06-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:36:13.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremiah 1:6-10</title><content type='html'>" 'Ah, Sovereign Lord," I said, "I do not know how to speak. I am only a child.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord said to me, "Do not say, 'I am only a child.' You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you," declares the Lord. Then the Lord reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, "Now, I have put my words in your mouth. See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and plant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don' t know about you, but I've had this same conversation with God. "I'm just a child." "I've barely made it out of high school and you want me to do what?!" I've always found myself in positions where I can lead, without being named the "leader," but for some reason, when I find myself in those same positions now, I find myself scared. I don't like it when other people label me as a child, even if it's just because I haven't had many life experiences, but I find that I often have that as my biggest excuse for not wanting to go where God leads me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that God is leading me, He has gifted me, and I was created for this time. The God of the Ages is standing in front of me making way, to the sides of me to support me when I stumble, and behind me to minimize the attacks from when I'm not looking. I know that I have to combat this phrase every day. I am not just a child, I may be young, but God has gifted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your excuse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7884614470649463949?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7884614470649463949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7884614470649463949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7884614470649463949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7884614470649463949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/06/jeremiah-16-10.html' title='Jeremiah 1:6-10'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6927841146906577352</id><published>2009-06-09T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:10:07.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I die...</title><content type='html'>In our discussion of Francis Chan's book &lt;a href="http://www.crazylovebook.com/"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/a&gt;, we talked about living each day as it was your last. A hard concept for most people, especially people as young as me. I don't really want to think about today being my last day here on earth. There are so many things I can't wait to do! But then our conversation turned to "What would you like to be remembered by?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"His work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each man's work. If what he has built survives, he will receive his reward. If it is burned up, he will suffer loss; he himself will be saved, but only as one escaping through the flames." &lt;a href="http://http//www.youversion.com/bible/niv/1cor/3/13"&gt;1 Corinthians 3:13-15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I certainly don't want all the things I focused my time on to be burnt by the fire. I want to focus time on things that will matter in eternity. At the age of 19, I have a decision to make. Do I want to be known for the things I have achieved in my life (which is how a lot of people talk about me right now) or do I want to be known for how I loved others, or served, or gave of my time? After much thought (believe it or not, it was a hard decision) I've decided I'd like to be known for loving Jesus with everything in me. My biggest dream is for me to walk into a room and radiate Christ so much, that without speaking, people identify that I had "been with Jesus". Now this will take a lot of work. It's a different way of thinking. I'm driven by achievements. But Christ has called me to love him and seek after His ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time I go to meet Jesus and worship at his feet, I want people to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mandy, that girl who loved Jesus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mandy, that one girl who always had time to sit and listen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mandy, is that the girl who gave all she was? and all she had?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want people to know I love Jesus by my actions, not by what I speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What about you? What do you want to be known for? Are you driven by achievements? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6927841146906577352?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6927841146906577352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6927841146906577352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6927841146906577352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6927841146906577352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-die.html' title='If I die...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7570752140246142512</id><published>2009-06-03T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:34:39.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simplicity of "Yes, Dad."</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got to spend a day at the Zoo with the Edge family celebrating Brooklyn's 4th birthday! And while I had a lot of fun, I, of course came away with something to blog about :)Between old people wearing matching purple shirts, giving the play-by-play movements of the monkey and seeing the animals right next to the fence, there are plenty of topics I could go on and on about, but the thing I took away came from the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Daddy is here to protect me.&lt;br /&gt;2) His directions are simple, if I just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their last trip to the zoo, the ostridge had gotten a little close to Brooklyn and tried to snap at her. So when we made it to see the giraffes and zebras in that terrain, she was taken by fear. The zebras were the first things she wanted to see, and she kept reminding us that's where she wanted to go. She was fired up about seeing them. Yet, once she caught sight of the ostridge, so was paralyzed. The animal she was "dying" to see was no longer important as her "fear" looked her in the face. I tried to help and so did her mom. But all it took was for her dad to say, "It's ok, Brooklyn. I won't let the ostridge hurt you." She slowly walked up to the fence and got to see the animal she loved. Just as Justin comforted Brooklyn with his protection, God offers the same to me. My Heavenly Father will always protect me from evil. I don't need to be paralyzed from fear when I am chasing after the goal He has for my life. He will stand and protect me so I can reach my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at how easily the girls would listen to their dad. "Go kiss that fish" "Wave to the monkey." "Get close to the cage so you can see the wolves." Each time the girls listened with out hesitation (or at least little hesitation). Sometimes it made Sheena and I nervous, but they didn't care. Their daddy said it was ok, so it must be. Why have I lost that simplicity in my relationship with God? Each time He directs me, even in the simple things, I hesitate and argue and most of the time lose that opportunity to be apart of His plan. Sometimes the things Justin would tell them to do was just crazy(like howling at the wolves) but they did it anyway. The simplicity of "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. My knowledge from the zoo. Next, I'll have to share the funny moments. Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7570752140246142512?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7570752140246142512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7570752140246142512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7570752140246142512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7570752140246142512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/06/simplicity-of-yes-dad.html' title='The Simplicity of &quot;Yes, Dad.&quot;'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-8457203003310671892</id><published>2009-05-31T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:26:56.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>I started my summer reading list yesterday...first on the list-finish The Rest of the Gospel. Next I have Crazy Love by Francis Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need some more to read! Any good books you've read recently? I've got two months and would like to get through a good amount of books before school starts again in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jsut finished The Bait of Satan, and would recommend anyone and everyone read it at least once in their life. And if you are a grudge holder like myself, read it once a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me some good books you've read or would like to read! It's time for summer reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-8457203003310671892?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8457203003310671892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=8457203003310671892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8457203003310671892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8457203003310671892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3824846608726260352</id><published>2009-05-28T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:48:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Find Me Here&lt;br /&gt;Speak To Me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That's leading me&lt;br /&gt;To the place where&lt;br /&gt;I find peace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the light to my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my purpose...you're everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You calm the storms, and you give me rest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You steal my heart, and you take my breath away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're all I want, You're all I need You're everything, everything You're all I want your all I need You're everything, everything. You're all I want you're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang this last night at Switch, and I just needed to share it with you guys. Watch the video after reading the lyrics and the whole song will change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3824846608726260352?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3824846608726260352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3824846608726260352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3824846608726260352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3824846608726260352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/find-me-here-speak-to-me-i-want-to-feel.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-8236446288447419275</id><published>2009-05-27T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:18:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me on a Paper Square</title><content type='html'>As a part of our "development" we as a staff received little paper squares from our Training and Development Team with our personality type and strenghts. Just thought I'd give you a run down, because it's pretty much me in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personality type: ISTJ&lt;br /&gt;  quiet, serious, dependable, practical, responsible, loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strenghts:&lt;br /&gt;      Responsibility&lt;br /&gt;      Deliberative (which they actually spelt wrong on my card)&lt;br /&gt;      Learner&lt;br /&gt;      Individualization&lt;br /&gt;      Achiever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's pretty much me!&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What's your personality type? I'm fascinated by personality studies, so please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-8236446288447419275?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8236446288447419275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=8236446288447419275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8236446288447419275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8236446288447419275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-on-paper-square.html' title='Me on a Paper Square'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1658273448746033156</id><published>2009-05-26T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:10:25.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="5036892n&amp;amp;releaseURL=" name="cbsPlayer&amp;amp;allowScriptAccess=" pluginspage="'http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'" src="'http://cnettv.cnet.com/av/video/cbsnews/player-dest.swf'" width="'425'" height="'324'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" flashvars="'linkUrl=" videoid="50072141&amp;amp;edid=" vert="News&amp;amp;autoPlayVid=" wmode="transparent&amp;amp;embedded=" scale="noscale&amp;amp;rv=" salign="tl'" allowfullscreen="'true'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Watch CBS Videos Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please explain why the GOP has to move back to the middle ground? What happend to bi-partisianship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain, please :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1658273448746033156?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1658273448746033156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1658273448746033156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1658273448746033156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1658273448746033156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-cbs-videos-online-can-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5244921754065529489</id><published>2009-05-25T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:47:01.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://mail01.lifechurch.tv/owa/attachment.ashx?id=RgAAAABjZS3B9hmrQqECzWckhvSBBwDQ0QMXBZ%2bjQrHfyscz9EiQAADiR32WAADQ0QMXBZ%2bjQrHfyscz9EiQAAHw9JQmAAAJ&amp;amp;attcnt=1&amp;amp;attid0=EAAQskxByB%2frSpsdMc1yzxaA"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 457px; height: 461px;" src="https://mail01.lifechurch.tv/owa/attachment.ashx?id=RgAAAABjZS3B9hmrQqECzWckhvSBBwDQ0QMXBZ%2bjQrHfyscz9EiQAADiR32WAADQ0QMXBZ%2bjQrHfyscz9EiQAAHw9JQmAAAJ&amp;amp;attcnt=1&amp;amp;attid0=EAAQskxByB%2frSpsdMc1yzxaA" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;It is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:13.5pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VETERAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;not the preacher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;who has given us freedom of religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:7.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:maroon;"&gt; VETERAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;not the reporter, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;who has given us freedom of the press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:7.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:maroon;"&gt; VETERAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;not the poet, &lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:7.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:maroon;"&gt; VETERAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;not the campus organizer, &lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom to assemble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:7.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:13.5pt;color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:maroon;"&gt;VETERAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans   MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;not the lawyer, &lt;br /&gt;who has given us the right to a fair trial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:7.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:13.5pt;color:maroon;"&gt; VETERAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;not the politician, &lt;br /&gt;Who has given us the right to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:7.5pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color:black;"&gt;It is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;VETERAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt; who &lt;br /&gt;salutes the Flag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: -1; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://mail01.lifechurch.tv/owa/attachment.ashx?id=RgAAAABjZS3B9hmrQqECzWckhvSBBwDQ0QMXBZ%2bjQrHfyscz9EiQAADiR32WAADQ0QMXBZ%2bjQrHfyscz9EiQAAHw9JQmAAAJ&amp;amp;attcnt=1&amp;amp;attid0=EACL6JfJpRTWQb8CPj5qAc3q"&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail01.lifechurch.tv/owa/attachment.ashx?id=RgAAAABjZS3B9hmrQqECzWckhvSBBwDQ0QMXBZ%2bjQrHfyscz9EiQAADiR32WAADQ0QMXBZ%2bjQrHfyscz9EiQAAHw9JQmAAAJ&amp;amp;attcnt=1&amp;amp;attid0=EACL6JfJpRTWQb8CPj5qAc3q" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 644px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;Thank you! And may we always remember the price you have paid for our freedom.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5244921754065529489?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5244921754065529489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5244921754065529489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5244921754065529489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5244921754065529489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-8266511048257450220</id><published>2009-05-12T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:24:16.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Throne of God Above</title><content type='html'>Before the throne of God above &lt;br /&gt;I have a strong, a perfect plea: &lt;br /&gt;A great High Priest, whose name is Love, &lt;br /&gt;Who ever lives and pleads for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is graven on his hands, &lt;br /&gt;My name is written on his heart; &lt;br /&gt;I know that while in heaven he stands &lt;br /&gt;No tongue can bid me thence depart &lt;br /&gt;No tongue can bid me thence depart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Satan tempts me to despair, &lt;br /&gt;And tells me of the guilt within, &lt;br /&gt;Upward I look, and see him there &lt;br /&gt;Who made an end of all my sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a sinless Savior died, &lt;br /&gt;My sinful soul is counted free; &lt;br /&gt;For God, the Just, is satisfied &lt;br /&gt;To look on Him and pardon me &lt;br /&gt;To look on Him and pardon me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the One, &lt;br /&gt;Risen Son of God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold him there, the risen Lamb &lt;br /&gt;My perfect, spotless righteousness, &lt;br /&gt;The great unchangeable I AM, &lt;br /&gt;The King of glory and of grace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in himself, I cannot die &lt;br /&gt;My soul is purchased by his blood &lt;br /&gt;My life is hid with Christ on high, &lt;br /&gt;With Christ, my Savior and my God &lt;br /&gt;With Christ, my Savior and my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I by chance turned to this song this morning, and yet again, here I stand broken at the thought of Jesus' body on the cross and knowing that I am guilt free. Satan has no power over my thoughts for I stand in Christ's redemption. I am blameless in the sight of God Almighty. I am free and have no shame. When Satan tempts me with guilt, he has nothing to tempt me with. The just God has no complaint, now that he sees Christ in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd bless you all with it, too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, it's by Shane and Shane)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-8266511048257450220?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8266511048257450220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=8266511048257450220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8266511048257450220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8266511048257450220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/before-throne-of-god-above.html' title='Before the Throne of God Above'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4702410057884727940</id><published>2009-05-11T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:33:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced to Withdraw</title><content type='html'>"Jesus, knowing that they intended to come and make him king by force, withdrew again to a mountain by himself." John 6:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus feeds five thousand people after accepting 5 loaves of bread and two fish from a local boy. Everyone there took as much as they needed and there were twelve baskets left for the disciples. Quickly after this miracle, Jesus went to the mountains to spend time with his Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this story over and over again, but this time, verse 15 really stood out. After Jesus fed all those people, he quickly fled, knowing the people would want to crown him as king. He dodged the recognition of "king" even though he was their king and deserved that recognition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for me: even if I feel like I deserve recognition for something I do, remember to be humble. Pull myself from the situation before I get prideful. If Jesus didn't think he should be king, then I certainly don't deserve any honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4702410057884727940?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4702410057884727940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4702410057884727940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4702410057884727940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4702410057884727940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/forced-to-withdraw.html' title='Forced to Withdraw'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-8000525634765715295</id><published>2009-05-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:24:55.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I get the hints...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQi_IDV2bgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQi_IDV2bgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, this is the FIFTH time I've heard someone speak or just talk to me about God's power and strength. I think I'm picking up on it now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-8000525634765715295?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8000525634765715295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=8000525634765715295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8000525634765715295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8000525634765715295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-get-hints.html' title='I think I get the hints...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7106807857580647158</id><published>2009-04-23T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:47:08.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We the People</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeYscnFpEyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeYscnFpEyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7106807857580647158?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7106807857580647158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7106807857580647158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7106807857580647158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7106807857580647158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-people.html' title='We the People'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3659679583098806060</id><published>2009-04-10T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:51:18.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliciousness!</title><content type='html'>As requested, I thought I'd share the mint brownie recipe, although I think it will lose some of it's glory. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here ya go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 box of brownie mix (I like Betty Crocker)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 bag of Andes Mints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow the recipe on the brownie box adding eggs, oil, and water to the powder mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next put it in the preheated oven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the brownies are baking, unwrap the mints (unless you bought the mint chips)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the brownies are cooked to your perfection, take them out of the oven and place the mints on the "fresh-from-the-oven" brownies. After about a minute or two, take a knife and spread the melted chocolate like an icing on the brownies. Continue this until you get the amount of chocolate you want onto of your brownies. (I usually do just one layer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let these cool for about 15 minutes, then I like to put some of the mint chip on top of the melted whole mints. It adds a little bit of color  to the brownies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let them sit for about an hour to cool, then take a plastic knife and cut them to your servings. Then let them continue to sit until the chocolate is hardened on the top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND now you have the amazing yummy deliciousness of Mandy's Mint Brownies~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3659679583098806060?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3659679583098806060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3659679583098806060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3659679583098806060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3659679583098806060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/04/deliciousness.html' title='Deliciousness!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4628805997279862698</id><published>2009-03-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:04:09.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbled by David</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a Psalm a day, and I must say I am absolutely humbled by David's heart and his pursuit of God. Here's &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/nlt/Ps.69.1"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; that spoke to me today--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="Ps.69.1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="highlight" id="Ps.69.1"&gt;Save me, O God,&lt;br /&gt; for the floodwaters are up to my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2 &lt;/strong&gt;Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire;&lt;br /&gt; I can't find a foothold.&lt;br /&gt;I am in deep water,&lt;br /&gt; and the floods overwhelm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 3 &lt;/strong&gt;I am exhausted from crying for help;&lt;br /&gt; my throat is parched.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are swollen with weeping,&lt;br /&gt; waiting for my God to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 4 &lt;/strong&gt;Those who hate me without cause&lt;br /&gt; outnumber the hairs on my head.&lt;br /&gt;Many enemies try to destroy me with lies,&lt;br /&gt; demanding that I give back what I didn't steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 5 &lt;/strong&gt;O God, you know how foolish I am;&lt;br /&gt; my sins cannot be hidden from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 6 &lt;/strong&gt;Don't let those who trust in you be ashamed because of me,&lt;br /&gt; O Sovereign L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord &lt;/span&gt; of Heaven's Armies.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me cause them to be humiliated,&lt;br /&gt; O God of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 7 &lt;/strong&gt;For I endure insults for your sake;&lt;br /&gt; humiliation is written all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 8 &lt;/strong&gt;Even my own brothers pretend they don't know me;&lt;br /&gt; they treat me like a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 9 &lt;/strong&gt;Passion for your house has consumed me,&lt;br /&gt; and the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 10 &lt;/strong&gt;When I weep and fast,&lt;br /&gt; they scoff at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.11"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 11 &lt;/strong&gt;When I dress in burlap to show sorrow,&lt;br /&gt; they make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.12"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 12 &lt;/strong&gt;I am the favorite topic of town gossip,&lt;br /&gt; and all the drunks sing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.13"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 13 &lt;/strong&gt;But I keep praying to you, L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; hoping this time you will show me favor.&lt;br /&gt;In your unfailing love, O God,&lt;br /&gt; answer my prayer with your sure salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.14"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 14 &lt;/strong&gt;Rescue me from the mud;&lt;br /&gt; don't let me sink any deeper!&lt;br /&gt;Save me from those who hate me,&lt;br /&gt; and pull me from these deep waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.15"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 15 &lt;/strong&gt;Don't let the floods overwhelm me,&lt;br /&gt; or the deep waters swallow me,&lt;br /&gt; or the pit of death devour me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.16"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 16 &lt;/strong&gt;Answer my prayers, O L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; for your unfailing love is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of me,&lt;br /&gt; for your mercy is so plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.17"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 17 &lt;/strong&gt;Don't hide from your servant;&lt;br /&gt; answer me quickly, for I am in deep trouble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.18"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 &lt;/strong&gt;Come and redeem me;&lt;br /&gt; free me from my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.19"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 19 &lt;/strong&gt;You know of my shame, scorn, and disgrace.&lt;br /&gt; You see all that my enemies are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.20"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 20 &lt;/strong&gt;Their insults have broken my heart,&lt;br /&gt; and I am in despair.&lt;br /&gt;If only one person would show some pity;&lt;br /&gt; if only one would turn and comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.21"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 21 &lt;/strong&gt;But instead, they give me poison&lt;u alt="69:21 Or gall."&gt; &lt;/u&gt; for food;&lt;br /&gt; they offer me sour wine for my thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.22"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 22 &lt;/strong&gt;Let the bountiful table set before them become a snare&lt;br /&gt; and their prosperity become a trap.&lt;u alt="69:22 Greek version reads Let their bountiful table set before them become a snare, / a trap that makes them think all is well. / Let their blessings cause them to stumble, / and let them get what they deserve. Compare Rom 11:9."&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.23"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 23 &lt;/strong&gt;Let their eyes go blind so they cannot see,&lt;br /&gt; and make their bodies shake continually.&lt;u alt="69:23 Greek version reads and let their backs be bent forever. Compare Rom 11:10."&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.24"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 24 &lt;/strong&gt;Pour out your fury on them;&lt;br /&gt; consume them with your burning anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.25"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 25 &lt;/strong&gt;Let their homes become desolate&lt;br /&gt; and their tents be deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.26"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 26 &lt;/strong&gt;To the one you have punished, they add insult to injury;&lt;br /&gt; they add to the pain of those you have hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.27"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 27 &lt;/strong&gt;Pile their sins up high,&lt;br /&gt; and don't let them go free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.28"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 28 &lt;/strong&gt;Erase their names from the Book of Life;&lt;br /&gt; don't let them be counted among the righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.29"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 29 &lt;/strong&gt;I am suffering and in pain.&lt;br /&gt; Rescue me, O God, by your saving power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 30 &lt;/strong&gt;Then I will praise God's name with singing,&lt;br /&gt; and I will honor him with thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.31"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 31 &lt;/strong&gt;For this will please the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord &lt;/span&gt; more than sacrificing cattle,&lt;br /&gt; more than presenting a bull with its horns and hooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.32"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 32 &lt;/strong&gt;The humble will see their God at work and be glad.&lt;br /&gt; Let all who seek God's help be encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.33"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 33 &lt;/strong&gt;For the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord &lt;/span&gt; hears the cries of the needy;&lt;br /&gt; he does not despise his imprisoned people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.34"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 34 &lt;/strong&gt;Praise him, O heaven and earth,&lt;br /&gt; the seas and all that move in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.35"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 35 &lt;/strong&gt;For God will save Jerusalem&lt;u alt="69:35 Hebrew Zion."&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and rebuild the towns of Judah.&lt;br /&gt;His people will live there&lt;br /&gt; and settle in their own land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Ps.69.36"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 36 &lt;/strong&gt;The descendants of those who obey him will inherit the land,&lt;br /&gt; and those who love him will live there in safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning so much from this man who chased after God in everything. He was by no means perfect, but he was passionate about God and loved him with everything in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4628805997279862698?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4628805997279862698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4628805997279862698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4628805997279862698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4628805997279862698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/03/humbled-by-david.html' title='Humbled by David'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-2002343179054606227</id><published>2009-03-17T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:14:34.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's "yes!"</title><content type='html'>Mary responded, "I am the Lord's servant, and I am willing to accept whatever he wants. May everything you have said come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about how willing Mary must have been? She was willing to risk everything, her reputation, her engagement, her family, her name...simply because an angel told her she would give birth. The entire city would look down on her and the threat of being stoned for not staying faithful to Joseph was a possibility too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if we were that willing. Would you be willing to risk everything you had to do something you knew God had planned for you, but it would cost you everything. I'm not sure I would have been willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/Luke.1.46"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, how I praise the Lord. How I rejoice in God my Savior! For he took notice of his lowly servant girl, and now generation after generation will call me blessed. " &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty confident that this would not have been my immediate praise to God after he told me I was going to bring His Son into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, she had some &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/Luke.1.38"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-2002343179054606227?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2002343179054606227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=2002343179054606227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2002343179054606227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2002343179054606227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/03/marys-yes.html' title='Mary&apos;s &quot;yes!&quot;'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4966400130257345876</id><published>2009-03-13T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:59:46.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Amen</title><content type='html'>From the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;There's a tear I'm trying to cry&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling can't be found&lt;br /&gt;Like a note thrills in a song&lt;br /&gt;When I play it again, it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it was never in the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps me wanting&lt;br /&gt;That mysterious thing&lt;br /&gt;Like a night is waiting for a dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every prayer I say (a little closer)&lt;br /&gt;To my resting place (a little closer)&lt;br /&gt;Where my final breath is the beginning&lt;br /&gt;To never needing&lt;br /&gt;And I will find my last Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could swear I have two hearts&lt;br /&gt;One to stay, one to depart&lt;br /&gt;This sad, tragic kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it burns me down to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I know there's so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just a pale reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it keeps me wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That mysterious thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an outcast waiting to belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the thrills are fading&lt;br /&gt;The joy is in the waiting&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the grand design&lt;br /&gt;It's good be unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;It keeps the faith and hope a little more alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new song on Air1 and it has a strange sound, but listen to it if you get a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuhZZMNtBI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuhZZMNtBI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-last-amen.html' title='My Last Amen'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-2501000419109362879</id><published>2009-03-06T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:09:32.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness=Forgetting</title><content type='html'>Here's a topic brought up in my philosophy class. Just a thought to think about! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's cliche to say 'Forgive and forget.' However, forgiving is not forgetting. Christians say God forgets your sins, but that is incorrect. God is in fact all knowing, so how could He forget. Would that not take away His omniscient power?  You say He "throws it as far as the east is from the west" but He knows where that is too. So how can forgiveness be the same as forgetting? God doesn't ever really "forget" your sins, so what power does that give Him, if He doesn't truly forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was a little fired up and fought with all the logic I could. :) Thankfully, my God is a lot bigger than a feeling, and He's truth, or I think I would have walked out of that class with a big seed of doubt in my mind. The most frustrating thing about arguing with a philosophy teacher, He's smart!! :) and has thought of just about everything. And I think He's moved beyond rational. But that doesn't scare me. Thank you Jesus for wisdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts. Did they get you fired up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in fact here, yet again...my birthday is this weekend!! So in honor of that, what is your most favorite memory of me?? Respond, and I'll give you my most favorite memory with you (that is if they are not the same).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-2501000419109362879?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2501000419109362879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=2501000419109362879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2501000419109362879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2501000419109362879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgivenessforgetting.html' title='Forgiveness=Forgetting'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7257195573865037709</id><published>2009-02-24T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:01:42.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteries of the Gospels</title><content type='html'>I was reading in Mark the other day about Jesus feeding the 5,000 with just two loaves of bread and five fish. Now, this story is pretty amazing, but at the end I found something strange. After the great "picnic" Jesus sent His disciples get on a boat. Yes, I know a boat. He sent all the people home then went away to pray. While he was praying a storm attacked the boat. Jesus walked on water to go and save them. Every disciple was amazed at how the wind and waves listened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then He climbed into the boat and the wind stopped. They were astonished at what the saw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now here's the strange part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They still did not understand the significance of the miracle of the multiplied loaves. Their hearts were hard and they did not believe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE PEOPLE WERE RIGHT THERE WHEN JESUS FED THE PEOPLE!!! How did they not believe. They believed that He walked on water when He came to save them,  but didn't believe He really fed the people?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe we're the same. We see God do amazing things for people all the time, and maybe even in our own life, but for some reason, we don't always believe He can. We doubt His ability to come through (worry). We doubt who we are (insecurity). We doubt His plans for us (control). It should be pretty obvious He's gonna come through...just read that book He sent us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7257195573865037709?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7257195573865037709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7257195573865037709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7257195573865037709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7257195573865037709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/02/mysteries-of-gospels.html' title='Mysteries of the Gospels'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6379515118401786332</id><published>2009-02-22T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:03:17.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Motions-Matthew West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;This might hurt &lt;br /&gt;It’s not safe &lt;br /&gt;But I know that I’ve gotta make a change &lt;br /&gt;I don’t care If I break &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I’ll be feeling something &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause just ok &lt;br /&gt;Is not enough &lt;br /&gt;Help me fight through the nothingness of life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna go through the motions &lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna go one more day &lt;br /&gt;Without Your all consuming passion inside of me &lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if I had given everything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going through the motions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets &lt;br /&gt;Not this time &lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna let my heart defeat my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let Your love &lt;br /&gt;Make me whol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m finally feeling something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me all the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6379515118401786332?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6379515118401786332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6379515118401786332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6379515118401786332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6379515118401786332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/02/songs-of-inspiration.html' title='Songs of Inspiration'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-8918260497534241703</id><published>2009-02-10T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:59:35.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SZGyUA374PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ti4MZZziICI/s1600-h/mandy+lc+web+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SZGyUA374PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ti4MZZziICI/s200/mandy+lc+web+pic.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301214293293523186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right. You read it correctly! I'm finally on the LifeChurch.tv website!! I'm finally official!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-8918260497534241703?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8918260497534241703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=8918260497534241703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8918260497534241703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8918260497534241703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/02/official.html' title='Official'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SZGyUA374PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ti4MZZziICI/s72-c/mandy+lc+web+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3458642559304457280</id><published>2009-02-05T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:47:46.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be a child!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Judas  Asparagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;A child was  asked to write a book report on the entire Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;This is  amazing and brought tears of laughter to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;I wonder how  often we take for granted that children&lt;i&gt;understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;what we are  teaching???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Through the  eyes of a child:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;The Children's  Bible in a Nutshell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;In the  beginning, which occurred near the start, there was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;nothing but  God, darkness, and some gas. The Bible says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;'The Lord thy  God is one, but I think He must be a lot older than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Anyway, God  said, 'Give me a light!' and someone did.