<?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-6825616436179916739</id><updated>2011-10-04T13:55:32.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the road before us</title><subtitle type='html'>let's walk it together</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-4808641885229363600</id><published>2010-11-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:46:54.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's given is given away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I thought it would be hard to believe in, but it's not hard at all&lt;br /&gt;         To believe I've sinned&lt;br /&gt;         And fallen short&lt;br /&gt;         Of the glory of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's not asking me to change in my joy for martyrdom&lt;br /&gt;         He's asking to take my place&lt;br /&gt;         To stand in the gap that I have formed&lt;br /&gt;         With His real amazing grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's not just a sign or a sacrament&lt;br /&gt;         It's not just a metaphor for love&lt;br /&gt;         The blood is real and it's not just a symbol of our faith"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;so often i have this very convicting thought that lays heavy on my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jesus just wants in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;His blood was shed for a price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He traded His life so that i might catch even a glimpse of the Glory he knows so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;by denying him entry and attempting to navigate rough roads alone, i am left in a horrible spot that leaves me behaving as though i've never understood the voice of God - that i have never heard Him speak gently to me, guiding me into a peace that He created for us all to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;feeling as though i am "entitled" to things is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's such an ugly thing - such a human instinct.&lt;br /&gt;what a lie it is. i am entitled to nothing. i am from the dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;all that i have, all that i have yet to acquire, every human that i am in relationship with, all the places i've been...all of it is not mine to take ownership of. they are all gifts and a healthy response is gratitude and humbleness. while i am not to take ownership of these things, i am also not to hold so closely to them as to not share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;what i have been given, i have been created to give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;a continuous outpouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;this how Christ lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave and gave and gave until He ended up being crucified by those who were too prideful to see any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; maybe we shy away from the message of the cross at times not just because it's more culturally "relevant" to speak of other elements of the faith but because we too are filled with a pride to truly think and dwell about such a humbling sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-4808641885229363600?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/4808641885229363600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-given-is-given-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/4808641885229363600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/4808641885229363600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-given-is-given-away.html' title='what&apos;s given is given away.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-1710436338021440125</id><published>2010-11-18T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:36:42.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we will never be the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people use blogs for different reasons, so many reasons, good and bad. their thoughts, their ideas, their dislikes, their politics, their recipes, their pictures of their ridiculously cute animals...whatever it may be, they have the freedom to do. depending on who you are and how long you've known me and how long you've been following me in the blog world, you'll know that my &lt;a href="http://www.thenlightappeared.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog history&lt;/a&gt; is one that is personal. i've share the world around me, i've share the world inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my previous blog was primarily my writings from my time in uganda in 2008. my was exploding in so many different ways and i couldn't seem to do justice to all that was happening. i felt pain and struggle. i was joy and redemption. i felt conviction and for the first time, i knew romantic love with a man. my writings reflected my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has changed since then. such a drastic change..i could never have dreamed of it. i returned from uganda, attempted to adjust, got engaged, got married, moved to canada and lived there for the first 14+ months of our marriage and now i [we] have come back stateside - - all in less than 21 months. if you've followed me/my blogs since my time in uganda, you'll know that the number of posts has dropped...significantly. theres a reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[here goes vulnerable for the sake of growth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage has taken us by storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a storm can be a hard place to write from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;marriage has shaken me to the core and revealed more about myself than i could have fathomed.&lt;br /&gt;God has purpose in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being married to josh has been one of the best gifts i have ever received but it hasn't come without some serious revelation and some serious stretching and some serious hard moments for us. God has always intended for josh to hold my heart on this earth, no doubt about it. but for us, the coming together of two separate lives and personalities into one hasn't happened as smoothly as we perhaps envisioned it. our humanness shows up every morning and it has a really nasty habit of showing its ugly self to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this man with my entire heart. if he left my side, i fear my heart would break every new morning. [i'm learning dependence IS ok]  i love him, i fight for him, i want to see him chase his heart dreams. i'd give anything for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that said -- i guess you could say we had no 'honeymoon stage' of marriage. we got right down into it. God began a long and hard work in our marriage. tough questions. new realities. expectations. miscommunications. it seemed that all around me were happy couples. newlyweds without fault. i felt as though something was 'wrong'. in my own heart, i felt as though our hard times made us the outcasts - the ones who didn't 'fit' the newlywed stereotype. i started believing those lies you hear when you're down. guilt crept in. i kept my heart to myself, i kept quiet. my lips didn't speak much, my fingers didn't write much. i didn't necessarily act like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was perfect, but i do admit to leaving out what i thought was the 'bad' and the 'ugly'. i carried a weight. i was often confused about what to write in a blog. i wanted to write from my heart but with the guilt i felt, came a fear. what if i was honest. what would they think? [if you were to ask me who 'they' were, i don't think i would have even had an answer. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through it all, good and bad, God has been fighting for me. for us. fighting to break into my heart and bring light to this situation. i often felt/feel him wanting to speak truth about our reality, about guilt, about honesty, about how what we're experiencing is actually quite normal. my heart has been fighting to hear - fighting hard to hear more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt;. there are moments that are dark. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;. there are also moments where freedom feels real and understand comes..and these moments are increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this past weekend happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was at that moment, standing in that place, in that beautiful church that it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the start, He was there. and at the end, He'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and because of that - i'm different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in those moments, a bit of clarity came to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God called josh and i into this marriage and i will never be the same because of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what God intended to reveal - to shake up - to change is being done&lt;br /&gt;and i am changing because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; we had of marriage &amp;amp; turned it into a living breathing thing in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;we will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often take for granted what's been given to me.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i take this precious gift of a husband and a marriage and i twist it in my own little world the way i see fit. i have damaged, i have hurt, i have gone too far, i have spoken words i do not mean, i have blatantly disrespected the very man God saw fit to lead me through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"and after all my hands have wrought, He forgives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he forgives. forgives. forgives. forgives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and after all falls apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He repairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he loves me so much that even after all i have done, he cares to repair.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't leave me orphaned; to fend for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he enters &amp;amp; he offers redemption for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus Christ offers sweet redemption to us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redemption. what a FULL word.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there were scars before my scars&lt;br /&gt;love written on the hands that hung the stars&lt;br /&gt;hope living in the blood that was spilled for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so here i am - open wide.&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure out to accept this grace and offer of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Gods love is strong. God supplies us with His love.&lt;br /&gt;God is love and love IS real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to say now.&lt;br /&gt;so many more words to help form the above jumbled thoughts into more complete thoughts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are loved, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-1710436338021440125?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-7858343273060279424</id><published>2010-09-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:41:30.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>longtime</title><content type='html'>hard&lt;br /&gt;crappy&lt;br /&gt;crummy&lt;br /&gt;confusing&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of these situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;honor&lt;br /&gt;look up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wonderful husband more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage takes me by storm sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but it's a storm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt; going to see through day after day after day&lt;br /&gt;because i was called into this marriage&lt;br /&gt;and a covenant was made between God and Josh and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture that God gives us of our eternal relationship with Him is the perfect example of how i view our marriage. in my mess of a life, God chooses me. over and over. and so it is for that reason [and many others] that i choose Josh over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God truly is our best example in all areas of life.&lt;br /&gt;walking [or trying to] with Him just makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fall colored flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TJmIuXlTRpI/AAAAAAAAATM/6XRUwWM6-Mw/s1600/fall-wedding-ideas-fall-bouquet-2_s600x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything has changed.&lt;br /&gt;traveling to africa is no longer a plan right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life changes so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i like that, other times it drives me NUTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-2264958703934019458?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/2264958703934019458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-has-changed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2264958703934019458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2264958703934019458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-6655680034560533526</id><published>2010-08-06T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:21:57.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's unknown but it's also okay.</title><content type='html'>i just don't understand things sometimes. and i know that's okay. and i know it's part of life. but that doesn't mean contentment comes automatically, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i had such a good grasp of what life would look like for us in the near future. but then...all of a sudden, we think something changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in calgary is coming to a close, we both know that.&lt;br /&gt;but we don't know where we'll be after calgary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;africa is always an option.&lt;br /&gt;kansas city is always an option.&lt;br /&gt;the northwest is always an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could flippantly choose any of these but we want guidance.&lt;br /&gt;we want there to be purpose &amp;amp; reason behind our move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got married, we were obviously very aware that we came from different countries. but it's a whole new reality when we actually come to face the music: we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to go through immigration. i admit that we have avoided actually acknowledging this but it's rearing it's ugly little head lately. it is inevitable that we'll have to go through the immigration process for either him or i. