<?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-8138199309680807483</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:02:19.082-07:00</updated><category term='Covenant Fun'/><title type='text'>daily grace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-6197744674705013095</id><published>2010-02-22T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:29:10.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job.</title><content type='html'>I think I have figured out what career I would like to pursue...&lt;br /&gt;I have always had such a hard time trying to figure out what I would absolutely LOVE to do for a living... I know I want to help people...&lt;br /&gt;But to have something that I do for fun, to unwind, and utilize the skills God has given me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love Color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzfW1jkwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Jx-dBJpDhuQ/s1600-h/1post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzfW1jkwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Jx-dBJpDhuQ/s400/1post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441319757337039618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love Organizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzgUEYEII/AAAAAAAAAZE/LOxKclkfjtQ/s1600-h/2post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzgUEYEII/AAAAAAAAAZE/LOxKclkfjtQ/s400/2post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441319773773762690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love Big Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzhjA2BVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/djDjawWhB2I/s1600-h/3post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzhjA2BVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/djDjawWhB2I/s400/3post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441319794965349714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NziFhQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gO3hDg58J28/s1600-h/5post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NziFhQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gO3hDg58J28/s400/5post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441319804228135666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love... Love!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzjPDzo3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/RQ60JNu8Jwg/s1600-h/6post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzjPDzo3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/RQ60JNu8Jwg/s400/6post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441319823968805746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better than to be a wedding designer/stylist/coordinator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with brides to find the perfect color palette, dress, wedding venue, reception decor, and perfect shoes fit for a princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking at what I want for my wedding someday, I have come to the conclusion that maybe this is what God would have me do... I would love to be a blessing in the lives of soon to be husband and wives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how one gets started, but I can't think of something I would rather do... what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4Nzp44iX1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/jdeHW5G97E4/s1600-h/8post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4Nzp44iX1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/jdeHW5G97E4/s400/8post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441319938275041106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-6197744674705013095?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6197744674705013095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=6197744674705013095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/6197744674705013095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/6197744674705013095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2010/02/job.html' title='Job.'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4NzfW1jkwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Jx-dBJpDhuQ/s72-c/1post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-4187923238587306745</id><published>2010-02-04T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:02:07.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first...</title><content type='html'>Dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I found these on clearance at Pier 1 Imports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S2tfhOLf1FI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2MQqGuqVZaY/s1600-h/thefirstpost2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S2tfhOLf1FI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2MQqGuqVZaY/s400/thefirstpost2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434542399699276882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Dinner, Salad, and Appetizer Plates, cream color.... elegant yet simple, and easy to pair with anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S2tfhqGPs8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/AKKGiUEfyGY/s1600-h/thefirstpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S2tfhqGPs8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/AKKGiUEfyGY/s400/thefirstpost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434542407193441218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 very nice pieces for $57.00... that is what I call a bargain!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-4187923238587306745?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4187923238587306745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=4187923238587306745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4187923238587306745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4187923238587306745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-first.html' title='My first...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S2tfhOLf1FI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2MQqGuqVZaY/s72-c/thefirstpost2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-8784586444796369619</id><published>2010-01-20T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:45:14.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in an attempt at transparency...</title><content type='html'>the only thing that i have felt like updating on my blog is the template from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter is so hard for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have so much to be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind begins this spiral downward, leaving my gasping for a fresh breath of air, wanting to just make it through the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irrational, silly fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crippling me from my normal happy self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in an attempt at transparency...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot understand, but i would love understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am lonely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely for the sun, and for a mind and thoughts that i recognize as my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving me in a desperate plea for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to keep busy, and i think blogging will help. so templates aside, this blog is going to see some more use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-8784586444796369619?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8784586444796369619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=8784586444796369619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/8784586444796369619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/8784586444796369619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-attempt-at-transparency.html' title='in an attempt at transparency...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-2821544066476485561</id><published>2009-11-20T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:11:33.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally its Friday!</title><content type='html'>This Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earl Klugh Trio is a perfect start to a overcast weekend in November. (Even though it would sound even better in Seattle). A little bit of smooth jazz to set the mood (and ease the pain of a fourteen page paper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute and a bit impractical money wise... here is the fashion find of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SwcF9jWzEDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V6Nniz4b6ss/s1600/french-sole-floral-leather-ballet-flat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SwcF9jWzEDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V6Nniz4b6ss/s400/french-sole-floral-leather-ballet-flat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406296432702591026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-2821544066476485561?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2821544066476485561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=2821544066476485561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2821544066476485561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2821544066476485561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-its-friday.html' title='Finally its Friday!'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SwcF9jWzEDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V6Nniz4b6ss/s72-c/french-sole-floral-leather-ballet-flat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-507244914199142384</id><published>2009-10-20T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:43:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an interesting time</title><content type='html'>... seeing if I can just get through another week... another semester... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning to not only let God help me, but actively seek God's help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting... patience... anticipation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/St4uz5Ze9oI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Hn6rbAaGeEU/s1600-h/5-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/St4uz5Ze9oI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Hn6rbAaGeEU/s400/5-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394800872752346754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-507244914199142384?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/507244914199142384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=507244914199142384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/507244914199142384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/507244914199142384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting-time.html' title='an interesting time'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/St4uz5Ze9oI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Hn6rbAaGeEU/s72-c/5-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-2684888147987858240</id><published>2009-10-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:58:21.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/StYRNVHpSTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BEQcU7H2Od4/s1600-h/9-09--InvisbleChains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/StYRNVHpSTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BEQcU7H2Od4/s400/9-09--InvisbleChains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392516524527929650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is studying journalism in Virginia, and has already done so much to raise awareness regarding modern day trafficking and the slave trade at home and internationally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an article she wrote that has been published in two different magazines, an online one called "Real Teen Faith", and "Bloom Magazine", a magazine sent to girls around the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Article for yourself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://realteenfaith.com/2009/10/02/real-issues-invisible-chains/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracy's blog is also especially insightful: forteforfreedom.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-2684888147987858240?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2684888147987858240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=2684888147987858240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2684888147987858240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2684888147987858240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/StYRNVHpSTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BEQcU7H2Od4/s72-c/9-09--InvisbleChains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-5671968833277296176</id><published>2009-08-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:26:44.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy from Cody</title><content type='html'>I am in Cody Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no phone reception for me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. it is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I am worn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-5671968833277296176?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5671968833277296176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=5671968833277296176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/5671968833277296176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/5671968833277296176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/howdy-from-cody.html' title='Howdy from Cody'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-2084154976701689611</id><published>2009-07-29T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:36:42.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready...</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, It's almost that time of  year again... School time! [and it's my junior year... slow down mother time... please!]&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find some pieces that I like enough to play for my junior recital... gah! not freaking out... hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of August: I get to spend some wonderful, quality time with my beloved piano before I head off to the practice rooms with everyone else... Oh my piano... she is my favorite... Look at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SnBqZBJhpEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XLysAY37omk/s1600-h/n653468613_375224_5464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SnBqZBJhpEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XLysAY37omk/s400/n653468613_375224_5464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904134235923522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a special understanding... the way I can get different sounds from her keys and create different tones for different pieces of music... so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SnBqZbu-H4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pVQMs3U1Oco/s1600-h/n653468613_740281_6622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SnBqZbu-H4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pVQMs3U1Oco/s400/n653468613_740281_6622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904141372301186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so easy to play, and if I get into my music, I will end up playing for two or three hours without remembering to look at the clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I don't have ANY picture with me playing the piano in the past five years or so... that makes me so sad... I should work on that... really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from six years ago... my first piano camp, where I met my first college piano professor, who started teaching me the fall of that same year! Crazy how life surprises you.