&lt;span class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Then God made  the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;He split the  Adam and made Eve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Adam and Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt; were  naked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;but they  weren't embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;invented  yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Adam and Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt; disobeyed God  by eating one bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;apple, so they  were driven from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Garden of  Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Not sure what  they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Adam and Eve  had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;as he was  Abel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Pretty soon  all of the early people died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;off, except  for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Methuselah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;, who lived to  be like a million or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;One of the  next important people was Noah, who was a good guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;but one of his  kids was kind of a Ham. Noah built a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;large boat and  put his family and some animals on it. He asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;some other  people to join him, but they said they would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;have to take a  rain check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;After Noah  came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;famous than  his brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;birthmark in  exchange for some pot roast. Jacob had a son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;named Joseph  who wore a really loud sports coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Another  important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Charlton  Heston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;. Moses led  the Israel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Lights out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt; of&lt;span class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;and away from  the evil Pharaoh after God sent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;ten plagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;  on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Pharaoh's  people. These plagues included frogs, mice, lice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;bowels, and no  cable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;God fed the  Israel Lights every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;with  manicotti. Then he gave them His Top Ten Commandments.&lt;span class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;These include:  don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;neighbor's  stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Oh, yeah, I  just thought of one more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Humor thy  father and thy mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;One of Moses'  best helpers was Joshua who was the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Bible guy to  use spies. Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;the fence fell  over on the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;After Joshua  came David. He got to be king by killing a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;giant with a  slingshot. He had a son named Solomon who had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;about 300  wives and 500 porcupines. My teacher says he was wise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;but that  doesn't sound very wise to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;After Solomon  there were a bunch of major league prophets.&lt;span class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;One of these  was Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;barfed up on  the shore. There were also some minor league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;prophets, but  I guess we don't have to worry about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;After the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Old  Testament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt; came the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;New  Testament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;. Jesus is  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;star of The  New. He was born in&lt;span class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bethlehem&lt;span class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in a barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;(I wish I had  been born in a barn too, because my mom is always saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;to me, 'Close  the door! Were you born in a barn?' It would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;be nice to  say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;During His  life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;the Pharisees  and the Democrats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Jesus also had  twelve opossums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;The worst one  was Judas Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;named a  terrible vegetable after him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Jesus was a  great man. He healed many leopards and even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;preached to  some Germans on the Mount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;But the  Democrats and all those guys put Jesus on trial before&lt;span class="ececapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Pontius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt; the Pilot.  Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just washed his hands  instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Anyways, Jesus  died for our sins, then came back to life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;He went up to  Heaven but will be back at the end of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Aluminum. His  return is foretold in the book of Revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3458642559304457280?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3458642559304457280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3458642559304457280&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3458642559304457280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3458642559304457280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-to-be-child.html' title='Oh to be a child!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-462621803026734269</id><published>2009-01-29T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:00:43.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't have said it better myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;"My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me? Why do you remain so distant? Why do you ignore my cries for help? Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer. Every night you hear my voice, but I find no relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET YOU ARE HOLY. The praises of Israel surround your throne. Our ancestors trusted in you, and you rescued them. You heard their cries for help and saved them. They put their trust in you and were never disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am a worm and not a man. I am scorned and despised by all! Everyone who sees me mocks me. They sneer and shake their heads, saying, "Is this the one who relies on the Lord? Then let the LORD save him! If the Lord loves him so much, let the Lord rescue him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET YOU BROUGHT ME SAFELY from my mother's womb and led me to trust you when I was a nursing infant. I was thrust upon you at my birth. YOU HAVE BEEN MY GOD FROM THE MOMENT I WAS BORN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stay so far from me, for trouble is near, and no one else can help me. My enemies surround me like a herd of bulls. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will declare the wonders of your name to my brothers and sisters. I will praise you among all your people. Praise the Lord all you who fear Him! Honor Him, all you descendants of Jacob. Show Him reverence all you descendants of Israel. For He has NOT ignored the suffering of the needy. He has not turned and walked away. He has listened to their cries for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you among ALL the people; I will fulfill my vows in the presence of those who worship you....They will hear about everything He has done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/nlt/Ps.22.1"&gt;Psalm 22&lt;/a&gt;, or most of it rather. David speaks so well, so I thought I'd share it. God has never failed me before, thus I will continue to praise His name for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-462621803026734269?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/462621803026734269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=462621803026734269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/462621803026734269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/462621803026734269'/><link rel='alternate' 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Laughter!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-2879570329783812985</id><published>2009-01-26T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:21:06.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet another song!</title><content type='html'>"Even though the journey's long, and I know the road is hard,&lt;br /&gt;The one's who's gone before me, will help me carry on.&lt;br /&gt;After all that I've been through, now I realize the truth,&lt;br /&gt;And I must go through the valley to stand upon the mountain of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus to Mountain of God by Third Day&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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yet another song!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-2650077936288912320</id><published>2009-01-22T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:59:08.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that Mean so Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:12;" id="slly"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Your Side-Tenth Avenue North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you striving these days&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to earn grace&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;Let me lift up your face&lt;br /&gt;Just don't turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;To where will you go child&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where will you run&lt;br /&gt;To where will you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these hands and my side&lt;br /&gt;They swallowed the grave on that night&lt;br /&gt;When I drank the world's sin&lt;br /&gt;So I could carry you in&lt;br /&gt;And give you life&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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is the first year I've ever made a "New Year's Resolution"--not that I'm opposed, I've just never found one for me. Well I decided I'd read the Bible from beginning to end. I was reading Genesis and it made me wonder why God chose the Israelites for His "people". They really were a bunch of screw-ups who never trusted God to do what He promised and ALWAYS took things into their own hands. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, I guess we're not that different. As His "people" now, we mess up and ALWAYS take things into our own hands. I can think of story after story just in the past week where I have done things on my own rather than waiting for God to do what He promised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as a part of my New Year's Resolution, I've decided to learn from the Israelites and I'm going to start trusting that God will do as He has promised in my life. Join me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." --&lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/Jer.29.11"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-2386016027031792364?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2386016027031792364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=2386016027031792364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2386016027031792364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2386016027031792364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ever-wonder-why.html' title='Ever Wonder Why??'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4405775954985039094</id><published>2009-01-15T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:03:08.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Times</title><content type='html'>Here's a post to "catch up" on life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Started a new job in December and I LOVE IT!! Title: Media Distribution Specialist. Yes I am a specialist. Description: I make ANY DVD that LifeChurch.tv uses, more or less. I adore the people I work with and this is where I want to work for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Started a new semester of school this week, and I enjoy all my classes, except for maybe one. Personal Finance (the one I'm not sure if I like). Not big on finances and investments, and such. Speech--always one of my favorite classes. Philosophy--I'm a little tempted to become a philosopher instead of "communications" but I refuse to change majors. Communication Theory--oddly enough, it's pretty fascinating (I'll keep you posted as to what this class actually involves). Organizational Communications--I really like my teacher, but still not clear on what I'm majoring in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Decided to read the Bible from beginning to end this year. I've read it all the way through, but never from Genesis to Revelation. I'm really enjoying that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new in your life??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4405775954985039094?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4405775954985039094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4405775954985039094&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4405775954985039094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4405775954985039094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-times.html' title='New Times'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1046437746146727653</id><published>2009-01-06T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:05:03.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for thought</title><content type='html'>There's a difference between being successful and being significant. The significant ones  are never forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be successful or significant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1046437746146727653?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1046437746146727653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1046437746146727653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1046437746146727653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1046437746146727653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-for-thought.html' title='Quote for thought'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6628609972683866863</id><published>2009-01-04T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:58:16.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(From the Leadership Bible--I think it's one of the 21 Laws of Leadership by John Maxwell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the saddest words in Scripture occur in Genesis 6:6. "And the Lord was sorry that He had made man on the earth and was grieved in His heart." It saddened God that every human being except for Noah's immediate family would have to be destroyed. He loved the men and women whom He had created to be like Him, those who were to rule the earth and reflect His glory. &lt;br /&gt;God determined to start again, even without a guarantee that the survivors and their descendants would do a better job of following Him. God made a covenant with Noah, giving up His right to ever again flood the earth to cleanse it of sinful humanity. Noah gave up everything He had accumulated in his long life in order to start over: SACRIFICE ALWAYS PRECEDES SUCCESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to give up to go up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6628609972683866863?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6628609972683866863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6628609972683866863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6628609972683866863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6628609972683866863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/01/law-of-sacrifice.html' title='The Law of Sacrifice'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5236900725454095936</id><published>2009-01-02T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:07:35.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Always Has A Plan. Always.</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how hard that is to forget. God always has a plan. Always. Even when we mess it up and make things difficult, He still has a plan. Why do we act like He doesn't know what's going on and He's not really in charge? He's already mapped out our ENTIRE lives, why don't we just trust that? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God has already seen every adverse circumstance we will soon encounter--no matter how great or small--and He has THE way planned for escaping it. And, even more thrilling, often the thing that looks like an abortion of God's plan actually ends up being the road to its fulfillment if we stay in obedience and free from offense...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dream or vision will probably happen differently from how you think, but His word and His promises WILL NOT FAIL.&lt;/span&gt; We only risk aborting them by our disobedience."--The Bait of Satan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/1Cor.10.13"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5236900725454095936?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5236900725454095936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5236900725454095936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5236900725454095936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5236900725454095936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-always-has-plan-always.html' title='God Always Has A Plan. Always.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3030808585345122404</id><published>2008-12-30T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:59:43.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I learn from movies...</title><content type='html'>"Never say goodbye, &lt;div&gt;Because saying goodbye means going away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And going away means forgetting."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Peter Pan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3030808585345122404?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3030808585345122404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3030808585345122404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3030808585345122404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3030808585345122404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-i-learn-from-movies.html' title='The things I learn from movies...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3657454975588091941</id><published>2008-12-26T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:23:58.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth Moore--how does she know?!?!</title><content type='html'>I just finished my second Beth Moore study (first-Daniel, second-A Woman's Heart, God's Dwelling Place). If you have never done a Beth Moore study I would recommend you do one!! I also started an official job at LifeChurch last week. I must say I love it!! But one my first day, the day I tested, and my first interview, I was scared out of my mind. Let me just take a paragraph from Beth Moore, then you'll understand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you found yourself on the brink of the place for which God has long been preparing you? A location? A place of service? A circumstance? A position? Something for which you sense He has been preparing you for a long time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(obviously, being offered this job was the start of my hopeful career...I've been in prep for YEARS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that you see God fulfilling His promise you use you and have through excruciating preparation toward that end, are you filled with fear? An overwhelming feelilng of unreadiness? A sudden emotion that this may not be what you wanted? A little sorry you volunteered to go wherever and do whatever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's what was going on inside of me. Now, I'm not emotional (or a feeler) but every time I thought about this, my heart cried out in fear. Tears would come to my eyes as I thought about everything I had done and all the expectations people ALREADY had for me. I was terrified I would fail. And fail miserably at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I haven't. There are days when I am extremely unqualified to copy DVDs, but (here's the last portion of the paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God will deal with those feelings and will bring them to a place of dismissal if you confess them to Him and invite Him to give you the courage to accept His &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personalized plan for you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now trust me when I say, only God could have put things in order for this. Everything happened at the right place and the right time. This is His plan, not my own. (Who'd a thought I wouldn't work in LifeKIDS first?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would encourage you to give your fears and thoughts to God as you stand in His purpose. He will deal with those issues, just make yourself available!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3657454975588091941?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3657454975588091941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3657454975588091941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3657454975588091941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3657454975588091941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/12/beth-moore-how-does-she-know.html' title='Beth Moore--how does she know?!?!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-250778919397233522</id><published>2008-12-22T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:25:12.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surely We Can Change</title><content type='html'>Surely We Can Change--David Crowder Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem is this&lt;br /&gt;We were bought with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But the cheek still turned&lt;br /&gt;Even when it wasn’t hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;What to do with a love like that&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;How to be a love like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;Is right here among us&lt;br /&gt;And hatred too&lt;br /&gt;And so we must choose&lt;br /&gt;What our hands will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is pain&lt;br /&gt;Let there be grace&lt;br /&gt;Where there is suffering&lt;br /&gt;Bring serenity&lt;br /&gt;For those afraid&lt;br /&gt;Help them be brave&lt;br /&gt;Where there is misery&lt;br /&gt;Bring expectancy&lt;br /&gt;And surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem it seems&lt;br /&gt;Is with you and me&lt;br /&gt;Not the Love who came&lt;br /&gt;To repair everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;What to do with a love like that&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;How to be a love like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;Is right here among us&lt;br /&gt;And hatred too&lt;br /&gt;And so we must choose&lt;br /&gt;What our hands will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is pain&lt;br /&gt;Let us bring grace&lt;br /&gt;Where there is suffering&lt;br /&gt;Bring serenity&lt;br /&gt;For those afraid&lt;br /&gt;Let us be brave&lt;br /&gt;Where there is misery&lt;br /&gt;Let us bring them relief&lt;br /&gt;And surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Oh surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the world’s about to change&lt;br /&gt;The whole world’s about to change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-250778919397233522?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/250778919397233522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=250778919397233522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/250778919397233522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/250778919397233522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/12/surely-we-can-change.html' title='Surely We Can Change'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-9153933478446213479</id><published>2008-12-13T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:14:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealed!</title><content type='html'>1) What's my real name?  