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's unavoidable&lt;/span&gt;. so we have to pretty much make the decision of "when". now or later? africa first or usa first? maybe there is a compromise. maybe we can get the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are seeking direction. we are exploring. we are coming to terms that life may look different than we imagined it would...even from 2 weeks ago. we are praying. we'd love for you to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being gone for 2 1/2 weeks, i returned to calgary tuesday evening.&lt;br /&gt;so many good good things happened in my travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love of my life got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engaged&lt;/span&gt; to the love[r] of her life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxAhE0myRI/AAAAAAAAARk/uuzXtVIcHlk/s1600/39512_769112595201_17022221_42639139_6861468_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxAhE0myRI/AAAAAAAAARk/uuzXtVIcHlk/s400/39512_769112595201_17022221_42639139_6861468_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502343781714151698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxAhWTsP0I/AAAAAAAAARs/aiy_6mWONp4/s1600/40265_769112525341_17022221_42639135_336679_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxAhWTsP0I/AAAAAAAAARs/aiy_6mWONp4/s400/40265_769112525341_17022221_42639135_336679_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502343786407935810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love of my life got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; to the love[r] of her life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxBdwg8S1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/N5rVsW7NIlM/s1600/38844_769112056281_17022221_42639126_278845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxBdwg8S1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/N5rVsW7NIlM/s400/38844_769112056281_17022221_42639126_278845_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502344824234986322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxBeSJ5VSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0r5R0Yx1ir4/s1600/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxBeSJ5VSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0r5R0Yx1ir4/s400/kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502344833265128738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxBzHh6SEI/AAAAAAAAASE/4RPJtImtK9A/s1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxBzHh6SEI/AAAAAAAAASE/4RPJtImtK9A/s400/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502345191190317122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{what a blessing to be part of that day...to share in their JOY}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful that people i love and miss got to spend TIME together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxCin1_uOI/AAAAAAAAASk/q7DgLa-disI/s1600/38923_769112714961_17022221_42639151_6121640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxCin1_uOI/AAAAAAAAASk/q7DgLa-disI/s400/38923_769112714961_17022221_42639151_6121640_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502346007318345954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxCiJwgJFI/AAAAAAAAASc/HbrV-vxbA2s/s1600/38923_769112709971_17022221_42639150_1083638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxCiJwgJFI/AAAAAAAAASc/HbrV-vxbA2s/s400/38923_769112709971_17022221_42639150_1083638_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502345999242241106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxCh0-RgCI/AAAAAAAAASU/EYiYfkke-_4/s1600/38923_769112704981_17022221_42639149_1859097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxCh0-RgCI/AAAAAAAAASU/EYiYfkke-_4/s400/38923_769112704981_17022221_42639149_1859097_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502345993662857250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxChveI4qI/AAAAAAAAASM/pRM6MoSzGS8/s1600/38902_769112555281_17022221_42639137_1508115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxChveI4qI/AAAAAAAAASM/pRM6MoSzGS8/s400/38902_769112555281_17022221_42639137_1508115_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502345992185897634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankful to spend a week away from everything in florida with this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxDO1aZX9I/AAAAAAAAASs/lTRqpe5LCh8/s1600/39075_769115669041_17022221_42639207_4640927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxDO1aZX9I/AAAAAAAAASs/lTRqpe5LCh8/s400/39075_769115669041_17022221_42639207_4640927_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502346766874927058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxDkngL2YI/AAAAAAAAAS8/F_bxSqL4mQU/s1600/39909_769115514351_17022221_42639193_2909634_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxDkngL2YI/AAAAAAAAAS8/F_bxSqL4mQU/s400/39909_769115514351_17022221_42639193_2909634_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502347141098232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we're back. here in the great north.&lt;br /&gt;seeking and waiting and anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom comes on sunday for a week. we're going to beautiful british columbia. i'm so thankful that joshs job has allowed him such flexibility and that they have such a sweet vacation time pay system. so thankful for that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and did i mention that tomorrow is our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one year anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of marriage?&lt;br /&gt;what an intense year.&lt;br /&gt;growing. learning. struggling. patience. awakening. fun.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we'll celebrate by spending the day in banff, alberta.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait. he's the best husband i could ever ever have.&lt;br /&gt;[and he's really really handsome]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-6655680034560533526?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/6655680034560533526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-unknown-but-its-also-okay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6655680034560533526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6655680034560533526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-unknown-but-its-also-okay.html' title='it&apos;s unknown but it&apos;s also okay.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TFxAhE0myRI/AAAAAAAAARk/uuzXtVIcHlk/s72-c/39512_769112595201_17022221_42639139_6861468_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-7896507107344485279</id><published>2010-07-16T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:16:37.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daisy love</title><content type='html'>my words cannot express what my heart is feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://prayfordaisy.com/"&gt;please pray for this sweet sweet little girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not understand things such as this..&lt;br /&gt;but i know that the hand of God hasn't left her body.&lt;br /&gt;we, as the Church, are responsible for our own.&lt;br /&gt;lets pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-7896507107344485279?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/7896507107344485279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/07/daisy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/7896507107344485279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/7896507107344485279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/07/daisy-love.html' title='daisy love'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-8461711398801799226</id><published>2010-07-13T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:55:45.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the same.</title><content type='html'>there are situations in life where i don't seem to be able to find words to express my sympathy...my empathy...my confusion...my deep deep sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bj3ibm95zzc"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; has helped me express &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/world/africa/10593771.stm"&gt;this event&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all i can seem to think or say is 'may Gods love be with you'&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it from the very depths of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people read of news stories like this and they don't really give it much thought. i will admit that i am slightly biased towards anything that comes out of uganda but i will say that i find something to be a bit off when an AM news radio station spends 20 seconds talking about bombings in uganda and then spends 4 or 5 minutes talking about a pancake feed that is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad put it all too well when he said&lt;br /&gt;"it's there. and we're here. it's another world for most people unfortunately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad, you've got it. it is viewed as a separate world. a different planet. most find that it doesn't bother them, that they can very easily separate and remove themselvesselves from things like this. aren't we supposed to 'weep with those who weep'? aren't we at least supposed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; to connect with their suffering and their burdens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the answers to all of these things. not in any way. but i do know that Jesus cares about what happens in our neighborhoods &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what happens all over the world. and that means we need to learn to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;. deeply, genuinely, unselfishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i continue to explore what life may look like in a couple of months. slowly we're getting [we think] a clearer picture of what may be coming our way. we are excited! nothing is set in stone right now but when things become a bit more definite, we'll be happy to share details. until then, we pray. we hope. we seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave in less than 5 days for kansas and i couldn't be happier. i'll be spending a week and a half in kansas and then a week in florida. and then my mom comes for a week! i can't wait for these couple of weeks to start. surrounding by friends and family. seeing 2 good friends get married. my dads birthday. spending my 23rd birthday with friends and family. spending a week away and relaxing with joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful that the Lord is providing me with this upcoming month.&lt;br /&gt;lets do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in all things we know that we are more than conquerors."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-8461711398801799226?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-6732265537994083878</id><published>2010-06-30T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:58:08.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because sometimes...you just want him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was worn out. i was tired. i was exhausted. my mind kept going and going about how tired i was and i thought i was just ready for the day to be OVER with. but i think, as i was driving, i tapped into something deeper. something that i haven't tapped into in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlie hall's song, come for me, was playing and i found that i was singing my little heart out. and then i played the song again. and again. and again. [sometimes being outside city limits has it's perks...it makes car rides longer] today, in my exhaustion, i wasn't wanting to sit down. i wasn't wanting to put my feet up. i wasn't wanting a drink. i wasn't wanting any of these things. it was after singing the line a couple of times that i realized how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt; the words were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you'll come again with a shout, like a thief in the night you'll come riding on clouds...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; the Voice i have followed for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has a glorious face that is lit up with light&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, past all the physical and mental distractions, my heart was aching for Jesus..to come, rescue my heart. to bring peace. in that moment, that is what i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; longing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these things that i hear or read,&lt;br /&gt;these things that cause a bit of [holy?] rage in this heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;these things that are realities that can't be avoided...&lt;br /&gt;this thing i call my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conscience &lt;/span&gt;actually isn't a conscience.&lt;br /&gt;it's the voice that i follow. it's the voice i long for. it's the voice that leads me.&lt;br /&gt;it's the voice of the One who is strong and full of all Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today when i was worn out, i sang with hope.&lt;br /&gt;knowing that one day, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt; will have a face.&lt;br /&gt;all he will restore all things to new.&lt;br /&gt;and hurt and pain and injustice will be a memory.&lt;br /&gt;one day light will be shining and no eye will be able to look away.&lt;br /&gt;and i look forward to that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until that day...we sing. we hope. we pray like mad.&lt;br /&gt;we act. we advocate. we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raise awareness&lt;/span&gt;. we proclaim beauty.&lt;br /&gt;and we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt;...because the hands and feet of Jesus need to spread wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2097&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;p   s   a   l   m   97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-6732265537994083878?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/6732265537994083878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-sometimesyou-just-want-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6732265537994083878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6732265537994083878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-sometimesyou-just-want-him.html' title='because sometimes...you just want him.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-9010798440148479836</id><published>2010-06-29T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:01:42.