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SnBrXAnlbwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ID8kQD_XP8A/s1600-h/kghpiano+kgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SnBrXAnlbwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ID8kQD_XP8A/s400/kghpiano+kgh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905199245455106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-2084154976701689611?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2084154976701689611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=2084154976701689611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2084154976701689611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2084154976701689611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SnBqZBJhpEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XLysAY37omk/s72-c/n653468613_375224_5464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-4583686738131731462</id><published>2009-07-28T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:27:19.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Highlights</title><content type='html'>Just under three weeks left... I can't believe the summer has gone by so fast!&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about the relationships that we go through in life... some of them are lasting, others are simply interactions made on the journey. At the beginning of the summer, I struggled with the thought of meeting so many people that I may never see again. It seems that my life is filled with friendships that come and go on summer travels or changes in life stages. But as I have made new friends, and have been blessed by pastors, home-stays, and campers, I have realized how important even these relationships are. God puts everyone, everyone!, in our lives for some reason- to be encouraged or to encourage us! &lt;br /&gt;There have been so many times this summer that someone we have met has said just what I needed to hear whether it be encouragement or a challenge, and there have also been so many opportunites to experience a quiet understanding with someone who may be going through the same thing I am.&lt;br /&gt;So really, in so many words, don't underestimate the impact that God has on you. A look, a smile, or a word... you have no idea how what you do or say may impact someone else... someone you may never see again. [And who knows... you may make some life-long pals in the process!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some fun pics of the summer... there are so many on my facebook, but I'll post some more here later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Awesome Cova-Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_bZrVN3YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/aOuVF0enjXI/s1600-h/DSC02126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_bZrVN3YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/aOuVF0enjXI/s400/DSC02126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363746915396476290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating David's Birthday on the Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_baD0arMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QnwDvaQ5Tlk/s1600-h/DSC02204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_baD0arMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QnwDvaQ5Tlk/s400/DSC02204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363746921969790146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Homestays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_bafwKzSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GKEsu6UAjU4/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_bafwKzSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GKEsu6UAjU4/s400/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363746929468165410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderfully Amazing Time on the Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_ba3_wdDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yz-xR0ymdS8/s1600-h/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_ba3_wdDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yz-xR0ymdS8/s400/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363746935975998514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship With Fun Campers at Seaside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_bbIhquiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/h1Bqt_kTcB4/s1600-h/DSC02293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_bbIhquiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/h1Bqt_kTcB4/s400/DSC02293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363746940413196834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-4583686738131731462?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4583686738131731462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=4583686738131731462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4583686738131731462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4583686738131731462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-highlights.html' title='Road Highlights'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sm_bZrVN3YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/aOuVF0enjXI/s72-c/DSC02126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-7742092189765748998</id><published>2009-06-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:52:46.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Covenant Fun'/><title type='text'>Coming to a House of God near you... the Covenutz!!!</title><content type='html'>The Covenant Family Band... The Covenutz... The Cova-teers... or just... Covenant... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontario Church of the Nazarene, Ontario Oregon - June 28th- 9 am service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more concert listings,  http://www.nnu.edu/admissions/undergraduate/summer-ministry-groups/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sjq2nFKqT_I/AAAAAAAAATw/UqTsX2iqmjc/s1600-h/0ad0cba316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sjq2nFKqT_I/AAAAAAAAATw/UqTsX2iqmjc/s400/0ad0cba316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348788289973932018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in at an AMAZING camp in Colorado, both junior and senior high. My camera died, but I have some great pictures to put up... until then... for your entertainment... my amazing golfing skills... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54c319122e96c99d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54c319122e96c99d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192271%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64444D8C7B3D8D1EEAE4B705851178C1CE85D06D.322FE8942A08613BB5674F043B54A94AD8ECAFFE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54c319122e96c99d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqfoSJzW34zvc0hRhAgLETwBRSpU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54c319122e96c99d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192271%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64444D8C7B3D8D1EEAE4B705851178C1CE85D06D.322FE8942A08613BB5674F043B54A94AD8ECAFFE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54c319122e96c99d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqfoSJzW34zvc0hRhAgLETwBRSpU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-7742092189765748998?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54c319122e96c99d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7742092189765748998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=7742092189765748998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7742092189765748998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7742092189765748998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/coming-to-house-of-god-near-you.html' title='Coming to a House of God near you... the Covenutz!!!'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/Sjq2nFKqT_I/AAAAAAAAATw/UqTsX2iqmjc/s72-c/0ad0cba316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-7413276132230053670</id><published>2009-06-13T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:38:18.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road...</title><content type='html'>Just got to... Colorado!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...With...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My amazing band family!!! [aka  the Covenutz as our director calls us]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We play at our first church tomorrow, and then we are off to our first camp! I'm so excited! Right now I'm sitting in my room with Holly and Danielle... we are all journalists... smart that way! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be in Ontario on the 28th... so I will be posting specifics on that! and maybe... a couple pictures... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-7413276132230053670?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7413276132230053670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=7413276132230053670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7413276132230053670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7413276132230053670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-road.html' title='On the Road...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-2002663237522206787</id><published>2009-06-09T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:37:05.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>figuring things out...</title><content type='html'>that has been my past couple weeks... letting things surface... writing them down... working through my thoughts, which is much harder than i thought...&lt;br /&gt;so overwhelmed right now. giving things to God... and struggling with the silliest smallest worries... wanting so badly not to fail...&lt;br /&gt;maybe being too easy on myself, but so weary at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this today (It's actually yesterday's post) of My Utmost For His Highest... It's amazing how everytime I read it, it applies a lot to what I'm dealing with spiritually... (and for those tired of my super long posts... you can skip and scroll...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them —John 13:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be determined to know more than others. If you yourself do not cut the lines that tie you to the dock, God will have to use a storm to sever them and to send you out to sea. Put everything in your life afloat upon God, going out to sea on the great swelling tide of His purpose, and your eyes will be opened. If you believe in Jesus, you are not to spend all your time in the calm waters just inside the harbor, full of joy, but always tied to the dock. You have to get out past the harbor into the great depths of God, and begin to know things for yourself— begin to have spiritual discernment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you should do something and you do it, immediately you know more. Examine where you have become sluggish, where you began losing interest spiritually, and you will find that it goes back to a point where you did not do something you knew you should do. You did not do it because there seemed to be no immediate call to do it. But now you have no insight or discernment, and at a time of crisis you are spiritually distracted instead of spiritually self-controlled. It is a dangerous thing to refuse to continue learning and knowing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counterfeit of obedience is a state of mind in which you create your own opportunities to sacrifice yourself, and your zeal and enthusiasm are mistaken for discernment. It is easier to sacrifice yourself than to fulfill your spiritual destiny, which is stated in Romans 12:1-2. It is much better to fulfill the purpose of God in your life by discerning His will than it is to perform great acts of self-sacrifice. "Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice . . ." ( 1 Samuel 15:22 ). Beware of paying attention or going back to what you once were, when God wants you to be something that you have never been. "If anyone wills to do His will, he shall know . . ." ( John 7:17  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to good 'ol NNU for training camp. Our band got a good bit done today, working through some of our pieces. I just read through a large portion of the keyboard manual (rgggg...) trying to figure some things out... technology and I aren't so hot about each other... oh well.... guess i have to do what i need to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really great group... everyone is a lot of fun to be with! We will have a good time this summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if it warms back up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I will post our church information soon so that you can come see us! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-2002663237522206787?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2002663237522206787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=2002663237522206787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2002663237522206787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2002663237522206787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/figuring-things-out.html' title='figuring things out...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-3993482003222393810</id><published>2009-05-28T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:18:04.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok it was nice to get that out... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to a movie... trying to figure out whether to pack for a week and two and a half months at the same time... hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-3993482003222393810?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3993482003222393810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=3993482003222393810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3993482003222393810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3993482003222393810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-it-was-nice-to-get-that-out.html' title=''/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-4744543205392148348</id><published>2009-05-26T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:34:39.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the truth is...</title><content type='html'>Katie is incredibly frustrated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-4744543205392148348?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4744543205392148348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=4744543205392148348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4744543205392148348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4744543205392148348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-truth-is.html' title='and the truth is...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-8401693086018265770</id><published>2009-05-25T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:20:02.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Society Really that Far Behind?</title><content type='html'>Please read the article at the below link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forteforfreedom.blogspot.com"&gt;forteforfreedom.