Amanda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where did I graduate high school? Edmond Memorial (Go Bulldogs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Was I a valedictorian? No, not even a Salutatorian, thanks to 8th grade math, physics and calculus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where do I go to school now? UCO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) How long until I'm finished? 3 semesters, 1.5 years (plus some summer school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is my dream job? LifeKIDS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What reality show do I want to go on? Amazing Race!! (and I expect you all to watch it when I go on it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What is my favorite thing to do? (just wanted to see what you guys came up with--watching football was a good choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How do I "de-stress"? I bake--cookies and brownies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What's something I may not know about you?? Those are some great answers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go! You guys did pretty well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-9153933478446213479?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/9153933478446213479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=9153933478446213479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/9153933478446213479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/9153933478446213479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/12/revealed.html' title='Revealed!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7875782111738050264</id><published>2008-12-08T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:15:38.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Quiz!!</title><content type='html'>Just how well do you know me? Here's a few questions, let's see who knows the most!!&lt;br /&gt;We'll start easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's my real name?&lt;br /&gt;2) Where did I graduate high school?&lt;br /&gt;3) Was I a valedictorian?&lt;br /&gt;4) Where do I go to school now?&lt;br /&gt;5) How long until I'm finished?&lt;br /&gt;6) What is my dream job?&lt;br /&gt;7) What reality show do I want to go on?&lt;br /&gt;8) What is my favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;9) How do I "de-stress"?&lt;br /&gt;10) What's something I may not know about you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll answer later this week!&lt;br /&gt;I've got finals this week, and a job interview on Tuesday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7875782111738050264?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7875782111738050264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7875782111738050264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7875782111738050264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7875782111738050264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/12/pop-quiz.html' title='Pop Quiz!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4589790808908998963</id><published>2008-11-30T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:24:44.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Give You Praise by Delirious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When the road is rough and steep &lt;br /&gt;And it leads a heart to weep &lt;br /&gt;There's an ocean of tears &lt;br /&gt;That you've held through the years &lt;br /&gt;But we're not stopping here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this long and winding street &lt;br /&gt;Will You guide these weary feet &lt;br /&gt;Every step that we take &lt;br /&gt;With our hearts full of faith &lt;br /&gt;And we're not stopping here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we are stronger &lt;br /&gt;So put your hand in mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We give You praise &lt;br /&gt;We give You praise &lt;br /&gt;And the King of all the earth &lt;br /&gt;Has saved us from ourselves &lt;br /&gt;We give You praise &lt;br /&gt;We give You praise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the avenues of time &lt;br /&gt;Here You meet me where I am &lt;br /&gt;We walked with glory and pain &lt;br /&gt;And You’ve broken the chains &lt;br /&gt;So there’s no stopping here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, we sing glory &lt;br /&gt;We sing glory &lt;br /&gt;In the darkness where You shine &lt;br /&gt;Let it shine, let it shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fo8lex1Td_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fo8lex1Td_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4589790808908998963?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4589790808908998963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4589790808908998963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4589790808908998963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4589790808908998963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-give-you-praise-by-delirious-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3780081078713382140</id><published>2008-11-23T17:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:37:53.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>Here's a text I received the other day. Thought I'd share it!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3780081078713382140?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3780081078713382140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3780081078713382140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3780081078713382140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3780081078713382140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/11/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4639841481740799265</id><published>2008-11-18T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:06:20.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Me Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;If you've never heard of Bebo Norman, I would suggest you listen to some of his songs. They are simply amazing. Here's his newest hit, what can I say other than it's great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebo Norman - &lt;em&gt;Pull Me Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From the album &lt;i&gt;Bebo Norman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;So tell me now, when does this start feeling like I understand &lt;br /&gt;Everything I’m dealing with, first I was young, now it’s all just happening &lt;br /&gt;What about the way I said that made you turn around &lt;br /&gt;And shake your head like I don’t even know what I’m asking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be all about just letting go &lt;br /&gt;This could be all about just holding on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;I can’t get my feet off of the ground &lt;br /&gt;I wanna run but I don’t know how &lt;br /&gt;Can you reach down here and pull me out, can you pull me out &lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream but there’s no sound &lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly to you somehow &lt;br /&gt;Can you reach me here and pull me out, can you pull me out, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was young and hungry, I could take it in &lt;br /&gt;Without much money, I had nothing at all but dreams and time to kill &lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I’m treading water and I’m hardly real &lt;br /&gt;I’m just trying harder to make my way on the earth by standing still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be all about just letting go &lt;br /&gt;This could be all about just holding on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment too soon &lt;br /&gt;You will be my rescue &lt;br /&gt;But tell me how long will it take &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get my feet off of the ground &lt;br /&gt;I wanna run but I don’t know how &lt;br /&gt;Can you reach me here and pull me out, can you pull me out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get my feet off of the ground &lt;br /&gt;I wanna run but I don’t know how &lt;br /&gt;Can you reach down here and pull me out, can you pull me out, yeah &lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream but there’s no sound &lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly to you somehow &lt;br /&gt;But you reach me here and pull me out, oh you pull me out, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4639841481740799265?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4639841481740799265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4639841481740799265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4639841481740799265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4639841481740799265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/11/pull-me-out.html' title='Pull Me Out'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4451757559761668761</id><published>2008-11-10T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:40:56.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish as Barack Obama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Xkw8ip43Vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Xkw8ip43Vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4451757559761668761?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4451757559761668761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4451757559761668761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4451757559761668761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4451757559761668761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/11/irish-as-barack-obama.html' title='Irish as Barack Obama?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1509196210382675242</id><published>2008-11-06T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:18:21.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Taylor!</title><content type='html'>Today is one of my best friends birthday! Taylor is turning 19!! (Can I just say that by this time of the year, I start to feel really young because all my friends have birthdays so much earlier than me). So Happy Birthday dear neighbor!! Hope it's a special one!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SRL8fu6X88I/AAAAAAAAAIs/wVCdCa8VbyU/s200/Copy+(2)+of+SLU+201+076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265548536448545730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1509196210382675242?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1509196210382675242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1509196210382675242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1509196210382675242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1509196210382675242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-19th-taylor.html' title='Happy 19th Taylor!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SRL8fu6X88I/AAAAAAAAAIs/wVCdCa8VbyU/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+SLU+201+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7405660968377485616</id><published>2008-11-01T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:13:13.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Declare your pick!</title><content type='html'>Today is Election Day. I'm so excited to vote, yet terrified as to what the outcome might be. In spirit of our Nation (because my pride may not last much longer) I thought I'd blog on the National Anthem and some of it's history. If you are anything like me, knowing the history of ANYTHING always makes life more interesting. ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;p align="left" class="fontlarge" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;During the War of 1812, on September 13, 1814, Francis Scott Key visited the British fleet in Chesapeake Bay to secure the release of Dr. William Beanes, who had been captured after the burning of Washington DC. The release was completed, but Key was held by the British overnight during the shelling of Fort McHenry, one of the forts defending Baltimore. In the morning, Key peered through clearing smoke to see an enormous American flag flying proudly after a 25-hour British bombardment of Fort McHenry. He was so delighted to see the flag still flying over the fort that he began a poem to commemorate the occasion, with a note that it should be sung to the popular British melody "To Anacreon in Heaven."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fontlarge" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;In 1916, President Woodrow Wilson ordered that it be played at military and naval occasions. In 1931, the &lt;i&gt;Star-Spangled Banner&lt;/i&gt; became our national anthem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fontlarge" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fontlarge"  style=" ;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Some of you may not have known this hasn't been our National Anthem wasn't apart of our nation since its founding, just since 1931!!  Now doesn't it have so much more meaning?!? And to close our lesson, I brought the words. Soak 'em in. It may be a while before we get to sing this with pride again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fontlarge"  style=" ;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fontlarge"  style=" ;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,&lt;br /&gt;What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?&lt;br /&gt;Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight;&lt;br /&gt;O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming.&lt;br /&gt;And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,&lt;br /&gt;Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave&lt;br /&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7405660968377485616?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7405660968377485616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7405660968377485616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7405660968377485616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7405660968377485616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/11/declare-your-pick.html' title='Declare your pick!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-822389710975046105</id><published>2008-10-30T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:52:01.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you come from?</title><content type='html'>The other day, my friend Elie had a classmate ask her "Do you believe in Adam and Eve?" Of course, she said "Yeah. Why?" The classmate responded "Then how do you explain black people?" Confused by this stateme nt, my friend asked me to help her find an answer (she's been a Christ follower for 3 years, but doesn't know the Old Testament stories very well). My first reaction was laughing. If this isn't proof that Christianity has been "white-washed" with the blonde hair blue eyed baby Jesus, then I don't know what is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If you have a reason, post it in your comment. I'd love to see what everyone came up with). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had it been me who was asked that question, I would have smarted off with "Technically Adam and Eve were most likely Middle Eastern, so where did, not only the blacks, but the whites, Indians, Asian, Eskimos...come from?" But then I came up with a slightly scientific answer--being closer to the sun or out in the sun more gives you a darker pigment. If you look at where each ethnicity comes from, you can explain it like that, but then I had to think of a biblical answer....Tower of Babel!!! If you don't know this story, it is one of my favorite stories in the Bible (find it &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/Gen.11.1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!) Pretty much, the people got cocky and thought they could be better than God, so God, being the brilliant deity he is, mixed the people so much they could even relate to each other, much less communicate. Thus he created language, culture, and color for all sorts of ethnicities. Would you have answered it differently? Any other explanations? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-822389710975046105?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/822389710975046105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=822389710975046105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/822389710975046105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/822389710975046105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-do-you-come-from.html' title='Where do you come from?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6834276967171411419</id><published>2008-10-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:59:04.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crap...a Democrat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SQNd49kIoiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KA2bf8sElR4/s1600-h/Democrat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SQNd49kIoiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KA2bf8sElR4/s200/Democrat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261152022879052322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The election is coming soon. I hope you all know who you are voting for! If not, just ask me. :) I'm so excited to vote in a few weeks! First election ever!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6834276967171411419?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6834276967171411419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6834276967171411419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6834276967171411419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6834276967171411419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Oh Crap...a Democrat!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SQNd49kIoiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KA2bf8sElR4/s72-c/Democrat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6513570657138255143</id><published>2008-10-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:49:25.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeezed!</title><content type='html'>"If we believe in Jesus, it is not what we gain but what He pours through us that really counts. God's purpose is not simple to make us beautiful, plump grapes, but to make us grapes so that He may SQUEEZE SWEETNESS OUT OF US." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is He filling you with? Are you getting squeezed? I know I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He who believes in me...out of His heart will flow."  John 7:38&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(From My Utmost for His Highest) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6513570657138255143?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6513570657138255143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6513570657138255143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6513570657138255143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6513570657138255143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/10/squeezed.html' title='Squeezed!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-638072980716479114</id><published>2008-10-19T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:42:45.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend.&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;These are some new friends whose blogs I've started reading. Enjoy!! Try them out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jordangarrett77.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sethstacey.com/"&gt;Seth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allthatmatters209.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheridan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicoleknox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justinedge.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wedge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alecwarn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="auth" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-638072980716479114?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/638072980716479114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=638072980716479114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/638072980716479114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/638072980716479114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-626594881334225532</id><published>2008-10-07T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:44:32.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone still reads this, but I'm back. School got really busy after my foot surgery and I had to spend A LOT of time on that, which meant little computer use. :( But I finally caught up, so I'm gonna get back into routine. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In that day the LORD will punish the fallen angels in the heavens and the proud rulers of the nations on earth. They will be rounded up and put in prison until they are tried and condemned. Then the LORD Almighty will mount his throne on Mount Zion. He will rule gloriously in Jerusalem, in the sight of all the leaders of his people. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There will be such glory that the brightness of the sun and moon will seem to fade away.&lt;/span&gt;" --Isaiah 24:21-23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-626594881334225532?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/626594881334225532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=626594881334225532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/626594881334225532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/626594881334225532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/10/craziness.html' title='Craziness!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5876345963017016538</id><published>2008-09-22T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:06:05.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!!!</title><content type='html'>Go check out this video. It had me almost rolling on the floor!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/originals/time_for_some_campaignin"&gt;http://www.jibjab.com/originals/time_for_some_campaignin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other good political videos I should watch? I love this kind of humor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5876345963017016538?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5876345963017016538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5876345963017016538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5876345963017016538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5876345963017016538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny.html' title='Funny!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3005809311348872263</id><published>2008-09-18T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:04:07.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Quote-2</title><content type='html'>"When I was a young leader, independent and too busy to pray,&lt;div&gt;I blew stuff up and wounded every third person I led. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that I am mature and have left my childish ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do that somewhat less!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now these three remain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the faith to follow God boldly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the hope to press on even when my heart is breaking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the love to enrich the hearts of all those I lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the greatest of these is love--the the love that only comes from a quiet, close, daily walk  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with Christ. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3005809311348872263?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3005809311348872263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3005809311348872263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3005809311348872263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3005809311348872263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-was-young-leader-independent-and.html' title='Leadership Quote-2'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4542334652923591786</id><published>2008-09-16T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:05:03.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leader Quotes-1</title><content type='html'>"Jesus didn't seek to minimize the challenge he gave his followers. Remember his words in Matthew 10:16? "I am sending you out like sheep among wolves." What is Jesus saying? "This is the real deal. The stakes are high. The possibility of failure is real. And I'm not going to protect you from all risk. You've got to step out. You've got to lead." And they did!