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bless you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may God bless you&lt;/span&gt; with anger at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;injustice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oppression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exploitation  of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you may work for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peace" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;franciscan  benediction&lt;/span&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TCn8lDRYrkI/AAAAAAAAARc/oFyMeSbMcE4/s1600/af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TCn8lDRYrkI/AAAAAAAAARc/oFyMeSbMcE4/s400/af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488195334391246402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[julie, janet, winnie]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-9010798440148479836?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/9010798440148479836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/bless-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/9010798440148479836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/9010798440148479836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/bless-you.html' title='bless you.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TCn8lDRYrkI/AAAAAAAAARc/oFyMeSbMcE4/s72-c/af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-5749148827536327019</id><published>2010-06-28T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:57:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we will remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of light and shadow&lt;br /&gt;O the joy and O the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;O the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet will He bring&lt;br /&gt;Dark to light&lt;br /&gt;And yet will He bring&lt;br /&gt;Day from night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When shadows fall on us &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not fear &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all seems lost&lt;br /&gt;When we're thrown and we're tossed&lt;br /&gt;We remember the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We rest in Him &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadow of the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---david crowder band [shadows]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resting is really hard at times. it almost seems impossible at times for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;not resting physically. i can do that i think.&lt;br /&gt;but resting in all the things that God is. all the things that He has promised and given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honesty: in the midst of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardest&lt;/span&gt;, most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;challenging&lt;/span&gt; and most &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fruitful&lt;/span&gt; relationships [marriage, anyone?] i don't seem to fully know how to rest in the hand and ways of God and understand that my justification is NOT as important as grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though those closest to me would definitely agree with this word to describe me:&lt;br /&gt;determined. if my mind is on something, i do. i go for it. why hold back?&lt;br /&gt;i am determined -truly by the grace of God- to gain a better understanding of Gods purpose.&lt;br /&gt;i am determined to CHANGE and heaven knows, it won't be on my own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know the LORD is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right  beside me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;psalm 16.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he's commanded that i be strong and courageous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20corinthians%2010:24&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;and sometimes courage comes in the form of denying yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TCiopu-yl1I/AAAAAAAAARM/qUwmWnK2DQY/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TCiopu-yl1I/AAAAAAAAARM/qUwmWnK2DQY/s400/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487821580890445650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps - who saw the Germans kick butt yesterday in the world cup?&lt;br /&gt;here's my own little German...love him (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-5749148827536327019?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/5749148827536327019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-will-remember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/5749148827536327019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/5749148827536327019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-will-remember.html' title='we will remember.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TCiopu-yl1I/AAAAAAAAARM/qUwmWnK2DQY/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-6033335858145535143</id><published>2010-06-25T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:06:03.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those forgetful things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Aware of their discussion, Jesus asked, "You of little faith, why are you talking among yourselves about having no bread? Do you still not understand? Don't you remember the five loaves for the five thousand, and how many basketfuls you gathered? Or the seven loaves for the four thousand, and how many basketfuls you gathered? How is it you don't understand that I was not talking to you about bread? But be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees." Then they understood that he was not telling them to guard against the yeast used in bread, but against the teaching of the Pharisees and Sadducees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i can't tell you how many times in a DAY God is saying to me 'don't you REMEMBER?? don't you REMEMBER how GOOD i was to then and how GOOD i'm going to be to you now?  don't you remember when i've already done in your life...don't forget all i've done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the disciples forgot so easily that just in the previous days God had turned a meager amount of food into enough to feed thousands. thousands. THOUSANDS. he fed thousands. i have seen God make a pot of beans seem quite endless in uganda. and yet often...i forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i don't want to forget the things God has done. i want to remember them, think upon them and be gracious. i want to have an attitude that is grateful. i don't want to be so wrapped up in the here and now and i forget the then and WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i have been so challenged and inspired by the story of this woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;keepdancingamy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;here is the connection...one of my best friends, katie, is dating dave. dave is in a band. jonny is daves bandmate. [strange enough, jonny and i were in the same public speaking class my first semester of college]. jonny is married to a beautiful woman named amy. here is the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://keepdancingamy.com/?paged=5"&gt;story story story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the strength and trust that jonny has in the Lord for the life of his wife is challenging me and taking me to a new level of understanding of the pure goodness of the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it brings my heart to my knees in encouragement and humbleness and conviction on a pretty much daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;along with many others, i thank God for the continued life of amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it can only mean that greater things are to come for jonny and her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;their story makes me never want to take josh for granted ever again...&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we have lived our lives by the assumption that what was good for us would be good for the world. we have been wrong. we must change our lives so that it will be possible to live by the contrary assumption, that what is good for the world will be good for us. and that requires that we make the effort to know the world and learn what is good for it. -wendellberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;things are happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;not as important as the LIFE changes, i'm considering another tattoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yeeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-6033335858145535143?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/6033335858145535143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/those-forgetful-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6033335858145535143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6033335858145535143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/those-forgetful-things.html' title='those forgetful things.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-3876697610259264052</id><published>2010-06-17T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:41:21.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we choose not to coast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that day Jesus went out of the house and was sitting by the sea and large crowds gathered to Him, so He got  into a boat and sat down, and the whole crowd was standing on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and He spoke many things to  them in parables, saying, "Behold, the sower went out to sow;and as he sowed, some seeds fell beside the  road, and the birds came and ate them up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;others fell on the rocky places, where they  did not have much soil; and immediately they sprang up, because they had  no depth of soil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but when  the sun had risen, they were scorched; and because they had no root,  they withered away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;others  fell among the thorns, and the thorns came up and choked them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and others fell on the good soil and yielded  a crop, some a hundredfold, some sixty, and some thirty. he who has ears, let him hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew 13.1-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i hinted at in my previous post, josh and i are being moved toward some life changes in the upcoming weeks...months...years? as i read these words that were spoken by Jesus to huge crowds, i came to a different understanding of this passage.  these verses are often taught to be a parable about the message of salvation...the message of God's grace, the message of redemption. the different soils are similar to the conditions of our hearts, how readily we accept the Word...yeah? but yesterday, as i was reading...something different came over my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[never downplaying the message of redemption towards God...] we receive many "words" from God in our life that stretch beyond salvation but very similarly we have the same options in front of us as to how we respond to these words. will the words and guidance God speaks over us be received on good soil? or will rocks and thorns be present? do we chose to hear, accept and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that word or will we simply choose to 'coast' on the easier words of Christ and not do the things which we know we ought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it would be one thing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for us to ignore this word we've received from the Spirit. it would be one thing if we insisted that it "makes more sense" to stay here. [but trust us, it doesn't make more sense to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;, as much as it doesn't make sense to this culture] it's an entirely different thing if we accept this word as GOOD and if we choose to, in obedience to His voice, follow it wherever it may lead. it's an entirely different thing if we choose and seek to have the ways of the Lord be played out in ways that require great faith and &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Thessalonians+3:5&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;perseverance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a step of faith. a big one. one that many think wouldn't come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this "early"&lt;/span&gt; in our marriage but josh and i believe that there is a certain urgency in the world today. some receive clear words to stay in north america to be the hands and feet but if we are confident that we're being beckoned to a different land to be the hands and the feet of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as if our life hasn't been crazy enough in the past year, i think it's about to get a little bit crazier...a different kind of crazy though. one filled with much faith, anticipation, listening and believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"the ongoing narrative of each of our lives is what binds us all  together. through the power of story, our hearts are opened to the  plight of others and we are compelled to respond."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is what josh and i are wanting to live out...&lt;br /&gt;a healthy response to those around us in the light and love and motivation of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TBol3i4WB3I/AAAAAAAAARE/jb-LST35rs4/s1600/janet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TBol3i4WB3I/AAAAAAAAARE/jb-LST35rs4/s400/janet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483737132463163250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-3876697610259264052?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/3876697610259264052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-choose-not-to-coast.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/3876697610259264052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/3876697610259264052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-choose-not-to-coast.html' title='we choose not to coast.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/TBol3i4WB3I/AAAAAAAAARE/jb-LST35rs4/s72-c/janet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-2288744940908101113</id><published>2010-06-10T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:06:51.