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our local newspaper featured an article on modern day slavery, and they seem to be a bit behind the times... my sister wrote an excellent response and sent it to the editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple excellent books should you want to read more about modern day slave trafficking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Not-Sale-Return-Global-Trade/dp/0061206717/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1243282481&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Not for Sale: The Return of the Global Slave Trade-- and How We Can Fight It&lt;br /&gt;by David Batstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crime-Monstrous-Face-Face-Modern-Day/dp/0743290089/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1243282531&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;A Crime So Monstrous: Face to Face With Modern Day Slavery&lt;br /&gt;by E. Benjamin Skinner and Richard Holbrooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Disposable-People-Slavery-Global-Economy/dp/0520243846/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1243282581&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Disposable People: New Slavery in the Global Economy&lt;br /&gt;by Kevin Bales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple I haven't read yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Slave-Next-Door-Trafficking-Slavery/dp/0520255151/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1243282622&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Slave Next Door: Human Trafficking and Slavery In America Today&lt;br /&gt;by Kevin Bales and Rod Soodalter &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sacred-Bath-American-Modern-Slavery/dp/0595437184/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1243282656&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Sacred Bath: An American Teen's Story of Modern Day Slavery &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ending-Slavery-Free-Todays-Slaves/dp/0520254708/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1243282693&amp;sr=1-9"&gt;Ending Slavery: How We Free Today's Slaves&lt;br /&gt;by Kevin Bales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nobodies-Modern-American-Global-Economy/dp/0812971841/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1243282777&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Nobodies: Modern American Slave Labor and the Dark Side of the New Global Economy"&lt;br /&gt;by John Bowe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Note: Due to the appalling yet veracious content of this material, it would be advisable to read these books with your eyes opened beforehand. Please prepare yourself for gruesome details and heart-wrenching accounts of unspeakable brutality. Don't let that keep you from reading them though! We cannot solve a problem without knowing all about it, and awareness is the first big step to change!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-8401693086018265770?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8401693086018265770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=8401693086018265770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/8401693086018265770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/8401693086018265770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-society-really-that-far-behind.html' title='Is Society Really that Far Behind?'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-5045745134099061658</id><published>2009-05-23T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:29:29.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I will continue on with the below and respond to the very welcomed comments and such soon as possible. I've had to take a bit of a break the past few days as my health has stopped improving again. Tonight I got an hour nap to help my finish the day, which I find pretty pathetic... but "His strength is made perfect in my weakness"... it's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a random thought... When Rory is trying to decide on colleges in the amazingly comical "Gilmore Girls" series, she creates one of the famous Gilmore Girl "pro-con lists"... as far as my fall semester goes, I think that is my next step! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the present, I'm working on some new repertoire: I think I'm going to finally learn Rhapsody in Blue (I've known parts of it for a while, but never buckled down to finish it), and I need to get a hold of a good sonata. A few other pieces, and then some Ben Folds and Muse that I'm currently working on. What would I do without the piano??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to my big red couch, my journal, and my Garden State soundtrack... 'night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. here is an interesting article i found in the questions and answers part of boundless.org an AMAZING webzine for college students.... check it out!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR BOUNDLESS ANSWERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read the Bible through from cover to cover six times and the New Testament more times than I can count. I don't get the concept of reading the same message day after day. The Scriptures state that the word will be written on our hearts. I am bored reading the Scriptures. I wish I wasn't but the fact of the matter is, I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to hear what you have to say regarding my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you practice a spiritual discipline, whether it's reading the Bible or praying or fasting or whatever, it's absolutely critical to remember the goal: greater connection with the living God. Behind all of these disciplines is not a discipline; it's a Person, Jesus Christ, Who desires to know us, to be in relationship with us. Reading the Bible can become boring when the point is just to "get through" a certain amount of Scripture in a certain time period. That's not the point. The point is daily connection with God, ultimately leading to a moment-by-moment connection. God wants us not merely to read about Him, but to walk with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that you take a step back to see the big picture regarding your discipline of reading the Bible, and ask yourself a key question: Why am I doing this? Is it merely to accomplish a reading goal? To check off a "to do" list? To please God? What pleases God is not simply the practice of a spiritual discipline, but the end result of a deeper and more intimate connection with His heart, leading to a passionate, vibrant relationship with your Creator. Sometimes that's accomplished by reading, sometimes praying, sometimes just sitting reflecting and meditating on His Word and His character, and sometimes just listening quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading in seminary a book on teaching the Bible, written by Dr. Howard Hendricks, a professor at Dallas Theological Seminary. In it he tells the story of a person who came to him one day and said, with a hint of pride, "I've been through the Bible 15 times, Dr. Hendricks!" I'll never forget Dr. Hendricks' response: "Wonderful! Now, how many times has the Bible been through you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little encounter has stuck with me over the years, gently reminding me that when I sit down to read my Bible, it's not about how much of it I can get through, but how much of it gets through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;JOHN THOMAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-5045745134099061658?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5045745134099061658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=5045745134099061658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/5045745134099061658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/5045745134099061658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-7936097020948718709</id><published>2009-05-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:54:27.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Logical Next Step...</title><content type='html'>Men have obviously tried multiple ways in which to prove that the Bible is trustworthy, reliable, authoritative, and accurate. However, I find one way particularly logical, yet easy to understand. Jesus, throughout the Gospels is seen quoting scripture from the Old Testament, and quoting it in a very authoritative way, as if from God Himself. (In fact, He quotes from every part of the Hebrew Bible, from the Pentateuch to Historical writing.) He establishes key theological doctrine. Jesus also sets the stage for his followers to come, of which came the New Testament books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting point- Jesus interchanges the terms "God said" and "Scripture says" multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to go on, Jesus obviously endorses the Old Testament, and claims to be the Son of God, the Savior of the World, and the King to come. He promises His Holy Spirit, and tells us of the importance the Holy Spirit must have in our lives. The essence of Christianity can be summed up in the words and the life of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know that these words of Jesus are true? How do we know that the New Testament gospels are not flawed? You see, if we can prove the authenticity of these four New Testament Gospels, we can then prove the authenticity of the Old Testament, and the rest of the New Testament books. Greg Koukl states it this way, "If Jesus gave His imprimatur to the Hebrew Bible, and if Jesus is someone whose word we might be able to trust, then that gives us good reason to trust the authority of the Hebrew Bible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koukl goes on saying of Jesus, "If He claims to be God, for example, as He did in the context of His culture, and then demonstrates through His life and actions that the claim quite possibly is true, or might probably be true, then when He identifies the Bible as the word of God, He is speaking from the inside, not the outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is raised all sorts of questions: "Well, these may be God's Words, but they are written by humans, flawed humans. How do we know whether what we are reading is accurate?" Or, "What about literal errancies, small numerical flaws, and passage differences?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Koukl: "If the Bible is the word of God, and God can't err, then His word can't err. If I have good reason to believe that this is a fair way of looking at it, then when I come to a possible apparent contradiction, since my evidence is on the side of being authoritative, what I'm going to look for is a way to resolve the contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to camp on one apparent problem and use that to disqualify all the rest. Because if one apparent problem disqualifies the Bible as the word of God, then Jesus was wrong about His source of authority--the Scriptures--as coming from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus was the one who worked the miracles, who rose from the dead, etc. And I think it's less likely that Jesus was mistaken than that I'm mistaken. I'm probably the one who's misreading. That's my take on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can prove the NT gospels true, that makes Jesus' claims credible and the Word extremely essential to Christianity. After logically examining these texts, we can begin to put faith in what they say, and then work through small problems we find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next step: look at extensive evidence of the reliability of the New Testament Gospels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick thought in closing from Timothy Keller in his book "The Reason for God":&lt;br /&gt;If you don't trust the Bible enough to let it challenge and correct your thinking, how could you ever have a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; relationship with God? In any truly personal relationship, the other person has to be able to contradict you. For example, if a wife is not allowed to contradict her husband, they won't have an intimate relationship... Now, what happens if you eliminate anything from the Bible that offends your sensibility and crosses your will? If you pick and choose what you want to believe and reject the rest, how will you ever have a God who can contradict you? You won't! [You'll have]... a God, essentially, of your own making, and not a God with whom you can have a relationship and genuine interaction. Only if your God can say things that outrage you and make you struggle will you know that you have gotten hold of a real God and not a figment of your imagination. So an authoritative Bible is not the enemy of a personal relationship with God. It is the precondition for it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-7936097020948718709?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7936097020948718709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=7936097020948718709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7936097020948718709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7936097020948718709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/logical-next-step.html' title='The Logical Next Step...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-7121394636706263204</id><published>2009-05-14T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:36:48.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Essential Foundation... First things First...</title><content type='html'>Part One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two very interesting things happened today. First, for some reason I decided to start reading Proverbs. As I read through the first chapter, these verses really stood out to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long will you simple ones love your simple ways? How long will mockers delight in mockery and fools hate knowledge?... "For the waywardness of the simple will kill them, and the complacency of fools will destroy them..." (Proverbs 1:22,32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so second thing. I was facebook chatting while looking through some of my books today and commented to this male acquaintance from school that I was "reading some books... and my Bible." The response I got kinda surprised me so much that I laughed and got pretty mad at the same time. His response, "Oh that is so cute!" CUTE?!?!? That was probably the last straw. Or the straw after the last straw. If there was never a term "laughing in anger", I think I just invented it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing cute about the above verse, and really any other passage of the Bible. Now, before I am accused of judging or not being light-hearted enough, I happen to know that this person doesn't really read the Bible. So, I would challenge him to study it in depth, and then tell me again whether my Bible reading habits are really cute or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of that rant. Sort of... Ok to be honest, these two small parts of my day, really defined it. And these two meaningless tidbits of information really point to something that has been wanting to scream out of me: let's grow up! We have spent enough time sitting around being "ok" with how we are and our lame version of Christianity that looks a lot like bossing God around and expecting Him to clean up all our messes! He wants a relationship, we want a life saver. He doesn't work that way, and we are going to be incredibly disappointed. He invites to experience Him in the deepest and richest ways. Where do we start? That's where His word comes in. His word is His love story to us! No where else can I find advice for the problems I'm facing in life, encouragement in times of dark depression, and most of all, a clear perspective of life outside of the selfish lenses I see everything through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to get off our spiritual butts and take a chance. Take a chance on His very un-cute Word. His Word is a matter of life and death. To be honest, sometimes reading the Bible is the most gruesome task I can think of. But that's where the growing up comes in. It takes discipline, and after a while, the rewards are so evident! Let's stop laughing, stop sleeping, and start reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing so much research and seemed to have opened a bit of a pandora's box, but tomorrow I will be clarifying some issues with the reliability and authority of Scripture. After that I hope to (in the next couple weeks) tie in the importance of the two testaments, show the life giving power the Word has throughout the world and how people sacrifice their lives daily just to read its pages, and finally, what it can do in each of our lives personally. Until then, grow up, and give it a chance! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-7121394636706263204?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7121394636706263204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=7121394636706263204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7121394636706263204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7121394636706263204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/essential-foundation-first-things-first.html' title='An Essential Foundation... First things First...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-9187440629541958923</id><published>2009-05-13T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:53:21.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture Merely Superfluous???</title><content type='html'>Oh the wonders of muscle memorization... after a week of unsuccessfully trying to acccess my account and changing my password, I sit down today, unaware of what I'm doing accessing my blogger account... and she's in! Amazing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting at home. With a new Bible. Random yes, but extremely definitive for me. I just put away my two older Bibles, worn and marked up. With the Spiritual ups and downs of the last semester, unfortunatley instead of becoming more faded, they grew rather dusty. My daily devotions became a rather meager and pathetic "ok Lord, here's a chapter, and please help me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I get stuck in a rut, simply reading over the highlighted or marked passages, thinking in my mind, "Oh, here comes a good verse!" I'm not sure whether the Apostle Paul would want to smack me or simply laugh at me as a stupid child regarding that remark. I'm sure he had no intention in writing "good" and "bad" verses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all this to say, I decided I needed a new Bible, a new translation, a fresh start. This time, I have challenged myself to not write in it or highlight it, but rather to read it afresh each time, allowing the Holy Spirit to show me new things, and not let myself be hindered from past lessons learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, yet still connected, is my absolute frustration of the lack of Passion in Christ's followers for reading His written Word. Yes I grow weary of the strenous exercise it gives to my mind, intellect, and conscience, but I still weigh it's absolute importance in shaping my life and growing me closer to my Savior. I am who I am because of the way the Word has taken effect in my life. "Faith comes from hearing, and hearing, by the Word of God." Oh, us of little faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next couple days, I hope to delve into this subject, and I hope to prove that our existence is simply worthless from an eternal perspective without this vital verbatim being poured into our lives on a consistent basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as there are countless numbers of people dying in different parts of the world simply because they are reading this book, it must be extremely important... even our enemies know it. In fact, I believe that Satan has made believers apethetic to the Word of God because he knows of its powers. Obviously we are missing something, and if the Word may be worth dying for, we owe it to ourselves to at least think very intensively on this subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-9187440629541958923?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/9187440629541958923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=9187440629541958923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/9187440629541958923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/9187440629541958923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/scripture-merely-superfluous.html' title='Scripture Merely Superfluous???'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-2165185065412000649</id><published>2009-01-25T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:29:17.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>So I wrote a little birthday post in November, about all the things in my life that I wanted to change. So far the most attention I have gotten is from the hope to stay single for a year. Funny enough, that one is one of the least important of my little goals in my mind right now though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  of the hardest resolutions I have made is to stay true and real. I'm writing this post in the midst of a huge spiritual and emotional hard spot in my life. I cry on my way home from work most nights, and really have no motivation to live life. I hate myself for struggling when I have so much to be thankful for. I have no desire to read my Bible or to pray, and honestly, I'm completely disgusted with modern Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There I said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much hypocrosy and religious piety in the name Christian anymore. Day after day at work I interact with broken people who desperately need a real God that will meet them right where they are, before they clean up there messy lives. I have come to realize that I want nothing to do with "religious" people. I have gotten to the point that I cringe when people at work say, "but she is a Christian". No. Not like you would think. I don't hate you for your messed up lives. I don't judge you for your actions. I pity you. I want desperately for you to have a real joy. I want your heart to be filled with joy and peace. Please don't look at me and see a "good girl" trying to put on a great impression. I struggle with the same thoughts, desires, sins... I just have realized that I can't do it on my own. That's where the love of Christ comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christ's love looks nothing like the modern church's display of love. His love is one that goes out and meets the scars, blood, and dirt of a bedraggled man or woman, a love that does not recognize the selfish piety of a proud "saint." I hate the fact that anymore I represent a body of people who simply look down on the rest of the world for what they do, rather than going in and simply loving as Christ loved... showing by example a better way. Showing by example does not mean having everything together. For every time I kick myself: letting some choice word at work slip out of my mouth; for every time I don't seem happy and preppy, or snap at a co-worker, I am reminded: it is by grace you have been saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace. Oh how I need it. Oh how the stained heart of the common man needs it. And even more so, the messed up bunch of people who pretend to represent the Lord Jesus whom they would hardly recognize if He walked the earth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1. Being Real. Check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-2165185065412000649?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2165185065412000649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=2165185065412000649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2165185065412000649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2165185065412000649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-8036417857545139580</id><published>2009-01-05T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:02:11.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so good at the whole honesty thing...</title><content type='html'>So good at hiding behind shadows off the facade I have built... no truth in that...&lt;br /&gt;It takes courage to be real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009... Time to pull the facade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SWLXrrd0fBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MNihZHBl7AU/s1600-h/HidingGirl72Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SWLXrrd0fBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MNihZHBl7AU/s320/HidingGirl72Small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288026057888529426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-8036417857545139580?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8036417857545139580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=8036417857545139580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/8036417857545139580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/8036417857545139580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-so-good-at-whole-honesty-thing.html' title='Not so good at the whole honesty thing...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SWLXrrd0fBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MNihZHBl7AU/s72-c/HidingGirl72Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-9139113834925337667</id><published>2008-11-25T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:52:02.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only a few more days until turkey-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and Brain-dead students going home for a time of blessing with family and friends before the deadly finals hit.&lt;br /&gt;Students like me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweD5J_HYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ig4552Ajh6o/s1600-h/tgvng6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweD5J_HYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ig4552Ajh6o/s320/tgvng6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622315975155074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to relax, unwind, and laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweDjizbdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Lw0hRa--fV4/s1600-h/tgvng5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweDjizbdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Lw0hRa--fV4/s320/tgvng5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622310173666770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweDvnDpmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QoYgmVSpom8/s1600-h/tgvng1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweDvnDpmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QoYgmVSpom8/s320/tgvng1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622313412732514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Beauty setting in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweDW2GkpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1Hxg2t8D018/s1600-h/tgving3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweDW2GkpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1Hxg2t8D018/s320/tgving3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622306764952210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to see family members that really never grow up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweDRYviNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lpPFMP9dG-U/s1600-h/tgving2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweDRYviNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lpPFMP9dG-U/s320/tgving2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622305299630290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship with loved ones and reaching out to those less fortunate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite times of the year- and I have SO much to be thankful for!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-9139113834925337667?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/9139113834925337667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=9139113834925337667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/9139113834925337667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/9139113834925337667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-few-more-days-until-turkey-day.html' title=''/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSweD5J_HYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ig4552Ajh6o/s72-c/tgvng6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-4547371722762763392</id><published>2008-11-17T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:13:30.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSJc5iS4vOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NnzPhbXrdX4/s1600-h/grangeville+meadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSJc5iS4vOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NnzPhbXrdX4/s320/grangeville+meadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269876657505221858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided for some strange reason to get sick on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I just took some cold medicine, but before I get to bed, I thought I would put up a couple quotes from a book I have been reading. I can't get these words out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The danger of good works, spiritual investments, and all the rest of it is that we can construct a picture of ourselves in which we situate our self-worth. Complacency then replaces sheer delight in God's unconditional love. Our doing becomes the very undoing of the gospel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We miss Jesus' point entirely when we use His words a sweapons against others... hypocrisy is the natural expression of what is meanest in us all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we maintain the open- mindedness of children, we challenge fixed ideas and established sturctures, including our own... we become fully aware that God's truth cannot be imprisioned in a small definition... (this) does not absorb all propositions equally like a sponge, nor is it soft. But the open mind realizes that reality, truth, and Jesus Christ are incredibly open-ended."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-4547371722762763392?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4547371722762763392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=4547371722762763392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4547371722762763392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4547371722762763392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/11/quotes-to-ponder.html' title='Quotes to ponder...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SSJc5iS4vOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NnzPhbXrdX4/s72-c/grangeville+meadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-6048661677186623369</id><published>2008-11-12T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:13:58.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 15th</title><content type='html'>is my birthday. Stayed tuned. Life is changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRx8ZeLPvJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AAMWEVaasac/s1600-h/ggg123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRx8ZeLPvJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AAMWEVaasac/s320/ggg123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268222441155443858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-6048661677186623369?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6048661677186623369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=6048661677186623369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/6048661677186623369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/6048661677186623369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-15th.html' title='November 15th'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRx8ZeLPvJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AAMWEVaasac/s72-c/ggg123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-3211802876706111948</id><published>2008-11-11T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:55:48.