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you stepping out and leading? Or are you waiting for someone to save you from the risks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4542334652923591786?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4542334652923591786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4542334652923591786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4542334652923591786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4542334652923591786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/09/leader-quotes-1.html' title='Leader Quotes-1'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-367855947350583069</id><published>2008-09-14T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:18:34.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVq8iz5guPs"&gt;Freedom&lt;/a&gt; by Run Kid Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;All my chains I can't disengage &lt;br /&gt;And I don't believe that I want to &lt;br /&gt;One hand sings your praise &lt;br /&gt;The other brings me shame &lt;br /&gt;I have selfishness to blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm singing for freedom &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the only one &lt;br /&gt;Praying to the one &lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me this freedom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;I'm ready for change &lt;br /&gt;Broke down I lay I keep holding my chains &lt;br /&gt;No long bound but here I stay &lt;br /&gt;I scream Father please I need rescuing &lt;br /&gt;I need You and You alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;And I'm singing for freedom &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the only one &lt;br /&gt;Praying to the one &lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me this freedom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;I'm ready for (change) &lt;br /&gt;Still You patiently await &lt;br /&gt;Yet I won't just let go &lt;br /&gt;I see You and You alone &lt;br /&gt;Saying freedom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;And so I'm singing for freedom &lt;br /&gt;The time has come separation lost the war to love &lt;br /&gt;Take my hand gace has found you where You once began &lt;br /&gt;You're Alive! You're Alive! in the waking of new life &lt;br /&gt;Take my hand in the end there's only love &lt;br /&gt;There's only love &lt;br /&gt;There's only singing for freeom &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not only one &lt;br /&gt;Praying to the One &lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me this freedom &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for I'm ready for... &lt;br /&gt;Father please I need rescuing &lt;br /&gt;I need You and You alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing for freedom, God we need you and you alone. Let it sink deep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;Comments? Thoughts? Great song, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-367855947350583069?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/367855947350583069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=367855947350583069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/367855947350583069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/367855947350583069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-896369153202236268</id><published>2008-09-12T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:16:13.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punish vs. Discipline</title><content type='html'>I'm back. It's been a busy week. Ok, so here's what I think the difference is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word punish is derived from the word "punire" in Latin which means to attack or strike. However discipline is derived from the same word as disciple. So my conclusion? When you discipline someone, you are trying to train them or helping them learn a lesson and follow in the right path. Punishment typically done out of anger as Jabberfrog pointed out. Punishing isn't done out of love but is usually meant to suffer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tune in next week to reflect on some quotes from Courageous Leadership. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-896369153202236268?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/896369153202236268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=896369153202236268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/896369153202236268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/896369153202236268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/09/punish-vs-discipline_12.html' title='Punish vs. Discipline'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3490570525771261682</id><published>2008-09-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:37:49.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punish vs. Discipline</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about what the difference is between punishing someone or disciplining them? Do you have any thoughts as to if there is even a difference (other than one sounding more harsh than the other...)?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my thoughts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Tune in later this week to see my explanation and killer Latin skills).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3490570525771261682?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3490570525771261682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3490570525771261682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3490570525771261682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3490570525771261682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/09/punish-vs-discipline.html' title='Punish vs. Discipline'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7480470585814186931</id><published>2008-09-02T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:10:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy....Discontent?</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited so many of you are reading my blog!! If it ever goes over your head, I'm so sorry. I'm a deep thinker. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One question today---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"What is it in the world that just makes you angry? What injustice just sets you off every time you see it on television? Hunger? War? Dictators? Oppressed Women? Religion? What is it that sets off a "holy discontent" in your spirit? What causes you to have sleepless nights?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you my answer once you respond. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7480470585814186931?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7480470585814186931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7480470585814186931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7480470585814186931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7480470585814186931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/09/holydiscontent.html' title='Holy....Discontent?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4314069354715988513</id><published>2008-08-28T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:44:49.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello?</title><content type='html'>Does anyone still read my blog?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one is commenting...if you're out there leave me a comment so I know you're there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4314069354715988513?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4314069354715988513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4314069354715988513&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4314069354715988513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4314069354715988513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello.html' title='hello?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6504949721744954143</id><published>2008-08-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:44:54.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this would have happened."-Frodo&lt;div&gt;"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decided is what you'll do with the time that is given to you."-Gandalf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you doing with your time-whether you want this time or not? Are you continuously aiming for the 'goal'? Or are you wishing away the time God has given you to do His works? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Lord of the Rings, a great movie. If you've managed to never see it, watch all three.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6504949721744954143?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6504949721744954143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6504949721744954143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6504949721744954143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6504949721744954143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-ring-had-never-come-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5071872591964951639</id><published>2008-08-19T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:25:51.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell it ALL!!</title><content type='html'>"Sell all that you have..." (Luke 18:22-read the story &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/Luke.18.18"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). IN other words, rid yourself before God of everything that might be considered a possession until you are a mere conscious human being standing before HIm, and then give God that. That is where the battle is truly fought--in the realm of your willbefore God. Are you more devoted to your idea of what Jesus wants than to Jesus Himself? If so, you are likely to hear one of His harsh ad unyielding statements that will produce sorrow in you. What Jesus says is difficult--it is only easy when it is heard  by those who have His nature in them. Beware of allowing anything to soften the harsh words of Jesus Christ.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is another devo from My Utmost for His Highest. Sell all that you have. You'd think it be easy. Are you holding on to anything other than Jesus Himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5071872591964951639?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5071872591964951639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5071872591964951639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5071872591964951639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5071872591964951639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sell-it-all.html' title='Sell it ALL!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5810708162690866544</id><published>2008-08-15T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:05:57.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v276/251/50/1440990107/n1440990107_30443073_5374.jpg" id="myphoto" onclick="return imageClick(event, this, 'tags_30443073');" onload="" onmousemove="findTag &amp;amp;&amp;amp; findTag(event);" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: white; cursor: pointer; background-position: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my best friends. I've talked about them a lot, but I just wanted you to know this is our last official weekend before we become college students. Can you believe it? I just thought I'd share a little bit about them in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris--he's been my best friend this past year, and he's grown so much. He's taking classes at OCCC this fall (I'm so proud of him, I can't even begin to tell you). He's been very patient with me and always has my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah--we've been friends for as long as I can remember, and she's grown up a lot this year. She's made decisions in her life I would never have the guts to do and has reaped so many benefits. I'm really proud of her too! She'll still be in high school, but that doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elie--she's gone to Cali until Christmas break. She has one incredible story and it's so different from mine. She and I really balance each other out! I can't wait to hear what God is gonna do with you in Cali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor--we've walked in and out of each other's lives over the past year, but we always manage to become great friends again. He's my logic buddy. We can sit and talk about stuff forever and never reach an end as we over-analyze everything on the planet. :) He'll be with me at UCO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline--another person who has stood by me in everything. We'll be at UCO too! She's so creative, more than I'll ever be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lori--I'm so proud of you for going to OBU. Leaving home is such a big deal, but it's worth it. God will give you so many experiences to grow you, you'll be thankful you left. Don't worry on missing out on things, I don't think much will happen in any of our lives. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll close with a poem a friend of mine wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Beautiful beginnings start with an end, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a faded dream or loss of a friend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's going to do great things with us~just look at our lives already~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go...the next chapter is here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5810708162690866544?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5810708162690866544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5810708162690866544&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5810708162690866544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5810708162690866544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-days.html' title='Final Days'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1552169317680425984</id><published>2008-08-14T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:04:47.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Never become attached to anything that continues to hurt God. For you to be free of it, God must be allowed to hurt whatever it may be."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from an incredible devotional, which&lt;a href="http://www.manymeadows.blogspot.com/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; person gave me, titled My Utmost for His Highest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you attached to anything that hurts God? Will you let go, or will God have to hurt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my life, God usually has to hurt it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1552169317680425984?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1552169317680425984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1552169317680425984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1552169317680425984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1552169317680425984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-become-attached-to-anything-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7418760078953029907</id><published>2008-08-14T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:25:55.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Here's a great &lt;a href="http://swerve.lifechurch.tv/2008/08/14/who-i’ll-never-be/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on Swerve today. Really made me think. Who has God created me to be? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7418760078953029907?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7418760078953029907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7418760078953029907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7418760078953029907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7418760078953029907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5495696275909689279</id><published>2008-08-11T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:28:22.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aubs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SKINjxP5ICI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GUrw6MNo470/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SKINjxP5ICI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GUrw6MNo470/s200/Copy+of+DSCF0308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233760625124515874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my girls has a birthday today!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey (striped shirt) has a special birthday today and I'm so excited! We're going to Chili's tonight to celebrate! She was one of the girls I nannied last summer and I just love the girl. She's incredible and this summer she just started an email she sends out weekly to all her friends! It's so fun to read and she amazes me everyday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Aubs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5495696275909689279?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5495696275909689279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5495696275909689279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5495696275909689279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5495696275909689279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-aubs.html' title='Happy Birthday Aubs!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SKINjxP5ICI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GUrw6MNo470/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCF0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6317901538142768888</id><published>2008-08-11T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:55:36.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Caved</title><content type='html'>So my computer finally died, and I gave into the bandwagon and I now am a proud owner of a.......&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MAC BOOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SKDfYKMVPII/AAAAAAAAAIU/wlntH9hmg0c/s200/DSCF1710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233428373150448770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it pretty?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you entered the Apple world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6317901538142768888?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6317901538142768888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6317901538142768888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6317901538142768888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6317901538142768888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-caved.html' title='I Caved'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SKDfYKMVPII/AAAAAAAAAIU/wlntH9hmg0c/s72-c/DSCF1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5124193749240644427</id><published>2008-08-09T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:24:39.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Song. They're just so good right now.</title><content type='html'>Sticking with You by Addison Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Come on, it's me you're talking to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;There's something going on inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Don't have to say it, but I wish you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Cause it would be much easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; You always hide behind yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; You walk a lonely road with no one's help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I hate to break the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; You're headed for a fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And if I have to jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Then I'll jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And I won't look down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; You can cry, you can fight, we can scream and shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I'll push and pull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Until your walls come down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; And you understand I'm gonna be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm sticking with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; (I'm stinking with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Even if you try and shut me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I'm staying here cause that's what love's about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I might let you down, but I won't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; So lean into me, I want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Everything about the fear you hold inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Cause you and I are better than just one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If that's what it means to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If that's what it means to have your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If that's what it takes to show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Then I'm in, I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a shortened version of the song (I deleted all the choruses). I just want you to know, I will do my best to stick with you. I was challenged to "love them anyway" and I'm going to. No more playing around. I'm sticking by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyxcmIabTgM"&gt;listen&lt;/a&gt; to this song. It'll make you wanna jump :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5124193749240644427?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5124193749240644427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5124193749240644427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5124193749240644427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5124193749240644427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-song-theyre-just-so-good-right.html' title='Another Song. They&apos;re just so good right now.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1646427473487071989</id><published>2008-08-08T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:21:15.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courageous Leadership</title><content type='html'>Here's a quote from Bill Hybels, the pastor as Willow Creek Church in Chicago from his book Courageous Leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because the Church, the Bride of Christ, upon which the eternal destiny of the world depends, will flourish or falter largely on the basis of how we lead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a responsibility. It all depends on how we lead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1646427473487071989?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1646427473487071989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1646427473487071989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1646427473487071989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1646427473487071989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/courageous-leadership.html' title='Courageous Leadership'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-2632632646889147381</id><published>2008-08-07T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:56:40.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions</title><content type='html'>Integrity. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authenticity. How do you show it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership. Can it be learned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-2632632646889147381?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2632632646889147381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=2632632646889147381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2632632646889147381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2632632646889147381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/definitions.html' title='Definitions'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4608782466922589726</id><published>2008-08-05T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:19:42.