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urgency &amp; the wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;written word is an expression that is completely unique to that one person. it's an honest look at what they think, what they may be feeling, what they seek or desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua,  palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial,  verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new  roman, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought,  this in turn makes us think more deeply about life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree with this. writing makes me slow down, makes me think about what is going on...makes me think about the deeper things that are going on in my head, heart, mind, marriage, friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession: i have avoided writing lately for these reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to face realities, not wanting to come to terms with the messy life that i call my own, not wanting to admit that sometimes weakness consumes me and that there are days where i can't seem to bring myself to look towards the Light because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's just too good. &lt;/span&gt;and then there are other days where i, with full force, look towards Him because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's just too good to look away from&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, and He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm." psalm 40.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been seeing this verse play itself out in a way that i've never experienced. i've been clumsily trying to figure out life on my own, with my own ways, my own strength. i have tried tried tried to be so self sufficient that it's made me a monster at times. in swoops God and shows me verses such as this. i made myself a pit, i placed myself in the clay and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; make it out alone. HE is setting myself feet upon a rock, HE is making my path firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is realizing just how THANKFUL it should be...for God does not require my perfection. he does not require me to have it all together. he does not want me crap to disappear before i come to Him. i am &lt;a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/11-28.htm"&gt;weary&lt;/a&gt; and if i try to get rid of my dirt before i come to Him, i'll probably kill myself. so here i am. pretty much starting new. feeling like a small child, feeling inadequate but being filled with the knowledge and truth that not only does He accept me as i am, he DELIGHTS in me...he sings true love over me, day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever have moments when something just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt; in you? those moments where life is going one way and then all of a sudden, sometimes literally in a split second, everything changes? God storms in and all is different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;josh and i had that moment last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we looked at each other and kind of just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; that life will look pretty different, pretty soon. it's almost as if an unrecognized BURDEN was lifted from us and God immediately replaced it with EXCITEMENT and JOY. we've walked this road before, but not together, not in marriage. so many things are still unknown but we do know that God is desiring to move. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we do know the urgency behind Scripture like &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=luke%2014:%2025-35&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are starting down this road...with almost no concept of time, place or length but we're walking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you know...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just think God wants us to throw caution to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-2288744940908101113?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/2288744940908101113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/urgency-wind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2288744940908101113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2288744940908101113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/06/urgency-wind.html' title='urgency &amp; the wind.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-1041685613760234135</id><published>2010-05-27T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:54:13.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile.</title><content type='html'>life is fragile.&lt;br /&gt;God is The Healer and nothing is impossible for Him.&lt;br /&gt;we're praying for you amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keepdancingamy.com" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://keepdancingamy.com/prayforamy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-1041685613760234135?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/1041685613760234135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/05/fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1041685613760234135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1041685613760234135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/05/fragile.html' title='fragile.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-1653948942552722840</id><published>2010-05-02T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:42:26.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it'll happen</title><content type='html'>i want to write a blog...&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometime this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-1653948942552722840?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/1653948942552722840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-itll-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1653948942552722840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1653948942552722840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-itll-happen.html' title='maybe it&apos;ll happen'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-76389529308049621</id><published>2010-04-21T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:49:45.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>negative guarantee.</title><content type='html'>nothing is promised to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i live as though i am invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the fragility of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my eyes have seen it&lt;br /&gt;  my hands have held it&lt;br /&gt;    my heart has felt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we simply are not promised that the harsh words spoken today can be apologized for tomorrow...why is it that the pure and great gift of life is taken advantage of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i mourn the loss of a man i did not know...&lt;br /&gt;through the words of his BRAVE and LOVING wife,&lt;br /&gt;          my heart has softened a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man that is sleeping soundly in the room next to me...&lt;br /&gt;the man i love spending my days with...&lt;br /&gt;the man who sees my worst side...&lt;br /&gt;the man who makes me laugh wildly at his random goofiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that man, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a gift from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot imagine my days without him.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i will make the most of the days we do have.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is burning with a passionate love from God for josh.&lt;br /&gt;tonight, more than most nights, i am incredibly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S8_i2OgHQJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-WoEwzC5Znc/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S8_i2OgHQJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-WoEwzC5Znc/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462834294257303698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-76389529308049621?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/76389529308049621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/04/negative-guarantee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/76389529308049621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/76389529308049621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/04/negative-guarantee.html' title='negative guarantee.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S8_i2OgHQJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-WoEwzC5Znc/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-4087593060686279663</id><published>2010-04-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:16:26.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the melody in a scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sometimes I cuss in my conversations with God.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m at the end of it all…&lt;br /&gt;Weeping...&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing…&lt;br /&gt;Doubting…&lt;br /&gt;Screaming…&lt;br /&gt;Cursing…&lt;br /&gt;Retreating…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I think that He hears a melody in those screams that He never hears on a  Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;The melody of authenticity in pain is so much better than an inauthentic  melody of praise on a Sunday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HE will comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;And HE will sing with you.&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be scared to sing in your screams, ragamuffins.&lt;br /&gt;Your haunting melody is music to His ears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from ragamuffinsoul.com [carlos whittaker]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if there was ever a season of life where this resonated with me,&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;current&lt;/span&gt; season of life.&lt;br /&gt;this haunting melody inside of me screams so loud i wonder how He hears me.&lt;br /&gt;i wear myself out, i wear josh out...it's a miracle, a true miracle i don't wear Him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of some shitty circumstances, a gentle Voice comes and reminds me that giving up isn't the easier option...but pressing on and believing in things to come will sustain my heart in a way that giving up and forgetting never could. here's to trusting that these crazy days are but a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S73k4qAO0-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/TKml7u_tbvc/s1600/beauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S73k4qAO0-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/TKml7u_tbvc/s200/beauty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457769985441977314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2010/03/god-heard-me-cuss/" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-4087593060686279663?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/4087593060686279663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/04/melody-in-scream.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/4087593060686279663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/4087593060686279663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/04/melody-in-scream.html' title='the melody in a scream.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S73k4qAO0-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/TKml7u_tbvc/s72-c/beauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-5717503809930879621</id><published>2010-03-31T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:02:45.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come and drink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian landscape&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strewn&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wreckage&lt;/span&gt; of derelict,  half-built towers - the ruins of those who began to build and were  unable to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thousands of people still ignore Christ's warning  and undertake to follow him without first pausing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reflect on the cost  of doing so&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;result&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great scandal&lt;/span&gt; of Christendom today,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so-called 'nominal Christianity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In countries to which Christian  civilization has spread, large numbers of people have covered themselves  with a decent, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;veneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Christianity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They have allowed  themselves to become somewhat involved; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough to be respectable but not  enough to be uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt; Their religion is a great, soft cushion. It  protects them from the hard unpleasantness of life, while changing its  place and shape to suit the convenience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no wonder the cynics speak of  hypocrites in the church and dismiss religion as escapism."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             john stott, from basic christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is exactly the world we are living in. living as though we thought Christ came to make us happy...to make us look smooth around the edges. we have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fooled&lt;/span&gt; into thinking that getting involved and making appearances is enough to truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;satisfy the one who died for us all&lt;/span&gt;. as c.s. lewis said, we are far too easily pleased. too pleased with ourselves. too pleased with the happiness around. too pleased and content to pick ourselves up from the low place we find ourselves in and actually look at the life of Christ and return to him the raw and honest love he daily showers on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think that we've all together lost the meaning of what a true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%2010:24-42&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;disciple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that often times my life is void of the qualities of a true and steadfast disciple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the cliche but incredibly true saying...the Lords ways are better than ours&lt;br /&gt;this is a hard truth to live out when "our" ways aren't bad ways. in my selfish heart i find that it's hard to be denied doing the 'good things' josh and i want to do when in return we get less 'exciting' plans placed before us. i don't want to deny Christ his authority in my life but i wrestle hardcore with the flesh. it's not an easy fight but it's not one i will give up. we don't want to succumb to the lie that if we do my own thing, it'll be more fun than His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but at the same time I keep having visions about Jesus coming back and  heaven and it makes me scared to face him having not done as he asks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received those words in an email a couple of weeks ago. i couldn't agree more. we will face Jesus and we will be responsible for what we did/did not do. the cost of following Christ is great. i fear that the Christianity i see all around doesn't truly please the Lord...doesn't take His words as seriously as He meant them. there is a great and glorious weight in those Words. Jesus, come. Help your people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help us to remember that you are returning.