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Choice... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; A New Life...&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Challenges, Patience, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Courage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRnim8OfZHI/AAAAAAAAANo/zYw1WSxhcmk/s1600-h/crossroads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRnim8OfZHI/AAAAAAAAANo/zYw1WSxhcmk/s320/crossroads.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267490397816317042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-3211802876706111948?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3211802876706111948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=3211802876706111948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3211802876706111948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3211802876706111948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/11/crossroads.html' title='At the Crossroads'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRnim8OfZHI/AAAAAAAAANo/zYw1WSxhcmk/s72-c/crossroads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-1243491339502378335</id><published>2008-11-10T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:11:17.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged! :)</title><content type='html'>Where is your mobile phone? Beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair colour? Reddish Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? Miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father? Miss Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite thing? Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night? Not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream goal? Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room you're in? Cozy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hobby (hobbies)? Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? Uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? Travelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night? Boise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you're not? Mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish-list items? A Kitchen-Aid and Dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? Small town USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? Ate corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? Exercise clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your TV? On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pet? Miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? My lifesaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't live without? Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? My Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your car? A MESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you're not wearing? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite shop? The Flying M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love someone? My family and roomies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love/Hate Relationship? Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current addiction? Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite colour? Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cried? A few weeks ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-1243491339502378335?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1243491339502378335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=1243491339502378335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/1243491339502378335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/1243491339502378335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged! :)'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-1602931449007111002</id><published>2008-11-06T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:48:27.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Flying M</title><content type='html'>sO eASiLy DiStrActEd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzkWWT5nI/AAAAAAAAANg/BaZxzol368g/s1600-h/ggg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzkWWT5nI/AAAAAAAAANg/BaZxzol368g/s320/ggg1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265679457637885554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzkFT9m7I/AAAAAAAAANY/p3rrxYcK4Is/s1600-h/ggg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzkFT9m7I/AAAAAAAAANY/p3rrxYcK4Is/s320/ggg2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265679453064633266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzj5tx8OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RERVPdKYoFE/s1600-h/ggg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzj5tx8OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RERVPdKYoFE/s320/ggg3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265679449951695074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzjsgKDpI/AAAAAAAAANI/jhhTwcWTL9c/s1600-h/ggg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzjsgKDpI/AAAAAAAAANI/jhhTwcWTL9c/s320/ggg4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265679446404894354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzjcRmXII/AAAAAAAAANA/5vEXKFRyDN0/s1600-h/ggg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzjcRmXII/AAAAAAAAANA/5vEXKFRyDN0/s320/ggg5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265679442048867458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-1602931449007111002?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1602931449007111002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=1602931449007111002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/1602931449007111002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/1602931449007111002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-flying-m.html' title='Me and the Flying M'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SRNzkWWT5nI/AAAAAAAAANg/BaZxzol368g/s72-c/ggg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-3697779445629206751</id><published>2008-10-28T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:55:04.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm finally updating... and praying about my purpose for this blog... My camera is still broken from sitting too long in Moroccan sand on a windy day. Consequently, I feel like I'm losing a piece of my life, an important part, because I have failed to take pictures since I got back from my summer travels in July. So, just as little kids ask you to pray for their puppy dogs, I am asking you to pray for my camera- it is the means in which I link my life at home with my life at school. It is the way that I try to make sense of the whirlwind of different worlds I find myself in. I have always had a fear of forgetting things someday, and taking pictures is my sense of security and comfort. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-3697779445629206751?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3697779445629206751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=3697779445629206751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3697779445629206751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3697779445629206751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-7905922950822784560</id><published>2008-10-14T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:38:47.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUeEJutTLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U1BiJFUA5fY/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUeEJutTLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U1BiJFUA5fY/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257141196705057970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUeEa2-55I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dNM4W1qh4wM/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUeEa2-55I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dNM4W1qh4wM/s320/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257141201303168914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUeEUioPEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/24R9trVIVMo/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUeEUioPEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/24R9trVIVMo/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257141199607184450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUeEllSEhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nvAQZlz-zbE/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUdNGc78CI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jC4qGqCh9aw/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257140250932408354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-7905922950822784560?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7905922950822784560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=7905922950822784560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7905922950822784560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/7905922950822784560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Pictures from the summer'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/SPUeEJutTLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U1BiJFUA5fY/s72-c/DSC00750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-5198117425132084301</id><published>2008-10-06T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:56:49.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and Their Hearts...</title><content type='html'>This is a GREAT article from boundless.org... feed on it; think on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Your Buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Suzanne Hadley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 10 years since Boundless was birthed. As part of our celebration of a decade of ministry, we're re-publishing a popular article that, though nearly three years old, still resonates with a lot of our readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're publishing another notable article tomorrow, and then rounding out the week with retrospectives from former Boundless editors Candice Watters and Matt Kaufman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was having lunch with a friend and she began to pour out an all-too-familiar story. The guy she'd been hanging out with four nights a week, the one who'd made her a jazz mix CD and asked her to be his date to his office Christmas party, the one who'd gone to late-night movies with her and made her pasta — that guy — had crushed her hopes (again) with a single, nonchalant statement: "I don't see myself in a relationship anytime soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reassure my friend that the guy probably thought she was beautiful and fabulous and smart but had just made a choice to be single for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we have such a great connection," she moaned. "We're such good friends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt anger well up. This was not the first time I'd heard this story. I could count nearly half a dozen friends who found themselves in this same frustrating situation. After investing months in late night talks, meals together and flirty e-mails, each woman faced the sad reality that the guy actually wasn't planning to upgrade their friendship to, well, marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Our Fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to discuss this trend with a few of my guy friends. I specifically targeted Brad, whose boyish good looks and abundance of charm had lured in more than one hopeful woman and gained him a reputation as a heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think it's wrong for a guy to initiate one-on-one time with a woman when he has no intentions with her?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend paused, savoring the question. "I think," he said, "if a woman wants something to be there, she's going to see something there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His buddies smirked knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But don't you think seeking her out and spending time with her encourages it?" I prodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's the one who's choosing to view that as special treatment," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's her interpretation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you tell when a girl's interested in you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Usually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why would you lead her on like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's free to say no anytime. Until then, I'll assume she's OK with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "OK," I guessed he meant the girl could handle it emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His buddies slapped him on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," one of them piped up. "Women are always going to read into something. If you catered to it, you'd have to give up female friends completely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutually Exclusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most helpful book I never read was a little relationship book called He's Just Not That Into You. The title alone provided the answer to a decade's old inner struggle I've had. You know, the one that causes a single female to hope a relationship will develop out of a friendship despite a complete absence of evidence of the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her book Relationships, former college professor Dr. Pamela Reeve discusses three levels of friendships: acquaintances, companions and intimate friends. Dr. Reeve observes that men and women cannot sustain an intimate friendship without one or the other harboring romantic expectations. She recommends that men and women avoid being intimate friends outside of courtship and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companions, she says, generally spend less than two hours together a week. When a man indicates he would like to see the woman more than that, but claims they are "just friends," he sends a mixed message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Reeve writes: "One party can selfishly enjoy all the benefits of a relationship, the warmth and relief from loneliness, the satisfaction of the attention that feeds the ego — all without the accompanying commitment. One party luxuriates, while the other party feels cheated and is left with deep unsatisfied longings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently observed several non-dating relationships that seem to fall into the "intimate friends" category. In every case, it is the woman who is paying the price emotionally. Why? When a guy starts investing his heart, he can do something about it by making a move. And if the girl rejects him, the friendship ends or changes significantly. A woman, however, can hang on in this kind of relationship indefinitely, hoping the guy will eventually share her feelings. She makes herself available to him as a "friend," all the while hoping the friendship will blossom into something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, even if the guy senses the woman's interest, like my friend Brad, he has not made a direct offer to her and therefore feels no obligation to clear up the matter. Maybe we could chalk that up to communication differences between men and women: a man may be oblivious to unspoken signs that he has been placed in the "future husband" category. What he may be viewing as an innocent dinner, she sees as an indication that the friendship is developing into more. But men should