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Here's a song that hit me really hard today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's time for healing time to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's time to fix what's been broken too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time make right what has been wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's time to find my way to where I belong&lt;br /&gt;There's a wave that's crashing over me&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Whatever You're doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos but somehow there's peace&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to surrender to what I can't see&lt;br /&gt;but I'm giving in to something Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a milestone&lt;br /&gt;Time to begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Reevaluate who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing everything to follow Your will&lt;br /&gt;Or just climbing aimlessly over these hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So show me what it is You want from me&lt;br /&gt;I give everything I surrender...&lt;br /&gt;To...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to face up&lt;br /&gt;Clean this old house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Time to breathe in and let everything out&lt;br /&gt;That I've wanted to say for so many years&lt;br /&gt;Time to release all my held back tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You're doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos but I believe&lt;br /&gt;You're up to something bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life something Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;hatever You're doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos but now I can see&lt;br /&gt;This something bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life something Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Something Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to face up&lt;br /&gt;Clean this old house&lt;br /&gt;Time breathe in and let everything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd appreciate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4608782466922589726?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4608782466922589726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4608782466922589726&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4608782466922589726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4608782466922589726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-sense.html' title='Song Sense'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5856949975304109834</id><published>2008-08-04T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:29:16.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Memory 2</title><content type='html'>I'm back! So my next memory is also at Switch camp. I had to opportunity to answer a complex question one of my girls had about God--"How do you hear God?" It came up every night in our small group time, and I finally found a way to answer it on the last night. I told her to look around her. God doesn't always talk in an audible voice, but he speaks through the things around us. Sometime God speaks through others, and sometimes he even speaks through His word. You have to really train yourself to hear Him. After this talk, she told me she had been stuck on this for years and it was the one thing keeping her from committing her life to Christ (which was something she had done earlier that night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you have answered? Have you ever heard God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5856949975304109834?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5856949975304109834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5856949975304109834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5856949975304109834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5856949975304109834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp-memory-2.html' title='Camp Memory 2'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4244849493434829130</id><published>2008-07-27T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:40:35.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Memory 1</title><content type='html'>First I have to say my team at Switch camp ROCKED!!! We came in first place and the leaders I was with were AMAZING!! The first best memory is the night my girls finally connected with God. I never knew God would use me to minister to girls that had problems I'll prob never have to deal with. Out of no where, God spoke through me. I don't have any idea what I said, but I do know it was exactly what they needed to hear. Girls whose parents are going through an almost divorce time; girls who never get to see their dad; girls who struggle with image issues. They were amazed at how much God really loves them and how often He shows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced this? Has someone ever spoken directly to you without actually speaking to you? Has God ever spoke through you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4244849493434829130?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4244849493434829130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4244849493434829130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4244849493434829130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4244849493434829130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-memory-1.html' title='Camp Memory 1'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3137269760908864931</id><published>2008-07-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:11:38.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder this...</title><content type='html'>Here's a quote to think about before I get to camp memories on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A leader is only as good as the people he can influence and the following he can make."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3137269760908864931?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3137269760908864931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3137269760908864931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3137269760908864931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3137269760908864931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/07/ponder-this.html' title='Ponder this...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1787382661573730095</id><published>2008-07-24T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:42:26.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...after 10 days</title><content type='html'>I finally made it back home from Camp WOW. It was a great 10 days and after getting some rest, I'd go back in a heart beat. My Switch group was so incredible. I was really worried my girls wouldn't search their heart, but after much prayer, God broke them. And it was amazing to watch my girls that I love so dearly just let God break their hearts and speak through me. I hadn't experienced most of what they are going through, but God enabled me to minister to them. I got to answer so many questions about their faith--that is what I was created to do. LifeKIDS camp was amazing as usual. God has blessed them with an incredible team of people. And going as a leader is SOOOOO much better than a student. :) staying up talking to leaders all night...amazing! God's at work in so many people, it just blows my mind to think what He's doing!! Thanks for all your prayers. I'm trying to rest up (and I'm looking forward to a nice shower). I'll share some of my favorite moments in the next few posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1787382661573730095?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1787382661573730095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1787382661573730095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1787382661573730095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1787382661573730095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/07/homeafter-10-days.html' title='Home...after 10 days'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7442399641522020715</id><published>2008-07-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:48:47.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to CAMP!!</title><content type='html'>So for the next week I will be at Camp WOW for Summer Switch and Rated Arrgh!! I'm so excited to be a leader. Pray that God works wonders and the kids hearts will be open. I thought I'd leave you some of my favorite posts to read while I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-grip-of-grace-3.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Grip of Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/curse-behind-gifts.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curse Behind the Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/01/children-of.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children of...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/01/faithfulness-3.html"&gt;Faithfulness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go! Leave me comments on this post to read when I get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7442399641522020715?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7442399641522020715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7442399641522020715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7442399641522020715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7442399641522020715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/07/off-to-camp.html' title='Off to CAMP!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5142234178214128440</id><published>2008-07-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:01:04.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah</title><content type='html'>I've started reading Isaiah in my quiet time recently. I haven't read the prophet books yet, so I thought this would be a good time to dive into them. So I'm gonna share some verses that stuck out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/Isa.4.6"&gt;Isaiah 4:2, 4-6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 In that day the Branch of the Lord will be beautiful and glorious, and the fruit of the land will be the pride and glory of the survivors in Israel. 4 The Lord will wash away the filth of the women of Zion; he will cleanse the bloodstains from Jerusalem by a spirit of judgment and a spirit of fire. 5 Then the Lord will create over all of Mount Zion and over those who assemble there a cloud of smoke by day and a glow of flaming fire by night; over all the glory will be a canopy. 6 It will be a shelter and shade from the heat of the day, and a refuge and hiding place from the storm and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk through fire and judgement so we can be purified and become beautiful like Christ. In teh end He will protect us from everything that comes against us in the world. We will not be harmed by the storms in our lives. We will not melt under the heat of wrong or foolish decisions. Christ loves us, and He loves us enough to let us stay in our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?? I don't even know if this makes sense, but it just stood out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to my mom, I got to blog!! She let me borrow her computer, but my dad said he could fix mine!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5142234178214128440?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5142234178214128440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5142234178214128440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5142234178214128440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5142234178214128440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/07/isaiah.html' title='Isaiah'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7213139693415420907</id><published>2008-07-12T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:46:32.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Computer</title><content type='html'>My computer has been out-of-comission for about 4 days now...but as soon as we get it fixed or I get a new one, blogging will prob be on hold. :( pray it will come back soon! I'm leaving for camp on Wednesday and I'll be back the following Thursday...look for some new stuff then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7213139693415420907?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7213139693415420907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7213139693415420907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7213139693415420907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7213139693415420907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/07/poor-computer.html' title='Poor Computer'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5250797768858556690</id><published>2008-07-05T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:54:24.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from the Weekend</title><content type='html'>"How gracious (the LORD) will be when you cry for help! As soon as he hears, he will answer you. Although the LORD gives you the bread of adversity and the water of afflictions your teachers will be hidden no morel with your own eyes you will see them.  Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it."  Isaiah 31:19-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSEVERANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kind, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." James 1:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER IT TAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKENNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance." Psalms 32:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESSINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine."  Ephesians 3:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5250797768858556690?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5250797768858556690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5250797768858556690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5250797768858556690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5250797768858556690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-from-weekend.html' title='Thoughts from the Weekend'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-9071693376804086351</id><published>2008-07-02T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:40:18.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman??</title><content type='html'>Here's a &lt;a href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/2008/07/325-superhero-guide-to-famous-pastors.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on Stuff Christians Like that was pretty funny! Craig even made the list. We heard from a few of these guys throughout One Prayer. Go check it out. It'll have you laughing for sure!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-9071693376804086351?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/9071693376804086351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=9071693376804086351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/9071693376804086351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/9071693376804086351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/07/spiderman.html' title='Spiderman??'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7213685827375060</id><published>2008-06-27T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:03:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remain&lt;/span&gt; by Starfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defender of this heart&lt;br /&gt;You loved me from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; You never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; Through the highs and lows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; As seasons come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; You never fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Your love will remain&lt;br /&gt;Faithful and true&lt;br /&gt;You are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You are God with us&lt;br /&gt;You're victorious&lt;br /&gt;You are strong and mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;For Your word stands true&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You&lt;br /&gt;And when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come my way&lt;br /&gt;You guide and You sustain&lt;br /&gt;Lead me, I pray&lt;br /&gt;Forever You will be&lt;br /&gt;The great eternal King&lt;br /&gt;Now and always&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Your love will remain&lt;br /&gt;Faithful and true&lt;br /&gt;You are good, you are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;When all else fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; You remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; You remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' day after day&lt;br /&gt;You never change&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;You are the same&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; You remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VwCcRip1hE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; Stephen sang a couple weeks ago at OKC. God never leaves our side. When all else fades He remains. His love is consistent and unending. His word stands true for everything in our life. Go listen to the song. You'll stop everything just to lift your hands  in worship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7213685827375060?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7213685827375060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7213685827375060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7213685827375060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7213685827375060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/remain-by-starfield-defender-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-4321166601465984150</id><published>2008-06-23T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:42:49.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash</title><content type='html'>This was a crazy weekend for sure! But so much fun! I didn't make it to Get Smart, but I did set off some fireworks and hung out with my Europe buds! The micro mission was so much fun and I think we might have even made it on TV!! I ended up picking up trash and pulling weeds for most of the day. Here's a "spiritual revelation" I came up with as Mer and I picked up some trash....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First I chose to be on the weed pulling team. With my dad's garden and flowers, I had some experience with this. But like usual, God likes to mess with my plans a little bit. So I switched to the trash team! It didn't look like there was any trash, so I figured we'd be done fairly quickly. Mer and I headed to the back of the school to pick up the trash. The closer we looked, the more trash we saw. We ended up filling almost half a bag of trash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how sometimes things (or people) can seem so perfect on the outside, but the closer you get, the more dirt and "trash" you see in and around their lives. Sometimes, I think, it really makes us (at least me) run from imperfection if we're expecting that person or situation to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have any challenges or anything, just wanted to throw that out there. Hope you understood it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-4321166601465984150?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4321166601465984150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=4321166601465984150&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4321166601465984150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/4321166601465984150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/trash.html' title='Trash'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-8928458911764966858</id><published>2008-06-19T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:19:04.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Blogroll and Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>I decided to finally update my blogroll. So here are some new blogs I read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff White People Like--I know it sounds odd...but it's hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Frary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff Christians Like--just as HILARIOUS as Stuff White People Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Waszak--a new found friend with a crazy story! and incredible insight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansour Journey--Katie and Alexander's journey to the Holy Land and beyond (you'll learn a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina McLain--someone who took a chance on me (she's got some interesting question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica Buchanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Lange--just started his blog (i'm sure he'll bring up some great insight...already does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec Warn--just started his blog too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check some of them out. They're good! This is quite a busy weekend--tomorrow is worship night at Victory before the OnePrayer Missions on Saturday. After that, I'm going to hang out with the Evans family to watch CAMP ROCK!!! Saturday is the Micro Mission and church Saturday night. Sunday is a day full of church then I have a camp meeting at 1. After, I think I might hit up the movies for Get Smart. Then Sunday night we're having a ONE YEAR EUROTRAIN REUNION!! I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any cool plans? Will you take part in a One Prayer Micro Mission Saturday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-8928458911764966858?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8928458911764966858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=8928458911764966858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8928458911764966858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8928458911764966858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/updated-blogroll-and-weekend-plans.html' title='Updated Blogroll and Weekend Plans'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7045783066949656633</id><published>2008-06-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:45:25.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse Behind the Gifts</title><content type='html'>Recently I've struggled a lot with being judgmental and condemning towards people, not intentionally, but that's just how my words and attitudes have appeared. And despite all the warnings from my mentor and the signs my friends have given the past few months, I continued to deliver my words in this manner...so it got me thinking. My parents told me one time about a sermon they had heard about the downside to spiritual gifts. I was looking through our cabinets for a spiritual gift test and i ran across one that had the benefits and pitfalls of gifts. Here are my pitfalls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Discernment--temptation to always be right; easy to trust in personal judgment and not consult God&lt;br /&gt;2) Teaching--tell what people want to hear, not what's truth; legalistic or overly dogmatic&lt;br /&gt;3) Knowledge--ability to "puff up"; prideful; overbearing; insensitive to other people's opinions&lt;br /&gt;4) Prophecy--easy to be pharisaical; negative; judgmental&lt;br /&gt;5) Wisdom--temptation to just use human wisdom; stop listening; prideful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that just clears a whole lot up-not that I'm making up excuses, but at least the last few months make a little more sense. I am believing God is more powerful than any of my "pitfalls." And someday I will manage these gifts with perfection, but for now, I'm truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your gifts? Have you ever experienced their pitfalls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7045783066949656633?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7045783066949656633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7045783066949656633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7045783066949656633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7045783066949656633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/curse-behind-gifts.html' title='The Curse Behind the Gifts'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6863979214078023323</id><published>2008-06-10T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:01:52.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for the Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>I'm currently (almost finished) reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Break all the Rules &lt;/span&gt;as an assignment from Allyson, and I stumbled across this quote, and who knew it would be so perfect for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I deliberately look for something to like about each of my people. In one, I might like his sense of humor. In another, I might like the way he talks about hsi kids. In another, I'll enjoy her patience, or the way she handles pressure. Of course, there's a bunch of stuff about each of them that can get on my nerves. If I'm not deliberate about looking for what I like, the bad stuff might start coming to mind first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking for good in everyone, even if you aren't on good terms? If not, try for a day to see how your life is different when you look for a little bit of good in everyone. You'd be surprised at what you find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6863979214078023323?