&lt;/span&gt; Help us live with eternal mindsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"'For I was hungry, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; gave Me&lt;/span&gt;  something to eat; I was thirsty, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; gave Me&lt;/span&gt; something to drink;&lt;br /&gt;I was a stranger, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you  invited Me&lt;/span&gt; in; naked, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; clothed Me&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I  was sick, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you visited Me&lt;/span&gt;; I was in prison, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you came  to Me&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then  the righteous will answer Him, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry, and  feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? And when did we see You a  stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You? When did we see You sick,  or in prison, and come to You?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The King&lt;/span&gt; will answer and say  to them, 'Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it  to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you did it to  Me&lt;/span&gt;.'"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matthew 25.35-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friends and brothers and sisters, we are responsible!&lt;br /&gt;and what a responsibility it is. what a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HONOR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jesus&lt;/b&gt; has been found &lt;b&gt;worthy&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greater honor&lt;/span&gt; than Moses, &lt;br /&gt;just as the builder of a house has greater honor than the house itself.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebrews 3.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-5717503809930879621?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/5717503809930879621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-and-drink.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/5717503809930879621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/5717503809930879621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-and-drink.html' title='come and drink.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-322310621965751770</id><published>2010-03-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:14:07.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's that one thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yes, Adam’s one sin brings condemnation for everyone, but Christ’s one  act of righteousness brings a right relationship with God and new life  for everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because  one person disobeyed God, many became sinners. But because one other  person obeyed God, many will be made righteous."&lt;br /&gt;romans  5 : 18 &amp;amp; 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no way am i putting myself on the level of Adam and definitely not of Christ but this convicted my heart and God seemed to allow my heart to understand the significance of our actions. my words and actions, all of them, have so much power in them, for the good and for the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we seem to belittle certain situations by playing them off as unimportant but we all too easily forget that to someone, that ONE thing could make the world of a difference. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it wasn't my life that introduced sin and it isn't my life that will make many righteous but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my one action could cause someone to fall into sin&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;my one action could spur them on to gaze upon the Beauty of their creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray the latter would become truer in my life.&lt;br /&gt;what a road we walk, huh?&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/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S6L5UXoYT5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XyasHzTKILo/s1600-h/Tree_Planted_by_Streams_of_Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S6L5UXoYT5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XyasHzTKILo/s400/Tree_Planted_by_Streams_of_Water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450192627407802258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"they are like trees planted along the riverbank..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[training my heart to soak up that which is good and refuse that which is not.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-322310621965751770?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/322310621965751770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-that-one-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/322310621965751770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/322310621965751770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-that-one-thing.html' title='it&apos;s that one thing.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S6L5UXoYT5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XyasHzTKILo/s72-c/Tree_Planted_by_Streams_of_Water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-4688782007530948516</id><published>2010-03-12T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:22:39.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunrise to sunset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He forgives your sins—every one.&lt;br /&gt;     He heals your diseases—every  one.&lt;br /&gt;     He redeems you from hell—saves your life!&lt;br /&gt;     He  crowns you with love and mercy—a paradise crown.&lt;br /&gt;     He wraps you  in goodness—beauty eternal.&lt;br /&gt;     He renews your youth—you're always  young in his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes everything come out right;&lt;br /&gt;     he  puts victims back on their feet.&lt;br /&gt;  He showed Moses how he went  about his work,&lt;br /&gt;     opened up his plans to all Israel.&lt;br /&gt;  God  is sheer mercy and grace;&lt;br /&gt;     not easily angered, he's rich in  love.&lt;br /&gt;  He doesn't endlessly nag and scold,&lt;br /&gt;     nor hold  grudges forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  He doesn't treat us as our sins deserve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      nor  pay us back in full for our wrongs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   As high as heaven is over  the earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      so strong is his love to those who fear him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   And  as far as sunrise is from sunset, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      he has separated us from  our sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As parents feel for their children,&lt;br /&gt;     God feels  for those who fear him.&lt;br /&gt;  He knows us inside and out,&lt;br /&gt;     keeps  in mind that we're made of mud.&lt;br /&gt;  Men and women don't live very  long;&lt;br /&gt;     like wildflowers they spring up and blossom,&lt;br /&gt;  But a  storm snuffs them out just as quickly,&lt;br /&gt;     leaving nothing to  show they were here.&lt;br /&gt;  God's love, though, is ever and always,&lt;br /&gt;     eternally  present to all who fear him,&lt;br /&gt;  Making everything right for them  and their children&lt;br /&gt;     as they follow his Covenant ways&lt;br /&gt;     and  remember to do whatever he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has set his throne in heaven;&lt;br /&gt;     he  rules over us all. He's the King!&lt;br /&gt;  So bless God, you angels,&lt;br /&gt;     ready  and able to fly at his bidding,&lt;br /&gt;     quick to hear and do what he  says.&lt;br /&gt;  Bless God, all you armies of angels,&lt;br /&gt;     alert to  respond to whatever he wills.&lt;br /&gt;  Bless God, all creatures, wherever  you are—&lt;br /&gt;     everything and everyone made by God. &lt;p&gt;   And you, O  my soul, bless God!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;these verses have been going through my head and heart over and over again. just today a friend blogged about them and i just took that as another gentle reminder that God is wanting to really use these passages in my heart because world: i need transformation. i feel as though i have lost so much of who i was...communing, truly and deeply communing, with the Lord has been such a lost art in my life in the past months. it's been a pretty deep valley in this heart but somehow, i didn't completely dive off. somehow my heart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; that there is always a light. even if i can't see it, even if i don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"feel"&lt;/span&gt; it, the Light is always present. i couldn't give up. and ohhh there were days where i wanted to throw the towel in. completely surrender to the ease of life and forget the TRUTHS my heart knew weren't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;josh and i are on the edge of something big. we have been a bit lost over the past 7 months but transformation and clarity are coming to us. something...big may be on the horizon for us. we are praying and seeking and desiring direction. marrying a citizen of a different country [i'm american, he's canadian] has surely spun us in a different direction than most couples. things i never imagined having to do/wait for are having to be done and waited for. general scoop? josh and i care deeply about the orphans of this world. before we were even engaged we felt the pull towards adoption. adoption can't happen without both parents being citizens/residents of the same country. so, as i told josh last night, one of us is going to have to become the "other". this is a long and complicated process. we aren't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt; which way its going to go but it'll happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;we really believe that this "same residency" thing is worthy of our time and effort. God knew us and it's no mistake that we're married but citizens of different countries. he created our hearts and has put within us a deep deep desire to serve. we both feel as if our feet are to tread elsewhere at some point. and how we would LOVE for that "at some point" to be NOW, this waiting game for residency for the sake of adoption really is important to the Lord...therefore, important to us. but don't fooled. just because it's important doesn't mean it's always 'easy' (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;here is to the process to come...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;the immigration waiting game to come...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;the LOVE to come...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; "men and women don't live very  long; like wildflowers they spring up and blossom, but a  storm snuffs them out just as quickly, leaving nothing to  show they were here."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;keeping this in mind,&lt;br /&gt;we seek out all that He would have for us in the glimpse of a life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;what a complex and beautiful life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-4688782007530948516?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/4688782007530948516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunrise-to-sunset.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/4688782007530948516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/4688782007530948516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunrise-to-sunset.html' title='sunrise to sunset.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-8492929137392244415</id><published>2010-03-09T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:20:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>small things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here's a newflash that's not new to many:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage is hard.&lt;br /&gt;marriage takes more effort than the typical human WANTS to put forward.&lt;br /&gt;marriage is a blessing that God has GOOD intentions for.&lt;br /&gt;marriage breaks me down EVERY day.&lt;br /&gt;marriage takes you to the lowest low and highest mountain.&lt;br /&gt;marriage is a teacher who REFUSES to let you settle.&lt;br /&gt;marriage must have its CENTER in the life of Christ...or it will fail.&lt;br /&gt;marriage is being loved when NOTHING you do or say is loveable.&lt;br /&gt;marriage is walking through life with your BEST FRIEND beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marriage is a picture of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really want Christ to be more and me to be less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teach me Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S5cru_1V5SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/z5dVyKYEqjg/s1600-h/teach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S5cru_1V5SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/z5dVyKYEqjg/s400/teach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446870360737047842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[[bronze summer loving in uganda 2008]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-8492929137392244415?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/8492929137392244415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/small-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/8492929137392244415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/8492929137392244415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/small-things.html' title='small things.