assume that if a woman is spending a lot of time with him, she is interested and she is investing her emotions. (I suspect men realize this more often than they'll admit, but hold onto these ego-boosting relationships anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, on the other hand, need to assume less. A woman should not assume that a guy friend she's spending time with is: a) just too shy to make a move; b) thinking she's the woman of his dreams but the timing isn't right; c) in denial of God's will that they be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get it. A woman loves to read into a guy's every action. That's her relational crime. But the guy does her a disservice by allowing her to be his "buddy girl" — a female friend who provides the relational benefits without the commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his article Physical Intimacy and the Single Man, Matt Schmucker points out that men defraud their sisters when they indulge in this type of relationship. "Simply put," he writes, "a man defrauds a woman when, by his words or actions, he promises the benefits of marriage to a woman he either has no intention of marrying or if he does, has no way of finally knowing that he will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single men and women are failing each other. Uncommitted intimate friendships may satiate immediate needs, but they lead to frustration and heartache. Not to mention, for singles ready for marriage, these "friendships" waste time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women who find themselves in a dead-end friendship, should take responsibility. A woman is responsible to be wise with her heart. Solomon said, "Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life" (Prov. 4:23). If a woman feels her heart longing for a man who's not pursuing her, indulging those feelings is unwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of Songs puts it this way, "Do not awaken love before it so desires." As a generation of women drunk on chick flicks, we want romance to happen so badly we allow ourselves to fantasize about relationships that have no founding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, my sister, a college junior, was receiving regular phone calls from Nick, a guy friend who had transferred to another school. During their conversations he would shower her with compliments, ask her what she was looking for in a guy and talk about taking her out to dinner at a fancy restaurant when he visited. At the same time, he congratulated her for being the only girl he could really talk to who wouldn't "get the wrong idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her desire to be that exception, Sarah found herself increasingly confused by Nick's attention. She realized she was beginning to entertain romantic thoughts. After seeking counsel, Sarah decided she needed to cut back on her interactions with Nick to protect her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During their next phone conversation, she explained how she felt. Nick admitted he wasn't interested in her as more than a friend, but he seemed shocked and offended that Sarah wanted to back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a woman should take measures to guard her heart in relationships, a guy should seek to protect the emotions of his female friends. Paul instructed Timothy to treat young women "as sisters with absolute purity." I can say this from experience — you never have to wonder if your brother is romantically interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have interacted with guys who are genuine and friendly without making me wonder if they want me to have their children. Like a good dance partner, the guy gently eases me to a place where I understand he considers me a friend only. We may engage in a meaningful friendship, but he does not give false signals by inviting me to dinner, e-mailing me daily or initiating extended time together. While these actions are fine if the guy is interested, they are misleading if he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Room for Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes croons, "There is a time for love." If, as a woman, you are indulging in an intimate friendship with a man who is not pursuing you, you are accepting a cheap imitation of love. And by spending all your time with a guy who will never put a ring on your finger, you may miss a potential suitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, as a man, you are spending large quantities of time with a woman, you may want to consider if perhaps the relationship is deserving of an upgrade to an intentional relationship that explores the possibility of matrimony. If not, do your sister the courtesy of making your stance clear, freeing her to be pursued by another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, if you find yourself in an intimate friendship with someone of the opposite sex, ask the Lord for wisdom and discernment. Describing the complexity of relationships, Dr. Reeve uses the words of a poster she once read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involvement with people is always a very delicate thing....&lt;br /&gt;It requires real maturity to get involved and not get all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never," she concludes, "is this more true than in relationships between men and women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more with the good doctor. When it comes to male-female relationships, lacking intent, the buddy system is a bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-5198117425132084301?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5198117425132084301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=5198117425132084301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/5198117425132084301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/5198117425132084301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-and-their-hearts.html' title='Girls and Their Hearts...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-2574634000751399089</id><published>2008-09-15T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:23:40.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Life changes as our perceptions become more focused.... things happen that are unexpected, yet not unwelcome, because they bring freedom, renewal, peace...&lt;br /&gt;Change is so hard, but so good- it allows us to go beyond our expectations, to look out beyond the present and see that God may have more for us. We are led up to the edge of the overwhelmingly high cliff, surrounded by trees, rivers, green pastures...&lt;br /&gt;And we are told to jump...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-2574634000751399089?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2574634000751399089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=2574634000751399089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2574634000751399089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2574634000751399089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-2248116544349972544</id><published>2008-08-29T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:34:10.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conformed.... or Transformed...</title><content type='html'>It is so easy to blend in, to change who you are so others will like you... to do anything to fit in takes no courage. To do everything you can to fight your will to blend in... to truly stand out takes courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we go through life changing to our surroundings, our companions, and to the situations life is constantly throwing at us, no one will know who we really are including ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to stand up for who you are, the person that you were meant to be, not the person that creeps up when you are at your weakest, the easy personality of complacency to the world's expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-2248116544349972544?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2248116544349972544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=2248116544349972544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2248116544349972544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/2248116544349972544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/08/conformed-or-transformed.html' title='Conformed.... or Transformed...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-3840106683743598287</id><published>2008-08-05T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:09:29.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Stories to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-3840106683743598287?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3840106683743598287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=3840106683743598287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3840106683743598287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3840106683743598287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-6851246505958447625</id><published>2008-07-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:09:48.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post...</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post before I leave for Morraco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag will be here tonight at 9!!! (1 pm back home) Thank you so much for all your prayers!!! I have blisters from two days in uncomfy flip flops so I'm so relieved to be getting my bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another praise! There are more celiacs here in Spain than there are at home. The super markets are full of gluten-free crackers, bread, meat, and yummmmy chocolate chip cookies! My leaders are SO nice, and they have made sure that I have a bag full of crackers, dried fruit, nuts, soy milk, and cookies to take with me tomorrow. They also said (and this surprises me because I did so much research!) that in Morroco there are many diabetics, and so alot of people cannot eat sugar. They said that when we visit homes where I cannot eat the food, they will explain that I'm unable, like a diabetic, to eat certain foods, and because of this the Morrocans will not take offense! They aim to keep me as gluten-free (and well) as possible! Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach here is beautiful, and today we had a picnic and laid in the sun. The orientation officially begins tonight and then we finish training in Morocco. The difference in cultures is absolutely crazy, and I can hardly take it all in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back in Spain on the 28th... Blessings and Thank you for praying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-6851246505958447625?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6851246505958447625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=6851246505958447625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/6851246505958447625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/6851246505958447625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-post.html' title='Last Post...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-795575104654564847</id><published>2008-07-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:02:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algeciras, Spain</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in Spain, and it is beautiful! Very tired, but loving it here! We are staying in a small 5th floor apartment on a little street in the middle of town, and from our balcony we can see the city as well as the coast. We are only a short drive away from the Strait of Gilbraltar, where we will be ferrying across to Morocco in a couple days. Orientation will be in Morocco, and we will then be spending a couple weeks putting to good use what we learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray... my bag did not arrive with me, and it only has a couple days to get here! If it does not come in time, one of the ladies who lives here in Spain has offered to let me borrow some of her clothes as she lived in Tunisia for two years and has often been to Morroco. But I also had my sandals and some other important things in my other bag... obviously if it doesn't come that means God will provide for me without it... but nonetheless it would be so nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for the things below... I will update again probably tomorrow before I head across the strait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-795575104654564847?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/795575104654564847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=795575104654564847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/795575104654564847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/795575104654564847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/07/algeciras-spain.html' title='Algeciras, Spain'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-4085453087273908092</id><published>2008-04-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:31:04.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will give your life to you as a prize... [Jeremiah 45:5]</title><content type='html'>This past couple weeks have been so hard for me. I have so many pent up feelings of inadequacy and failure, and as hard as I have tried, I have been so frustrated with myself for not being "enough." Who am I not enough for though? The more that I have thought and prayed about this, I am finding that the only one I am inadequate for is... myself. God loved me so much in my sin and imperfection that He died for me, yet I continually go to Him apologizing that I just can't make myself worthy enough for Him, when all He really wants is... me... just the way I am. If I could only remember this truth and shut out all the lies that I am continually tempted to believe about who I am. The root of such lies is pride; I am unable to relinquish my grasp on the fact that I cannot make myself what I was not made to be. How freeing to finally realize that all of Him is MORE than enough for all of me... and that I must look to Him to fulfill and decide who I am to be, not who I think I should be for Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something today that really confirmed this. Oswald Chambers says in "My Utmost For His Highest": Are you prepared to let God take you into total oneness with Himself, paying no more attention to what you call the great things in life? Are you prepared to surrender totally and let go?... Once you do surrender, you will no longer think about what God is going to do. Abandonment means to refuse yourself the luxury of asking any questions. If you totally abandon yourself for God, He immediately says to you, "I will give your life to you as a prize...." The reason people are tired of life is that God has not given them anything-- they have not been given their life "as a prize".  The way to get out of that condition is to abandon yourself to God. And once you do get to the point of total surrender to Him, you will be the most surprised and delighted person on earth, God will have you absolutely without any limitations, and He will have given you our life. If you are not there, it is either because of disobedience in your life or your refusal to be simple enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not only willing to give Jesus my best, but my worst? Am I willing to offer Him my discrepancies, weaknesses, imperfections, and failures along with the things that I think He may want from me, things that seem of use and importance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-4085453087273908092?