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6863979214078023323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6863979214078023323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6863979214078023323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6863979214078023323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-for-good-stuff.html' title='Looking for the Good Stuff'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3544250402752869841</id><published>2008-06-08T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:37:59.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what I needed</title><content type='html'>So I went to Edmond tonight to attend the experience (if you missed church, def make time to see it!) and as I was leaving, a staff member stopped me and thanked me for coming. At first, I thought well sure, this is still my home church, but as he continued to speak, he made me tear up. He told me that just seeing me there made him want to worship God more. He was tired from the other experiences and he said just seeing me engage in worship affirmed that he could do the one last experience. (I was in need of some genuine encouragement today).&lt;br /&gt;Friday I hung out with &lt;a href="http://princessjes.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; for about 6 hours...again, just what I needed. I love my friends dearly and thank God for them daily, but I was at the point where just being around them was pulling me down. Right after my mentor suggested I spend some time with some other people my age, Jessica called me (how crazy is that!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my God takes care of me. He shows me daily how much He loves me. What more can I do, but love Him back! With that, I close my weekend with a smile (which was very much needed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did He show you how He loves you this weekend? How does He do it daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love HIM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3544250402752869841?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3544250402752869841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3544250402752869841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3544250402752869841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3544250402752869841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-what-i-needed.html' title='Just what I needed'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6958884461214458445</id><published>2008-06-03T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:07:51.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You might have grown up in tornado alley if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first thing you do if you hear tornado sirens during the day is check your watch to see if it's noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get worried unless the sky looks "green".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might go indoors when there's a tornado, but you won't "seek shelter" for anything less than an F3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Doppler radar, Hook echo, wall cloud, and rain-wrapped all mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never exactly memorized the tornado precautions, but you've heard them enough times that you know them by heart anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the weather is entertaining. And red on the Doppler radar is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "Tornado on the ground, take your immediate tornado precautions" sends exciting shivers up your spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen photos/videos of tornados and said, "Wow, that's a nice one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel/smell tornado weather brewing a few hours before the storm actually begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an odd feeling as though you've misplaced something if you make it all the way to June without a tornado warning near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think people that live in earthquake and/or hurricane prone areas are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what people are talking about when they mention the "May 3rd/Moore" tornado and the "Greensburg/May4th" tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch the movie "Twister" just so you can point out all the inaccuracies in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your weathermen by their first names. i.e. Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the tornado sirens go off, you go outside to watch the storm and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the tornado video footage comes from everyday people with camcorders instead of from actual news/weathermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sure there's a giant tornado magnet hidden somewhere in Moore. And that there are smaller ones distributed throughout trailer parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the four seasons are actually: summer, late summer, winter (if you're lucky), and tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't consider it windy until the windspeed is faster than 30mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly entertained by people from outside tornado alley when there is a tornado watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learned that some other states don't have tornado drills from this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's enough random stuff in your tornado shelter that you could live there for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand under your carport or open your front door to watch hail and/or thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the difference between a basement, a cellar, and a storm shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is a completely acceptable subject for conversation, at any time, for any occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your local mall has "tornado shelter" signs posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother you the next day to find out that your area was under a tornado watch the night before and you had no idea. Unless, of course, it caused you to miss some interesting cloud formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to "play" in the basement/cellar/storm shelter numbers among your favorite childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep matches, candles, and candleholders in more than one place in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your town will never get hit by a tornado because you're between two rivers or because an old Indian legend says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about severe weather reports that interrupt the TV show you're watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get together all your most important possessions in 2 minutes flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tornado sirens woke you up in the middle of the night...you rolled over and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever tried to reassure someone by saying that "if anything forms it will only be a little tornado"...and couldn't understand why this didn't calm them down any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal for your area to be under a tornado watch for multiple days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking at houses/buildings you give them a "tornado survival ranking". i.e., how big of a tornado it would take to destroy it. Also, if you are in a new building or house, you evaluate in your mind the best place to take shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever asked (probably w/ disdain) "Don't they know the difference between a warning and a watch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what towns/cities a tornado normally passes through before coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From watching radar maps, you've heard of almost every small town in your state. And you know what towns are around them, but you have no idea where in the state they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laughed at everything in this list, but you also respect a tornado's power. And you know that after it's over, clean-up and re-building has to begin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Well, looks like I grew up in tornado alley :) did you? would you add anything to the list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6958884461214458445?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6958884461214458445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6958884461214458445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6958884461214458445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6958884461214458445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-might-have-grown-up-in-tornado.html' title='You might have grown up in tornado alley if...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-8757473999178775913</id><published>2008-06-02T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:14:09.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Weekend</title><content type='html'>My week was so crazy last week, so I wasn't able to blog. I was gone almost every night with something. And the weekend didn't slow it down: Fri-&lt;a href="http://www.lifechurch.tv/player-only/file/lifekids_2008_themesong"&gt;Toon Town&lt;/a&gt; training, Sat-&lt;a href="http://everlastinglove4him.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy's&lt;/a&gt; 17th birthday party and &lt;a href="http://nickd818.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nick's&lt;/a&gt; wedding! then &lt;a href="http://carolinestruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline's &lt;/a&gt;Graduation party, Sun-&lt;a href="http://www.lifechurch.tv"&gt;church and LIFESTOCK!!&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say, I was exhausted this morning. Last week I finished one of my books of "summer reading" and it reminded me of &lt;a href="http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/01/children-of.html"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt; I blogged about earlier this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I once took a little dog through a course in obedience school. One of the lessons he had to learn was to respond to my voice only. There were forty-nine other dogs and their masters in the circle, adn commands were given by more than one person at a time. Each dog had to distinguish, out of all hte noise, the one voice that called to him. so do we who are trainees in God's obedience school. We learn to love the sound of His voice, and our obedience to Him, in matters large and small, changes us into His image, "from glory to glory" &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/2Cor.3.18"&gt;(2Cor 3:18)&lt;/a&gt;. That is a promise."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Still My Soul, &lt;/span&gt;by Elisabeth Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to His voice among the other sounds calling out to you? Are you being obedient?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-8757473999178775913?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8757473999178775913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=8757473999178775913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8757473999178775913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/8757473999178775913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/06/full-weekend.html' title='Full Weekend'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6725856652003371092</id><published>2008-05-26T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:20:27.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UnEqual</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Do not be &lt;b&gt;unequally&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;yoked&lt;/b&gt; together with unbelievers. For what fellowship has righteousness with lawlessness? And what communion has light with darkness?" &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/2Cor.6.14"&gt;2 Cor. 6:14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does "unequally yoked" mean to you? Some believe it just means you can't marry someone who isn't a believer, however I would never call someone a "best friend" if they aren't progressing in their faith. I believe we are called to reach out into the world, but should we rely so closely on someone who doesn't believe Christ is their Savior. Or should you even engage in a dating relationship where the boy isn't leading, or isn't stronger. Just some thoughts for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this verse mean to you? How strict are you on engaging in intimate (meaning anything past a friend) relationships with non-believers? Go read the whole chapter and see if it sheds anymore light with you. Please, tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6725856652003371092?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6725856652003371092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6725856652003371092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6725856652003371092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6725856652003371092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/unequal.html' title='UnEqual'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-2103581140561444180</id><published>2008-05-22T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:14:07.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>I asked my friends to describe me in just one word. What was the first word that came to mind when you thought of me? Most said more than one, but here's the gist of what I got...&lt;br /&gt;1) Leader&lt;br /&gt;2) Judgemental&lt;br /&gt;3) Confident (but not arrogant)&lt;br /&gt;4) Honest (but not rude)&lt;br /&gt;5) Good Advice Giver&lt;br /&gt;6) Good Friend&lt;br /&gt;7) Needy&lt;br /&gt;8) Dramatic&lt;br /&gt;9) Demanding&lt;br /&gt;10) Inquisitive&lt;br /&gt;11) Reserved&lt;br /&gt;12) Observant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each word reach my ears, I just stopped. Some I was really excited to hear, others I was kinda blown away from what they said. Now I know that what people think of me doesn't matter, but it put a lot into perspective. Obviously, I have some things I need to work on, and it was obvious which friendships were healthy and which weren't. I think sometimes we need to stop and evaluate how we're doing. Some of these things would have NEVER come to my mind (aka "dramatic" and "needy") so it's a good thing to get a perspective from those who were close to you. Just a random thought from today. Feel free to leave any comment you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So it's official, all of my friends have graduated high school...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-2103581140561444180?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2103581140561444180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=2103581140561444180&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2103581140561444180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/2103581140561444180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-5408344145938166646</id><published>2008-05-20T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:24:07.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrollement</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- #BeginEditable "content" --&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="ISTJ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today my daddy and I went to UCO for Enrollement. We went prepared, so it was pretty much waisted time. However, I got to take the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (for the 5th time). And here was my final results...(I hope they make you laugh, because they sure made me chuckle)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introversion (I)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                 I like getting my energy from dealing with the ideas, pictures,                  memories, and reactions that are inside my head, in my inner world.                  I often prefer doing things alone or with one or two people I                  feel comfortable with. I take time to reflect so that I have a                  clear idea of what I’ll be doing when I decide to act. Ideas are                  almost solid things for me. Sometimes I like the idea of something                  better than the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sensing (S) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying attention to physical reality, what I see, hear, touch,          taste, and smell. I’m concerned with what is actual, present,          current, and real. I notice facts and I remember details that          are important to me. I like to see the practical use of things          and learn best when I see how to use what I’m learning. Experience          speaks to me louder than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The following statements generally apply to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I remember events as snapshots of what actually happened.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I solve problems by working through facts until I understand           the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am pragmatic and look to the “bottom line.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I start with facts and then form a big picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I trust experience first and trust words and symbols less.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes I pay so much attention to facts, either present           or past, that I miss new possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinking (T) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;         When I make a decision, I like to find the basic truth or principle          to be applied, regardless of the specific situation involved.          I like to analyze pros and cons, and then be consistent and logical          in deciding. I try to be impersonal, so I won’t let my personal          wishes--or other people’s wishes--influence me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The following statements generally apply to me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look for logical explanations or solutions to most everything.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I make decisions with my head and want to be fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe telling the truth is more important than being tactful.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I miss or don’t value the “people” part of a situation.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can be seen as too task-oriented, uncaring, or indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Judging (J) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;                 I use my decision-making (Judging) preference (whether it is Thinking                  or Feeling) in my outer life. To others, I seem to prefer a planned                  or orderly way of life, like to have things settled and organized,                  feel more comfortable when decisions are made, and like to bring                  life under control as much as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The following statements generally apply to me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I like to have things decided. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I like to make lists of things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I like to get my work done before playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I plan work to avoid rushing just before a deadline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I focus so much on the goal that I miss new information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And here is my personality in a whole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="ISTJ"&gt;ISTJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/b&gt;Quiet, serious, earn success by thoroughness and dependability.          Practical, matter-of-fact, realistic, and responsible. Decide          logically what should be done and work toward it steadily, regardless          of distractions. Take pleasure in making everything orderly and          organized – their work, their home, their life. Value traditions          and loyalty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-5408344145938166646?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5408344145938166646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=5408344145938166646&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5408344145938166646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/5408344145938166646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/enrollement.html' title='Enrollement'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-9207532303601450433</id><published>2008-05-17T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:43:44.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Well, today's the day. I've been waiting for 12 years for this day to come, and here it is. My high school career is almost over. I'm finding it hard to believe, but I'm ready for this day to come. I'm ready for a new adventure with new people. I'm ready to take the next step into God's plan for my life. And I'll leave you with this quote I heard at the midnight showing of Prince Caspian (a  must see!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I do not think I'm ready."-says Prince Caspian to Aslan&lt;br /&gt;    "For that reason I know you are."-Aslan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As today grew closer, I felt like I wasn't ready. So much of my time was wasted on things that didn't matter the next day. But as always, God thinks I'm ready, so I must be. Here's to the next part of the journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-9207532303601450433?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/9207532303601450433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=9207532303601450433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/9207532303601450433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/9207532303601450433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7639923055240659399</id><published>2008-05-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:56:56.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This poem was given to one of my friends during her quiet time and she asked me to share it with you all. So please pass it to your friends as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why must I see such evil things when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I open them to the world it makes me realize&lt;br /&gt;God made the world for good not for all the pain we see&lt;br /&gt;But man disobeyed God's wish and took the fruit upon the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I see such hurt and sorrow everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It makes it hard to realize but at least I know&lt;br /&gt;That God made the world for good not for all the pain we see&lt;br /&gt;God sent Love in the form of a man to die upon a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must evil rule the world we know and live in now&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say we'll make it through but I know we will somehow&lt;br /&gt;Cuz God made the world for good not for all the pain we see&lt;br /&gt;And the Spirit lives in you while the Man on throne with He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7639923055240659399?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7639923055240659399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7639923055240659399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7639923055240659399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7639923055240659399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-poem-was-given-to-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6909344780785199361</id><published>2008-05-09T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:06:58.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>So my parents are convinced this dream probably doesn't mean anything, and I just over-thought it, which is probably true, but let me tell you what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bombs--I was under attack, and a lot of it was with the stuff at church, but I wasn't ever hit because I was hiding out in Central LifeKIDS. For a while things would be ok and then out of nowhere something else would happen.