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S5cru_1V5SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/z5dVyKYEqjg/s72-c/teach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-2223380365501644422</id><published>2010-03-05T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T06:45:01.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know where i'm found.</title><content type='html'>"none of us brings the same fears into relationships; but whenever there is conflict and distance between two people, it’s always worth opening yourself up to what might be revealed about you that can bring freedom to the one you love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sweet Jesus of revelation, thank you for bringing these words to me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the thoughts that accompanied that thought. a marriage is to look strikingly similar to the relationship between Christ and His church, yes? matthew 20.28 says that just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ransom - the release of property or a person in return for payment of a demanded price.&lt;br /&gt;when someone gives a ransom, they, in one way or another, are paying for your freedom, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to serve us...and His biggest act of service was that He gave His life...He gave us freedom. freedom from ourselves. freedom from the world. freedom. freedom. freedom. under the freedom He gave us falls so many fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our marriages are to mirror that of Jesus Christ, wouldn't it only make sense that we do things [within our ability] to bring the other a certain freedom? and in this case freedom takes on the face of humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes in opening myself up to the ugly and the nasty and fear in my own heart and asking Jesus to replace it with the &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=galatians%205:19-25&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;fruits of the Spirit&lt;/a&gt; in order to set Josh free from my own baggage...to face what most darkens my heart and replace it with light so that I can serve and love Josh better...that he may feel even more freedom within our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about realizing where i fall short and asking God to come and complete and fill me instead of settling comfortably into where i'm currently at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, let me be a bit transparent and brutally honest: these things i'm saying are so much easier to write than they are to live. day in and day out i struggle with the place i'm in and the actions and words that come out of me. constantly feeling as though i am falling way short of mark of a good wife but knowing, all in the same breath, that where i am at is RIGHT and the path i'm walking with josh right now is RIGHT. the journey we're on holds more lessons than we could ever grasp. it's things like this that keep my heart alive in the dark times...because i know this isn't the end of line. it's only the beginning. how much JOY comes in that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sharing this crazy life with josh. i love walking with him through the ups and downs. and with the Lord? i choose Him. i fail over and over and over again but my heart wants Him...desires HIM. though i feel so far at times, i am found in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S5EYkJ_PjwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QqVX6uFDa0w/s1600-h/prof+09-33-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S5EYkJ_PjwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QqVX6uFDa0w/s320/prof+09-33-36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445160433903177474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[snowboarding for the first time EVER for me this week!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-2223380365501644422?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/2223380365501644422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-where-im-found.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2223380365501644422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2223380365501644422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-where-im-found.html' title='i know where i&apos;m found.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S5EYkJ_PjwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QqVX6uFDa0w/s72-c/prof+09-33-36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-33136601365035427</id><published>2010-02-26T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:19:48.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Doesn’t that privilege of intimate conversation with God make it plain that you are not a slave, but a child? And if you are a child, you’re also an heir, with complete access to the inheritance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;galatians 4.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I think about what a privilege it is to get to talk to God like my children talk to me. To feel FREE to ask questions that might be silly, make requests that might be selfish and share my heart, my dreams, my hopes without embarrassment. Too often I don’t just have open dialogue with Him because, well He’s God. But when I see it in the context of this verse and am aware of the conversations I love for my kids to have with me, I realize I don’t have to worry about being silly or foolish or shy or embarrassed or selfish or fearful or censored in my dialogue with God. I am His child. We just talk. Being CHILDLIKE makes every thing so much more simple.&lt;/span&gt;" [taken from &lt;a href="http://www.messycanvas.com/2010/01/today-im-inspired-by/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how far i fall from the truth of this all.  how far i am from the understanding that i am heard and loved by the God of all creation. i know my heart...i know its evil all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was inspired this morning to write down the things i am afraid of...&lt;br /&gt;the things that cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;. here is what i have so far in textEdit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what am i afraid of?  . . . . .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have. i can't seem to work past that.&lt;br /&gt;it's as if i'm afraid to put to words the things my heart most fears.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because then i feel as if i'm responsible to do something about those fears.&lt;br /&gt;it's as if i am scared to put myself out there and work through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the majority of my fears lie in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;and disappointment in myself. and not being made right.&lt;br /&gt;but i do know that i am made right in the presence and power of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;so where is the disconnect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends...what are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;have you worked through it?&lt;br /&gt;have you attempted?&lt;br /&gt;have you avoided it all together [much like myself]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's a healthy thing to do. yet i feel as though to work through all of these things, that 'privilege of intimate conversation with God' needs to surround me. and it's not. i want to be there. i want to know that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet Jesus. take this hard hard heart and make it soft.&lt;br /&gt;speak to me Lord but also...let me speak to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoezWBPGRAc"&gt;your love never fails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4fhfvFukSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xdRwDYDHOnU/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4fhfvFukSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xdRwDYDHOnU/s320/jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442566610033217826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-33136601365035427?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/33136601365035427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/doesnt-that-privilege-of-intimate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/33136601365035427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/33136601365035427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/doesnt-that-privilege-of-intimate.html' title=''/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4fhfvFukSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xdRwDYDHOnU/s72-c/jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-6883647733152862964</id><published>2010-02-22T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:25:01.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it all comes together in the end.</title><content type='html'>the other day i was feeling slightly...indulgent. i dived head first into a 'full fat' version of red velvet cake. there is something about the RED [favorite!] and the smoothness of the cake that makes me want to gobble the entireeee thing down in one sitting [and then probably go to 6 step&amp;amp;pump classes and 3 iron reps classes at the gym]. all afternoon, while hanging out with the hubby, i was psyching myself up for this cake...it didn't take much though. i was soooo pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no lying, i have a massive sweet tooth...and i think you can find it somewhere between my mouth and my willpower. it has a hard time deciding who to be good friends with. most of the time there is a good compromise and i either find lower fat/healthier dessert recipes or i modify original recipes myself. but on saturday, i threw caution to the wind and went for the reallll deallll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4NiY2jg2II/AAAAAAAAAPA/GK6PEji07Sw/s1600-h/utensils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4NiY2jg2II/AAAAAAAAAPA/GK6PEji07Sw/s320/utensils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441300953894541442" border="0" /&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;yeah..that's all the pictures i got out of this one.&lt;br /&gt;i got a bit flustered and forgot about the camera ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of steps in, i realized that i only had 1 of the 4 tablespoons of red food coloring that was needed. i got so frazzled and went into a mini panic session. i knew that i could make the cake without the food coloring and it would taste just like normal but that wasn't the point! i looooved the red and i was splurging on the real version of the cake and i'm sorry but i'll be damned if it didn't turn out right! in walks josh wondering what the commotion is all about and bless his heart, though he doesn't understand my freaking out, he becomes my hero and volunteers to run down the street to safeway and pick me up some more food coloring! i love him so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he comes home and i continue and minus the lack of camera, all goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4Nim6FBpSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JQVbAT-JgLg/s1600-h/frosting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4Nim6FBpSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JQVbAT-JgLg/s320/frosting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441301195358577954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready to go with some deeeelicious cream cheese frosting ['light version]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4Nk1W37CDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/70fMiussbiU/s1600-h/full+cake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4Nk1W37CDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/70fMiussbiU/s320/full+cake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441303642629670962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topped with a bit of toasted coconut and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4Nk1HNz3xI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gcrOOd-_zw0/s1600-h/full+cake+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4Nk1HNz3xI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gcrOOd-_zw0/s320/full+cake+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441303638426509074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta da!! soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;a finished cake and a happy husband!&lt;br /&gt;and HA. who am i kidding? a happy julie too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much else to say right now so i'll just share this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Love.&lt;br /&gt;Every person, beginning with me, is worthy of receiving Love.&lt;br /&gt;My true identity is Love.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift I can give anyone is Love.&lt;br /&gt;Every thought, word, act and expression motivated by Love matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to me this is convicting and inspiring. what does it do for you?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4Nk11svRSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Yyt0OUn9H3g/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4Nk11svRSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Yyt0OUn9H3g/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441303650904261922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines day flowers from the hubby - still going strong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-6883647733152862964?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/6883647733152862964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-all-comes-together-in-end.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6883647733152862964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6883647733152862964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-all-comes-together-in-end.html' title='it all comes together in the end.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4NiY2jg2II/AAAAAAAAAPA/GK6PEji07Sw/s72-c/utensils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-66428690414170933</id><published>2010-02-20T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:45:15.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the real voice</title><content type='html'>i'm still reading a million miles in a thousand years. and i am still enjoying it so so much. this morning, bright and early, i read this and my heart knew it's words too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the real Voice is stiller and smaller and seems to know, without confusion, the difference between right and wrong and the subtle delineation between the beautiful and profane. it's not an agitated Voice, but ever patient as though it approves a million false starts. the Voice i'm talking about is a deep water of calming wisdom and says ...hold your tongue; don't talk about that person that way; forgive the friend you haven't talked to; don't look at that woman as a possession; i want to show you the sunset; look and see how short life is and how your troubles are not worth worrying about..