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4085453087273908092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=4085453087273908092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4085453087273908092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4085453087273908092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-will-give-your-life-to-you-as-prize.html' title='I will give your life to you as a prize... [Jeremiah 45:5]'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-4803704772038659064</id><published>2008-04-09T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:34:50.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick...</title><content type='html'>Well sometimes my body has to yell to get my attention; why do I tend to learn lessons the hard way? :/&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying when my health can't keep up with my agenda... when my body says to SLOW DOWN... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R_z6i4M1AeI/AAAAAAAAADY/o-hRIeXc0hI/s1600-h/Fwd_+Tough+Love+vs+Spanking+-+Good+Argument.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R_z6i4M1AeI/AAAAAAAAADY/o-hRIeXc0hI/s320/Fwd_+Tough+Love+vs+Spanking+-+Good+Argument.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187296347932656098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-4803704772038659064?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4803704772038659064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=4803704772038659064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4803704772038659064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4803704772038659064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='sick...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R_z6i4M1AeI/AAAAAAAAADY/o-hRIeXc0hI/s72-c/Fwd_+Tough+Love+vs+Spanking+-+Good+Argument.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-3168960703968347987</id><published>2008-04-03T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:34:51.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God's sovereignity is written all over my life, like a beautiful tapestry. Everything that happens both significant and small screams of His presence in every part of my being. Even the things that seem never to be reached; the hurdles that have not yet been overcome, the insurmountable barriers- all are overshadowed by His powerful words, "I am with you... My presence will go with You, and I will give you rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in the quiet of my room, I am filled with a sense of calm, of simple trust, like a child. I sit filled with a hope of new mercies, never-ending faithfulness, and unabounding love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R_STgjGHD2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/WI36B9hb2Qw/s1600-h/146_4682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R_STgjGHD2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/WI36B9hb2Qw/s320/146_4682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184931258396249954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-3168960703968347987?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3168960703968347987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=3168960703968347987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3168960703968347987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/3168960703968347987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-sovereignity-is-written-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R_STgjGHD2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/WI36B9hb2Qw/s72-c/146_4682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-6091180278011012925</id><published>2008-03-30T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:38:40.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiness or Hardness to God?</title><content type='html'>3/30 My Utmost for His Highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason many of us stop praying and become hard toward God is that we only have an emotional interest in prayer. It sounds good to say that we pray, and we read books on prayer which tell us that prayer is beneficial— that our minds are quieted and our souls are uplifted when we pray. But Isaiah implied in this verse that God is amazed at such thoughts about prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship and intercession must go together; one is impossible without the other. Intercession means raising ourselves up to the point of getting the mind of Christ regarding the person for whom we are praying (see Philippians 2:5  ). Instead of worshiping God, we recite speeches to God about how prayer is supposed to work. Are we worshiping God or disputing Him when we say, "But God, I just don’t see how you are going to do this"? This is a sure sign that we are not worshiping. When we lose sight of God, we become hard and dogmatic. We throw our petitions at His throne and dictate to Him what we want Him to do. We don’t worship God, nor do we seek to conform our minds to the mind of Christ. And if we are hard toward God, we will become hard toward other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we worshiping God in a way that will raise us up to where we can take hold of Him, having such intimate contact with Him that we know His mind about the ones for whom we pray? Are we living in a holy relationship with God, or have we become hard and dogmatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find yourself thinking that there is no one interceding properly? Then be that person yourself. Be a person who worships God and lives in a holy relationship with Him. Get involved in the real work of intercession, remembering that it truly is work-work that demands all your energy, but work which has no hidden pitfalls. Preaching the gospel has its share of pitfalls, but intercessory prayer has none whatsoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-6091180278011012925?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6091180278011012925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=6091180278011012925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/6091180278011012925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/6091180278011012925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/03/holiness-or-hardness-to-god.html' title='Holiness or Hardness to God?'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-9107558509118039427</id><published>2008-03-28T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:57:24.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanon hurts my hands, and self-pity my heart...</title><content type='html'>I never know what to post when I'm at school as opposed to being home. All I can say is I'm doing school. And more school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was opening night of pride and prejudice. It went pretty well! It was funny though... I'm supposed to have a bonnet for the first scene but we couldn't find one, so I am supposed to change my line from, "how do you like my new bonnet?" to "how do you like my new jacket?"... I practiced the first one too much... so in other words Lizzie said that my non-existent bonnet was, "sweetly pretty"... whoops... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart right now is really in the article below. It is an excerpt from one of my favorite books, a book that really changed my life. My feelings want to deny that suffering is anything to be considered good, but it is yet another aspect of our lives to glorify God with, and if we do, He will strengthen and shape us into well equipped and persevering Christians. In fact, I think God is glorified most in our suffering and difficult days, because when we are at our weakest, we allow Him to come into our lives and be our strength! If only we could have that attitude at all times. So, read and ponder. It really will change your outlook on pain, frustration, and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD CHRISTIANS HAVE TO SUFFER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many modern- day evangelistic efforts have promised sinners unending peace, joy, a home in heaven, and a prosperous life between here and there, if they will simply come to Jesus. That kind of preaching, stripped of the call to discipleship and cross bearing, has produced a generation of soft, flabby "disciples" who have no stomach for the battles of the Christian life. When their hopes are dashed by the inevitable trials and tribulations, they whimper and whine and make a dash for the quickest escape route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By convincing us that our suffering is undeserved or unnecessary, the Enemy succeeds in getting us to resent and resist the will and purposes of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message that was preached by the Lord Jesus Himself and by the apostles who followed Him was a call to take up the cross; it was a call to sign up for battle; it was a call to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostle Paul taught that suffering is an essential course in God's curriculum for all believers: "We must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God" (Acts 14:22).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Mathews served as a missionary in China from 1938-49, when the Communists took control. He was one of the last China Inland Mission missionaries to leave China in 1953, after being held under house arrest for four years with his wife and daughter. His writings relfect a commitment to self-denial and a willingness to embrace the plan and purposes of God in suffering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We tend to look at the circumstances of life in terms of what they may do to our cherished hopes and convenience, and we shape our decisions and reactions accordingly. When a problem threatens, we rush to God, not to seek his perspective, but to ask him to deflect the trouble. Our self- concern takes priority over whatever it is that God might be trying to do thorugh the trouble....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An escapist generation reads security, prosperity, and physical well- being as evidences of God's blessing. Thus when he puts suffering and afflictions into our hands, we misread his signals and misinterpret his intentions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not trust the heart and intentions of God, we will naturally resist suffering. But, as seventeenth- century Puritan author William Law exhorts us, we must learn to welcome and embrace suffering as a pathway to sanctification and a doorway into greater intimacy with God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Receive every inward and outward trouble, every disappointment, pain, uneasiness, temptation, darkness, and desolation, with both thy hands, as a true opportunity and blessed occasion of dying to self, and entering into a fuller fellowship with thy self- denying, suffering Saviour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is, God is far more interested in our holiness than in our immediate, temporal happiness-- He knows that apart from being holy, we can never be truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is, it is impossible to be holy apart from suffering. Even Jesus Himself, during His years here on earth, was in some unexplainable way made "perfect through suffering" (Hebrews 2:10); and "although he was a son, he learned obedience from what he suffered" (Hebrews 5:8). We say we want to be like Jesus, and then we resist the very instrument God chooses to fulfill that desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the New Testament authors recognized that there is a redemptive, sanctifying fruit that cannot be produced in our lives apart from suffering. In fact, Peter goes as far as to insist that suffering is our calling-- not just for some select group of Christian leaders or martyrs but for every child of God: "To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps" (1 Peter 2:21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True joy is not the absence of pain but the sanctifying, sustaining presence of the Lord Jesus in the midst of the pain. Through the whole process, whether it be a matter of days, weeks, months, or years, we have His promise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast."&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nancy Leigh Demoss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-9107558509118039427?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/9107558509118039427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=9107558509118039427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/9107558509118039427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/9107558509118039427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/03/hanon-and-headaches.html' title='Hanon hurts my hands, and self-pity my heart...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-937148590619489537</id><published>2008-03-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:34:52.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XnAjGHD0I/AAAAAAAAADA/3eMBmDlN4hE/s1600-h/102_7202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XnAjGHD0I/AAAAAAAAADA/3eMBmDlN4hE/s200/102_7202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180800942966509378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XnBTGHD1I/AAAAAAAAADI/gLdIOgBLB28/s1600-h/102_7189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XnBTGHD1I/AAAAAAAAADI/gLdIOgBLB28/s200/102_7189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180800955851411282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of the craft room... I took them tonight and there was no natural light to work with, so they are not THE BEST, but they will work for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmFTGHDvI/AAAAAAAAACY/hkp3EQqk-zY/s1600-h/102_7187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmFTGHDvI/AAAAAAAAACY/hkp3EQqk-zY/s200/102_7187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180799925059260146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmFjGHDwI/AAAAAAAAACg/JP5jHHJ1XoQ/s1600-h/102_7191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmFjGHDwI/AAAAAAAAACg/JP5jHHJ1XoQ/s200/102_7191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180799929354227458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmFzGHDxI/AAAAAAAAACo/UesE36oLQ9U/s1600-h/102_7194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmFzGHDxI/AAAAAAAAACo/UesE36oLQ9U/s200/102_7194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180799933649194770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmGjGHDyI/AAAAAAAAACw/3YunkKVcuNA/s1600-h/102_7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmGjGHDyI/AAAAAAAAACw/3YunkKVcuNA/s200/102_7214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180799946534096674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmGzGHDzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iH_M3rbL_do/s1600-h/102_7191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XmGzGHDzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iH_M3rbL_do/s200/102_7191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180799950829063986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have so much homework to finish that I'm really fighting against being completely overwhelmed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of that! Tomorrow is a great reminder about ALL the things we have to be thankful for!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God's wrath through him! For if, when we were God's enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life! Not only is this so, but we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation."&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:6-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-937148590619489537?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/937148590619489537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=937148590619489537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/937148590619489537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/937148590619489537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break...'