&lt;br /&gt;2) Significance of the people:&lt;br /&gt;            Lori--our main interaction is at church, we're both incredibly busy&lt;br /&gt;           Hannah--our friendship fades in and out (busyness), but we always end up together&lt;br /&gt;            Chris--we go through a lot, but always end up ok in the end&lt;br /&gt;            Taylor--just in my life for short periods of time, but is always focused on what's ahead of         him&lt;br /&gt;           Family--at the time, I didn't involve my parents in much of my life, so they didn't know         what was happening (but that's changed, so don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;          The people in the field--I think they were all people I knew and that had a part in my life.&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't know about the field&lt;br /&gt;4) Warehouse--I'm hiding from something big that I'm supposed to be apart of, but won't join            without coercion and support&lt;br /&gt;5) Mountains--they are a place of peace for me&lt;br /&gt;6) Bombs--get ready, they're coming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether or not you think this dream had any meaning, you have to admit, it was strange. :) I don't know what I think, sometimes I think God speaks to me through dreams. You can believe as you will (and I'm the first to admit I over-think A LOT), but here it is. Take what you will :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6909344780785199361?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6909344780785199361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6909344780785199361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6909344780785199361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6909344780785199361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3239856523611266726</id><published>2008-05-05T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:08:08.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream</title><content type='html'>Here's a freaky dream I had. It happened about 7 weeks ago. The week after we got back from Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"I was at church, downstairs in the LifeKIDS Central Offices (if you have been there, I was between Kendra and Shawn's desks). I was with lots of people (around 7), but the only person I remember is Lori. Next thing I know, bombs (almost torpedo-like) come through the walls and we all hit the floor and covered our heads. After about 5 min, the bombs stopped and we all got up and none of us were hurt. We gathered ourselves up and go on doing what we were doing. About 15 minutes later, bombs (again torpedo-like) and the same thing happened, we all hit the ground hoping we didn't get blown up. Next thing I know, I had left the church and I'm with Chris and Hannah. We're walking South on Coltrane from 15th to 33rd. Next thing I know, Hannah is gone and I'm just walking with Chris. As we approach 33rd, everything around us turns into ice: the road, the green trees, the cars---EVERYTHING was ice. Then, Taylor is in his car and passes Chris and I in the intersection. You can barely see into his car, but you could see his face. I kept yelling at him to go check on his dad (remember bombs just went off) and he kept pointing behind him. As he went through the intersection, two kids on bikes followed him. He was just gonna make sure they got home safely. Chris and I walk through the intersection, but we had to pull on the iced trees to get up the hill, but we made it over the top together. Where there are houses on Coltrane after 33rd, there was just a field--a field that had never had  anything on it, but it was full of families. We (Chris is still with me) run through the field searching for my family. I found them sitting in their lawn chairs, chatting away as though nothing had happened (remember, bombs just went off at church). I ran to them making sure I was ok, but they didn't hear me. All they asked was what I was doing, and I told them I wasn't sure. Hannah and her family coming running over, and soon all of my parents' friends are with us. Chris, knowing Hannah and I had made it to our families, went on a search for his and he walked across the field to 33rd and Bryant. The rest is kinda fuzzy. I was in this big warehouse, but I was hiding in the rafters. A spotlight kept trying to find me, but it never did. Below me, there was dancing and singing, almost like they were putting on a production. A guy was in the rafters as well and he convinced me to join in the dancing. So now I'm dancing in this circle. Next thing you know, this same guy is pushing me out the front door telling me something bad is gonna happen and we have to hide. I think more bombs might have been going off. So he pushes us out the door and he makes a run for it, but I just stood on the outside of this warehouse. To my left are mountains of great size. The people I traveled to Chihuahua with are with me now and we are climbing these mountains. We get to a plateaued spot and we, along with some kids we picked up from somewhere, are sitting in a circle, holding hands. Just as we sat, bombers come in from behind the mountains and I'm yelling to this group, "WE SHOULD MOVE!!! MORE BOMBS ARE COMING!!!!!! WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN?!?!?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I woke up. I know it's long, but I wanted to give details. Craig said to write it down, so I did. Do you think there's any significance in the dream? What might your interpretation be. Look soon and I'll show you what my friends and I came up with. They thought it was such a bizarre dream, it had to have meaning....keep in mind, I have the gift of prophecy...I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3239856523611266726?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3239856523611266726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3239856523611266726&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3239856523611266726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3239856523611266726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream.html' title='A Dream'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6311830272514013858</id><published>2008-05-03T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:19:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned from Toy Story</title><content type='html'>I was babysitting last night for a new family and we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toy Story&lt;/span&gt; (1&amp;amp;2). And as I watched, I picked up a few lessons I learned from Woody and Buzz and the gang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jealousy is NEVER good.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sacrificing old friends for "new, cool" friends generally isn't a wise thing (sing with me "Make new friends, and keep the old..." I don't know the rest...) Like my parents say...don't burn bridges&lt;br /&gt;3. Embrace who you are to your Owner and don't let other "toys" convince you that you were worth more than your Owner knew.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sacrifice always comes with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know the story, I suggest you go rent them both. I'll do a quick summary of the situations of the lessons, but I don't want to make it too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-When Andy gets Buzz, Woody gets jealous. He was always the favorite, but now he lives under the bed instead of on it. His jealousy goes so far that he "pushes" Buzz out the bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-The other toys fall for Buzz's newness and immediately turn their back on Woody. They keep the two from getting home and almost get Buzz blown up by Sid, simply because they had traded in their trust of Woody for Buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-In the 2nd movie, Woody is stolen and is sold to a museum in Japan. He came from a TV series and his "co-stars" convinced him, Andy wouldn't love him forever and he should give up and sell himself. BUT in the end, Woody remembers Andy will always love him and returns with his new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Buzz risks his life to rescue Woody all because Woody once risked his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lessons have you had to learn. Just in the last few months, I've experience each of these at least once. What other movies have you learned from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6311830272514013858?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6311830272514013858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6311830272514013858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6311830272514013858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6311830272514013858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/lessons-learned-from-toy-story.html' title='Lessons Learned from Toy Story'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1979949801125520255</id><published>2008-05-01T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:31:06.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our hands are lifted high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Our hearts are bowing reverence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we're surrounded by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The glory of Your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With every creature every tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We're lifting our voice to the Glorious One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Glorious One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Glorious One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Light of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You outshine the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; King of all Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eternity sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Glorious One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God of infinite worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With hands that carve out the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You hold the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And still You run to the broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With every heart that's been redeemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We're lifting our song to the Glorious King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is none more beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is none more wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious One, by Steve Fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1979949801125520255?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1979949801125520255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1979949801125520255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1979949801125520255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1979949801125520255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/05/glorious-one.html' title='Glorious One'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3049964182014697652</id><published>2008-04-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:03:05.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we do without a leader???</title><content type='html'>Today I work, I only had 2 kids left by 4 and so we went to the duck pond. We spent about 45 min watching the mother duck and her ducklings and anxiously waiting to see the school of fish that lives in the pond. About 30 min into it, the mother jumped out of the pond and walked in the grass. The moment she jumped out, the 8 ducklings chirped constantly for their mom. They even tried to jump out with her. They followed her around as she walked on the outside, but they were completely lost with out their leader Even though she was out of the pond, every time she quacked, the ducklings knew just where she was. It reminded me of one of Jesus' parables:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="John.10.3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;The watchman opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="John.10.4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="John.10.5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 5 &lt;/strong&gt;But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognize a stranger’s voice.”&lt;br /&gt;John 10:3-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/John.10.1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and read the rest of the story. My question--can you recognize your Father's voice? Have you ever been lost and then you hear His voice? Any cool stories you have hearing Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="John.10.6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3049964182014697652?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3049964182014697652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3049964182014697652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3049964182014697652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3049964182014697652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-we-do-without-leader.html' title='What do we do without a leader???'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-3110209746086443664</id><published>2008-04-24T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:14:40.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still My Soul</title><content type='html'>I'm reading this book called Be Still My Soul, by Elisabeth Elliot, and I wanted to share a part about prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I realized that the Bible itself is full of written prayers, including the one Jesus taught His disciples when they asked for a model of prayer. "Our Father who art in heaven...&lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/niv/Matt.6.9"&gt;(Matthew 6:9-13)&lt;/a&gt; The older I get, the more I use that prayer and the more I realize that virtually everything that really matters is contained in that one prayer. I am not praying  to get an answer to every question or a solution to every problem, but rather to put my whole live and all the lives of those whom I love in the light of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has your prayer life changed as you've grown older? What are your favorites ways to pray? Do you have any prayers you pray every day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-3110209746086443664?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3110209746086443664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=3110209746086443664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3110209746086443664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/3110209746086443664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-still-my-soul.html' title='Be Still My Soul'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-7501081998151570668</id><published>2008-04-24T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:08:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>So I don't have anything really great to say, but I want to hear stories....so what are some of your favorite stories of me??? I'll post back what my favorite stories of you are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-7501081998151570668?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7501081998151570668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=7501081998151570668&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7501081998151570668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/7501081998151570668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/04/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-1989193457441455583</id><published>2008-04-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:09:26.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OKC---</title><content type='html'>This was my first weekend at OKC!! I'm exhausted (Sundays are so much longer...) but I had so much fun! I got to be in rooms that I haven't been in before and every time, God sent me someone I knew, or at least someone who was personable (you'd have thought we'd known each other for years...). It was different not knowing anyone and starting from scratch. I had no credentials. Left and right people asked and told me what to do, and I just bit my tongue and learned. Thanks for all your prayers. It's gonna be great, just pray I make new friends easily. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Side note...only 3 more weeks until graduation! I can't wait! I'm headed to Edmond now for Konnect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-1989193457441455583?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1989193457441455583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=1989193457441455583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1989193457441455583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/1989193457441455583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/04/okc.html' title='OKC---'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6083749751695663647</id><published>2008-04-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:51:11.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson 1....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get all your strength from God...He'll supply all you'll ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's something that amazed me about my experience in Chihuahua: 1) I didn't eat half as much as I usually (I can only remember being hungry once...on the way home--Domino's night)  2) I slept very little, I mean like 3-4 hours a night (not once did I feel worn out from exhaustion)  3) I did some major work out and managed to always make it up the mountain (in my own time...another lesson, so stay tuned).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The whole week I pulled so much strength from my Jesus. When I painted all day without rest, He guided my brush. When I spoke after having no sleep, He guided my words. When I ate enough food to be polite, but not enough to fill my tummy, He gave me the Bread of Life. When I felt I couldn't walk any longer DOWN the mountain, He sent me a friend to walk with. When I needed a day of silence, He spent the whole day at my side, just listening, but never speaking. When I doubted I could make it UP the mountain, He sent me a helping hand. When the journey seemed like forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; He sent me a guide. When the blister grew on my foot, He gave me a friend who let me borrow their socks. When I knew I couldn't walk anymore on my knee, He brought someone to carry me. When I was in pain, He sent a friend I could lean on. When I needed some encouragement, He sent me a beautiful sunset. When I felt lonely, He blessed me with a sunrise. When I needed some real food, He blessed me with potatoes and ketchup. When I needed affirmation I was doing a good job, He spoke through everyone around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mandy/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mandy/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SAVM8jYZOEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IH41JH31kCw/s1600-h/Jesus-n-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SAVM8jYZOEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IH41JH31kCw/s200/Jesus-n-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189638748787783746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Get all your strength from Him, He's all you'll ever need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6083749751695663647?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6083749751695663647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6083749751695663647&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6083749751695663647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6083749751695663647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/04/lesson-1.html' title='Lesson 1....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/SAVM8jYZOEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IH41JH31kCw/s72-c/Jesus-n-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922450738843443214.post-6188743194073540658</id><published>2008-04-14T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:14:18.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="txt_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Here’s a story that started on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;When a baby was born in the night&lt;br /&gt;And those who came far, who followed the star&lt;br /&gt;Were seeing a heavenly sight ...&lt;br /&gt;a heavenly sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the years hurried by, and the boy, now a man&lt;br /&gt;Could make the blind see with a touch of his hand&lt;br /&gt;He was born to be King -- he was Rabbi and Priest&lt;br /&gt;But the best that he had, he gave to the least ...&lt;br /&gt;He gave to the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born and he died, almost 2,000 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; He laughed and he cried, he felt all the fears we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does it matter? A story so strange ...&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is true, what does it change?&lt;br /&gt;What does it change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he spoke like a prophet -- like no one they’d heard&lt;br /&gt;This simple young carpenter -- crowds hung on every word&lt;br /&gt;He hated injustice -- He taught what is right&lt;br /&gt;He said “I’m the way, and the truth, and the light.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends soon believed that truly he was the one.&lt;br /&gt;The Savior, Messiah, God’s one and only son.&lt;br /&gt;But others, they doubted, they did not agree&lt;br /&gt;So they took him, they tried him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; He died on a tree ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; He died on a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; God has made a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; for all who mourn and grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Death will never be the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; if you just believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; There is nothing left to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; nothing Heaven knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; For he died for us to give us life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; and to give us hope He rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; He died for us to give us life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And to give us hope He rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is from &lt;a href="http://www.broadcaster.com/clip/15336"&gt;"An Easter Carol"&lt;/a&gt; produced by VeggieTales. We were watching it today at work and I had kinda tuned out the lyrics--after all I had already seen it so many times--but I just happened to tune in to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing left to fear, nothing Heaven knows.&lt;br /&gt;He died for us to give us life and to give us hope He rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As most of you know, I've really been battling some fears. For the first time in my life I can say I'm genuinely scared of change. But as I'm facing this huge change (graduating high school, friends going to college, going to a different campus...and the list goes on) I have to remember Jesus suffered the worst just for ME! No matter how many times I'm hurt, no matter how many times doors keep closing, no matter how many times people leave, I always have hope...my Jesus never leaves me, He never hurts me, and He will always open the RIGHT doors at the RIGHT time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Go check out the video by clicking on "An Easter Carol" at the top...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922450738843443214-6188743194073540658?l=thisismemandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6188743194073540658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4922450738843443214&amp;postID=6188743194073540658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6188743194073540658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922450738843443214/posts/default/6188743194073540658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismemandy.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-left.html' title='Nothing left...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10621945693316869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_04OSHnTfQdY/R3RUxZEBNxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R1hxWjcWxwI/S220/021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