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R-XnAjGHD0I/AAAAAAAAADA/3eMBmDlN4hE/s72-c/102_7202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-483656882911707811</id><published>2008-03-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:50:18.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news... Katie is a music major again!</title><content type='html'>four days and counting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-483656882911707811?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/483656882911707811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=483656882911707811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/483656882911707811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/483656882911707811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-other-news-katie-is-music-major.html' title='In other news... Katie is a music major again!'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-9110617140948376372</id><published>2008-03-07T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:34:52.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R9GNJYxvINI/AAAAAAAAABk/p6UATjrS-tk/s1600-h/Photo+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R9GNJYxvINI/AAAAAAAAABk/p6UATjrS-tk/s320/Photo+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175072639234810066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is screaming spring outside! And I am... inside! Friday is screaming, "let me out of class"! Friday does not know of my three remaning classes or the fact that I have a 10 page paper to write before tonight... or the large amount of music theory I have to catch up on. Friday knows nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;In other news, yesterday we began putting the set together for our play, Pride and Prejudice. Most of the girls are having their dresses made in period style- mine is gray! &lt;br /&gt;At the moment we are watching The Barber of Seville in class. Wednesday we watched The Pirates of Penzance. I think Pirates is one of the only operas I can say I really like!&lt;br /&gt;NNU is in the process of picking a new president, and the Board of Trustees should have made a decision by tonight. There is quite the air of excitement over here, between the presidential search, the South Pacific performances, and Spring's grand enterance; which brings me back to my original dilemma- I'M INSIDE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-9110617140948376372?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/9110617140948376372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=9110617140948376372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/9110617140948376372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/9110617140948376372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring.html' title='SPRING!'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R9GNJYxvINI/AAAAAAAAABk/p6UATjrS-tk/s72-c/Photo+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-8850071437667681416</id><published>2008-02-22T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:46:59.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atheists and Snow</title><content type='html'>It is snowing outside, and that officially makes me a sad person... I woke up this morning and was so excited to look out the window and see the beautiful sun, the grass, and the people bustling about trying to get to class, and all I saw was a much unwanted winter wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my research writing/critical thinking class, we have been reading various articles and discussing them, and one of the articles we read last week was an excerpt from Christopher Hitchens book, "God is Not Great- How Religion Poisions Everything." Consequently, it was extremely interesting to find this email from Stand to Reason in my inbox this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "New" Atheists&lt;br /&gt;There has been an attack on religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Hitchens, God Is Not Great--How Religion Poisons&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Dennett, Breaking the Spell--Religion as Natural&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion&lt;br /&gt;Sam Harris, The End of Faith--Religion, Terror, and the Future of&lt;br /&gt;Reason and Letter to a Christian Nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are really angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing new about the "new" atheism,&lt;br /&gt;except the attitude.  The new twist:  Theists are dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is one of the world's great evils, comparable to&lt;br /&gt;the smallpox virus but harder to eradicate," writes Richard&lt;br /&gt;Dawkins, author of The God Delusion. "Religion is capable of&lt;br /&gt;driving people to such dangerous folly that faith seems to me to&lt;br /&gt;qualify as a kind of mental illness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Sam Harris, author of The End of Faith, religion is so&lt;br /&gt;bad it should be eradicated just like slavery was eradicated: "I&lt;br /&gt;would be the first to admit that the prospects for eradicating&lt;br /&gt;religion in our time do not seem good. Still the same could have been&lt;br /&gt;said about efforts to abolish slavery at the end of the eighteenth&lt;br /&gt;century."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These writers have tremendous emotional appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two aspects of dealing with these new aggressive atheists (both are&lt;br /&gt;hard):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The argument&lt;br /&gt;2.  The interplay, the gamesmanship, the footwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding number two: I can dispatch a good portion of Christopher&lt;br /&gt;Hitchens's analysis of religion with one statement: &lt;br /&gt;Ridicule (or sneering, or swearing) is not an argument.  Hitchens&lt;br /&gt;regularly employs ad hominems, red herrings, hasty generalizations,&lt;br /&gt;ridicule,  and fallacies of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument is a little different. The details and claims are&lt;br /&gt;important.  You have probably heard this statement thrown around&lt;br /&gt;pretty regularly today:  More wars have been fought and more&lt;br /&gt;blood as been shed in the name of religion than anything else. It is&lt;br /&gt;the greatest cause of evil in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are four quick points to correct the record. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.str.org/site/R?i=qYTe6NSYQH5s3fxkwPQF5w..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the crimes themselves have often been misconstrued or&lt;br /&gt;exaggerated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the greatest evil in the world has actually come from those&lt;br /&gt;who deny God's existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Christianity cannot be held responsible when Christians do&lt;br /&gt;un-Christian things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Christianity's real record of good is without peer in&lt;br /&gt;world history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity, properly understood, is a cause for good and not evil in&lt;br /&gt;the world. The problem isn't religion; it's religious&lt;br /&gt;error: either false religion, or true religion improperly or&lt;br /&gt;inconsistently applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evidence gets to one of the standard argument that these new&lt;br /&gt;atheists put forward. But to stand against them you need the skill of&lt;br /&gt;an ambassador to see through the smokescreen of their attitude. &lt;br /&gt;Employ the tactic "Just the Facts, Ma'am" when the critic makes&lt;br /&gt;factual claims.  Often, it's easy to correct these with a little&lt;br /&gt;research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently spoke about the "new atheists" at The Masters Series in&lt;br /&gt;Christian Thought and offered an approach and rebuttal to both their&lt;br /&gt;attitudes and arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be "steamrolled" by the aggressive attitude and overstated&lt;br /&gt;claims.  Focus on the argument and claims they offer.  I'm&lt;br /&gt;confident if you practice the skills of a good ambassador, you can&lt;br /&gt;show that Christianity is rational and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Koukl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-8850071437667681416?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8850071437667681416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=8850071437667681416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/8850071437667681416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/8850071437667681416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/02/atheists-and-snow.html' title='Atheists and Snow'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-1617822482880529849</id><published>2008-02-20T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:34:53.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music History Class Makes Me Hungry</title><content type='html'>I feel bad when I get excited class is getting out early or is canceled... when a professor is sick. But really, I have to admit it makes my school day so much easier!!! I have had two classes end 45 minutes early and another canceled due to two different professors feeling ill/ lacking a voice. In a very unselfish way, I am happy for me. :) And sad for them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I have a HUGE pyschology test, one that I'm going to be studying for every spare minute of my day today! I really need to do well on this test, there is just so much information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracy is going to come spend the night with me tonight, and I'm only sad that I have to do homework instead of doing fun things with her... not that homework isn't my favorite thing to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things continue to be overwhelming without constantly dwelling on God's grace and how thankful I am for the things He has put in my life (for a reason!!!). I was reminded yet again of Romans 8 yesterday and I know that 1. I love God with ALL my heart, and 2. He HAS CALLED ME according to His purpose... Therefore: All things WILL WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD!!! What a great promise to stand on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of overwhelming, our production of Pride and Prejudice at the end of March is looming up before all cast members and director, and we are staring at it thinking, "HOW IN THE WORLD are we going to get this ready by then?!?!" We still have sets to make, costumes to design, parts to memorize, the WHOLE thing!!! I have a feeling that we will be putting in MANY extra hours!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple pictures that highlight my first couple months of second semester... (they all have to do with cold/snow... PLEASE COME SPRING!!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3o8SYPuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QhjwpoxIlro/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3o8SYPuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QhjwpoxIlro/s400/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169138017576173282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3pcSYPvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/p44yahz3Y5c/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3pcSYPvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/p44yahz3Y5c/s400/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169138026166107890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3qcSYPwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Ef5BhXD8Es/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3qcSYPwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Ef5BhXD8Es/s400/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169138043345977090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3q8SYPxI/AAAAAAAAABE/vzTO8JLUq-g/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3q8SYPxI/AAAAAAAAABE/vzTO8JLUq-g/s400/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169138051935911698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3rMSYPyI/AAAAAAAAABM/fwx99pv4GQQ/s1600-h/s690720436_2292897_47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3rMSYPyI/AAAAAAAAABM/fwx99pv4GQQ/s400/s690720436_2292897_47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169138056230879010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-1617822482880529849?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1617822482880529849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=1617822482880529849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/1617822482880529849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/1617822482880529849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-history-class-makes-me-hungry.html' title='Music History Class Makes Me Hungry'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/R7x3o8SYPuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QhjwpoxIlro/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-4216293349090102617</id><published>2008-01-14T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:27:04.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back at school and all I can think about is how much fun I had with my family over break- I miss them so much! Classes are going really well, even though my days are very long and my homework load is way bigger than last semester, but I like it that way! :)&lt;br /&gt;I will post more in detail tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-4216293349090102617?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4216293349090102617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=4216293349090102617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4216293349090102617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4216293349090102617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138199309680807483.post-4079473919645558314</id><published>2008-01-05T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:13:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Another year, and yet another blog for the girl who has 100 different passwords and 6 different blogs she can't access. It seems that I have already destroyed one of my non- existent New Year's Resolutions (#221- no more blogging and I mean it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this blog is to update those who love me, and yes even those who don't, about my goings on in life, and at college more specifically. It is so hard to keep in contact, but I hope this is a reasonable and creative way that I can keep things up. Even better, after reading my posts, if you think you might just want to talk to me instead of my picture, we can get together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, enjoy my random stories, updates, quotes, and pictures. And- let the joy of the Lord be your strength!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8138199309680807483-4079473919645558314?l=girlgoneglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4079473919645558314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8138199309680807483&amp;postID=4079473919645558314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4079473919645558314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8138199309680807483/posts/default/4079473919645558314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneglad.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>girlgoneglad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714091674197915065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxejyi3Nwbc/S4N4yVdGvwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YnKYTU4w5To/S220/22577_531305458084_64300146_31534570_4059068_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