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i had an argument last night and it was ridiculous. not because i felt misunderstood or that he didn't care about me or my feelings. it was ridiculous because the fight was stupid. in the midst of our frustrations i said something along the lines of "this is absolutely stupid. we sound like effing toddlers" patience had gone out the window and even though what we were talking about wasn't worth anyones discussion, we kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we grew up 20 years, we stopped bickering and my husband, in an effort to get me to smile, offered me a christian side hug [please see this video]. i never thought it was possible but the offer for a pure christian side hug [while laying side by side in bed] healed the past 10 minutes of conflict (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell that story to come back to the quoted paragraph. God knows, without any hint of confusion, right and wrong. he does not get agitated with us but his patience endures even through the worst of our pits. my humanness has never been so clearly told than in the story of our marriage. my mind blurs right and wrong. it confuses beauty with justification. it mixes up patience with stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in all of this, one thing remains, when i fail - He prevails.&lt;br /&gt;in my impatience and stubbornness, His hand is all over my heart, calling me to be still...&lt;br /&gt;to be still and know that my husband is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;to be still and know that i don't need to be right.&lt;br /&gt;to be still and know that i am LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;to be still and know that i am so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;to be still and know that he is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday morning. that means that tomorrow is saturday. that means i go to the gym and take another kick butt fitness class.&lt;br /&gt;but [yay!!] that also means that i get to search my favorite baking blogs to find the perfect recipe for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;i'll gather my things in the kitchen and turn on the music, tell my husband i love him and then i'll get to work.&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep you updated on what unfolds in our little green kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is something i made the other day.&lt;br /&gt;they taste better a day or two after than they did the day of.&lt;br /&gt;also. i think i baked them a few minutes too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbSK59SsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/W2IeaXVsyGA/s1600-h/flour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbSK59SsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/W2IeaXVsyGA/s320/flour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440378348842601154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbRrP5N9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MlKIA9CSkBA/s1600-h/yeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbRrP5N9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/MlKIA9CSkBA/s320/yeast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440378340344674258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbRL-VmaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/bxW1GXshRYA/s1600-h/brown+sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbRL-VmaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/bxW1GXshRYA/s320/brown+sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440378331949537698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you see that brown sugar GOODNESS?!&lt;br /&gt;i could eat a whole bowl of that stuff if my stomach allowed.&lt;br /&gt;i have to be quick to take it out and quick to put it away when i bake...&lt;br /&gt;other it'd be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbQglQtsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bDt18CEVeoE/s1600-h/ready+to+bake%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbQglQtsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bDt18CEVeoE/s320/ready+to+bake%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440378320301635266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbQJDUycI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jzfwX7Y2yUE/s1600-h/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbQJDUycI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jzfwX7Y2yUE/s320/eat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440378313985280450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day, world. i'll let you know about my baking escapades later (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-66428690414170933?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/66428690414170933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/real-voice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/66428690414170933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/66428690414170933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/real-voice.html' title='the real voice'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S4AbSK59SsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/W2IeaXVsyGA/s72-c/flour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-4814497720145115308</id><published>2010-02-17T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:34:52.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to know Him.</title><content type='html'>i'm reading a book right now by c.s. lewis entitled, surprised by joy.&lt;br /&gt;only on page 39 but so far so good. as i was reading tonight [with my hubby reading next to me] something caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was sharing various stories from his childhood...more specifically from the first school he attended in england. he said he had his first metaphorical conversation there. they were debating where the future is like a line we can't see or if it's like a line that hasn't been drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read that, i stopped. and thought. what did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; think the future was like? at first my mind went to the fact that i suppose there are Biblical passages that could support both sides but then kind of came to the quick conclusion that i didn't necessarily care which answer was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"right"&lt;/span&gt;. what i was going after was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what do i think about this&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately josh and i have found ourselves having many conversations about the future...about what kind of life we're comfortable living and what kind of life would probably make us think twice. we come up with no solid answers. [i think i am thankful for this] the way our hearts think and the way our lives have been lived, we have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; time grasping the idea of 'settling down'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are fully confident that the Lord &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; call some of His children to 'remain' but what the Lord has showed us and taught us in the past years is that He wants us to go. not to escape life here, not to travel for the sake of traveling, not to work overseas to look like a good person but to GO because he's clearly called us. because in a way, His glory is dependent on his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all of life comes down to just one thing&lt;br /&gt;and that’s to know You, oh Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;and make You known"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because friends...to know Him is to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are searching and we are praying. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things are brewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are waiting. anticipating the Lord is going to do great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will our feet end up here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeUXCkLHI/AAAAAAAAANo/TK7ydS2Js9U/s1600-h/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeUXCkLHI/AAAAAAAAANo/TK7ydS2Js9U/s200/ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326153831885938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeT0Qa6ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/QY2qfFdJSSI/s1600-h/city+.jpg"&gt;      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeT0Qa6ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/QY2qfFdJSSI/s200/city+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326144494758290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-4814497720145115308?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/4814497720145115308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-know-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/4814497720145115308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/4814497720145115308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-know-him.html' title='to know Him.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeUXCkLHI/AAAAAAAAANo/TK7ydS2Js9U/s72-c/ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-2389095715893845198</id><published>2010-02-15T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:22:17.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here is to blogging more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines started a day early for me. i had found a recipe for skinny red velvet cupcakes on one of my trusty food blogs and i thought it'd be perfect for valentines day! [did you know that one piece of normal, from scratch red velvet cakes is close to 24 weight watcher points?! that's practically points for the entire day! YIKES] so with josh watching the olympics [and with me sneaking a peak from the kitchen every once in a while] i went at it on saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nY-8EZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5iKCGoLuoJg/s1600-h/red+velvet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nY-8EZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5iKCGoLuoJg/s320/red+velvet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438616600814680690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice and colorful and quite festive for the holiday of red and pink! however, must to my disappointment, they didn't turn out quite as nice as i had hoped. whether it's the recipe or my error or perhaps just too high of expectations [though &lt;a href="http://weight-watchers-points-recipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gina&lt;/a&gt; hasn't ever failed me before so i'm leaning towards it being by fault] the color separated [pink on top, brown on the bottom] and they weren't sweet. thankfully my husband is a sucker for cream cheese frosting so once i put a bit on each cupcake, he found them to be good. how? i don't know. i'm still sulking over my failed attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nZyUKB2KI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dZvXiJ8uEWA/s1600-h/red+velvet+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nZyUKB2KI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dZvXiJ8uEWA/s320/red+velvet+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438617483454044322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they look decent though, eh?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was awoken around 7:30am on valentines day by josh getting out of bed. he kissed me on the cheek and said he was going to make me breakfast and i should just go back to sleep and he'd wake me when it was ready. about an hour or so later, i wake up and wander out to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3naRWfVRoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tJaNUATBSnk/s1600-h/valentines+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3naRWfVRoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tJaNUATBSnk/s320/valentines+morning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438618016656213634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he'd made me strawberry filled chocolate crepes, went out and got me a bouquet of flowers along with a single rose to represent our first valentines day together and also picked up some of my favorite coffee [transferred to my travel mug]. pretty nice, huh? we laid around watching the olympics and talking about random things. it was a nice morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Jillian-Michaels-30-Day-Shred/dp/B00127RAJY"&gt;jillian michaels 30 day shred&lt;/a&gt; last week and since i hadn't worked out on saturday, i did levels one AND two and thought i was going to collapse. haaaard work. josh did some of the workout with me too. funny (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to get ready and go out to lunch at Pita Pit and then walk around that area of town. very cute, very modern, very nice. it was right near downtown too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3neUKmnsYI/AAAAAAAAALY/PqdODPRLO0w/s1600-h/river+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3neUKmnsYI/AAAAAAAAALY/PqdODPRLO0w/s320/river+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438622463051673986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3neTyXiN6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/G6v1mSQ2zAE/s1600-h/river+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3neTyXiN6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/G6v1mSQ2zAE/s320/river+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438622456545949602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndXKtUnPI/AAAAAAAAALI/Iw9Is9JNyb8/s1600-h/river+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndXKtUnPI/AAAAAAAAALI/Iw9Is9JNyb8/s320/river+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438621415107763442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndWzqUO2I/AAAAAAAAALA/LPQv3dW7kJk/s1600-h/river+pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndWzqUO2I/AAAAAAAAALA/LPQv3dW7kJk/s320/river+pic+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438621408921140066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndWXGGqYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-xls_6phnNE/s1600-h/river+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndWXGGqYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-xls_6phnNE/s320/river+pic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438621401253063042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndWBRa8yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_i8A2wGuhVM/s1600-h/river+pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndWBRa8yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_i8A2wGuhVM/s320/river+pic+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438621395394949922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndVhNhx0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6ALHpPSzc8o/s1600-h/river+pic+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ndVhNhx0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6ALHpPSzc8o/s320/river+pic+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438621386788685634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh made dinner for us too! steak. mashed potatoes [his favorite] green beans. whole wheat baguette. yum. i was craving something sweet and yummy and as i expressed earlier, my cupcakes were not going to satisfied so i decided to make something else! chocolate bottom banana squares it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nfYLetpuI/AAAAAAAAALw/xr8-58eppe0/s1600-h/banana+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nfYLetpuI/AAAAAAAAALw/xr8-58eppe0/s320/banana+before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438623631518050018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nfXoai1nI/AAAAAAAAALo/oVf1mxsK_jM/s1600-h/banana+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nfXoai1nI/AAAAAAAAALo/oVf1mxsK_jM/s320/banana+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438623622105323122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it wassss yummy and it didddd hit the spot! and i healthified the original recipe and cut almost 1000 calories!! sometimes that works out and sometimes it does not. i'm GLAD it worked this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight for dinner i made chili! extra lean ground beef (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ngN382nCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lxrEI6Aftf0/s1600-h/i+cook+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ngN382nCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lxrEI6Aftf0/s320/i+cook+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438624553988693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ngNjsa0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EUc1EY98lHw/s1600-h/i+cook+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ngNjsa0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EUc1EY98lHw/s320/i+cook+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438624548551053538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ngNPYP_aI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oopqLZyryx0/s1600-h/chili+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ngNPYP_aI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oopqLZyryx0/s320/chili+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438624543097748898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here are our bowls to start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nxBT5g1-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Oz3dKFRn3BU/s1600-h/bowls+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nxBT5g1-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Oz3dKFRn3BU/s320/bowls+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438643029850249186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here are our bowls soon after:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[andddd decided i wanted a biscuit. so i made them. from scratch.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nxBT5g1-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Oz3dKFRn3BU/s1600-h/bowls+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nxBlEXbwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/c7CAw3cc-pA/s1600-h/bowls+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nxBlEXbwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/c7CAw3cc-pA/s320/bowls+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438643034459172610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here we are. 6:15pm and done with dinner and time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;watching the olympics and probably snacking on the chocolate bottom banana squares.&lt;br /&gt;decent evening i'd say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and we rearranged our living room the other day. we like it.&lt;br /&gt;our home may not be extravagant but it is our HOME and we love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nx73wwwTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kvX7iqv_uZ4/s1600-h/new+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nx73wwwTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kvX7iqv_uZ4/s320/new+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438644035909632306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enjoy the rest of your week blog world. i hope something unexpected and happy happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-2389095715893845198?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/2389095715893845198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2389095715893845198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2389095715893845198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-time.html' title='one more time.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3nY-8EZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5iKCGoLuoJg/s72-c/red+velvet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-2304482183464806081</id><published>2010-02-11T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:09:00.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a winding road.</title><content type='html'>when i listen to the theme from the movie indecent proposal [which i have never actually seen] i feel as though the story of my life is being set to music. and perhaps that's a bit of a dramatic thought but the song, from the very first time my ears heard it, has influenced me to dig deeper into this story that i'm in. this story is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading donald millers latest book, a million miles in a thousand years, and he's currently diving deep into what 'makes' a story. what are the concepts that are required to form a story and even a little bit further...what is it that's required for a good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he discusses a couple of thoughts but then he brings up this poignant thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if the point of life is the same as the point of a story, the point of life is character transformation." [page 68]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the point of life is character transformation then i've been going through one intense story the past six months. my life was flipped upside down when i walked down that aisle and married the man i love. we got married, we spent 6 days in florida. we came back, packed my stuff up and i moved to canada. new city. new church. none of my friends. none of my family. new new new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this to say this: while the outside life i was living was obviously changing, the transformation happening within was hardcore. i have been stretched and i have been challenged. i learned what it means to persevere in the trials that are set before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments of profound sadness and loneliness were coupled with moments of such extraordinary joy and wholeness with the man i love. it has been a gray season. darkness and light have had a strange relationship in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life as a new wife has been crazier than i ever thought. using the words of a facebook friends status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be such a monster to josh. so humiliating when it's over. i need the fruits of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the many many many ways i feel i have failed over and over and over, this man who stood before me and committed his life to mine has upheld his end of the bargain so well. his gentleness is astonishing. i am digging more into what a tender wife looks like and praying for Jesus' sweet revolution of love in my heart. i need Him in His FULLNESS to come and mess up my heart and transform. i seek and desire to know peace in all circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 6 months and 5 days since i said "i do" to josh.&lt;br /&gt;we have both failed. we have both triumphed.&lt;br /&gt;now, more than ever, i am absolutely committed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting aside my expectations and  replacing them with joy because God has given me a gift...a husband who would lay down his life for mine.&lt;br /&gt;putting aside my inpatience and replacing it with humility because the Lord loves me and my husband loves me.&lt;br /&gt;putting all of my ridiculous comments and replacing them with a gentle spirit because i know that huge plank in my own eyes still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ephesians 4.31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i have been trying to go through the book of matthew because our hearts want to have a deeper understand of who Jesus was and what He did and how He moved and what He has called us to do. we believe that God is once again stirring up plans for us to 'go' and serve. there is a sense of urgency in our hearts but we understand that it must be coupled with the will of the Sovereign One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we're going to go and serve and love and be the hands and feet [oh what a humbling call...] we need to know the Scriptures. thank you Jesus for putting desires on our hearts. without them, we'd be so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all of a sudden feeling quite done with writing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;but this is more than i've accomplished in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;leave your comments. i always enjoy reading them. and i also enjoy being linked to your blog and probably your friends and their friends and so on. josh makes fun of me for reading random peoples blogs but come on...we all do it. i think? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you with some pictures from the past month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many blessings friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThbTW2sAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/igRXmS9omRc/s1600-h/new+years+eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThbTW2sAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/igRXmS9omRc/s320/new+years+eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218509311881218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new years eve 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThVWv2XuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gJjtG6ic8xo/s1600-h/IMG_4197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThVWv2XuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gJjtG6ic8xo/s320/IMG_4197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218407142809314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sister ashley and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThU3APqnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XTs2zPN7Ns0/s1600-h/IMG_4195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThU3APqnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XTs2zPN7Ns0/s320/IMG_4195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218398621641330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;josh gained a wife &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on august 7th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThUO9ppkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QRXvrOAPW4I/s1600-h/6mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThUO9ppkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QRXvrOAPW4I/s320/6mo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218387873343042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy 6 months babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThTsQTm5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Y-9XSPfXtlU/s1600-h/6mo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThTsQTm5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Y-9XSPfXtlU/s320/6mo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218378556349330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what a blessing he is to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThTHk56EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dy3SjriHCZk/s1600-h/6mo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThTHk56EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dy3SjriHCZk/s320/6mo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218368710633538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another."&lt;br /&gt;1 john 4.11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-2304482183464806081?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/2304482183464806081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-winding-road.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2304482183464806081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2304482183464806081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-winding-road.html' title='it&apos;s a winding road.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3ThbTW2sAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/igRXmS9omRc/s72-c/new+years+eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-8385841572079038039</id><published>2010-02-10T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:58:36.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am learning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 thes 5.18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have obviously been lacking at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have anything planned for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-8385841572079038039?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/8385841572079038039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/8385841572079038039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/8385841572079038039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-learning.html' title='i am learning.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-6873512353126077864</id><published>2010-01-20T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:30:51.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard.</title><content type='html'>i am breaking breaking breaking over what is happening in haiti.&lt;br /&gt;josh and i watch the news and we pray pray pray but there is just such a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain for what happened.&lt;br /&gt;pain for what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the humanity of the news reporters when they break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;i see the humanity in them when i hear their tone change from standard news to frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's much bigger than what i can see but&lt;br /&gt;why can't medical supplies get to those who need it??&lt;br /&gt;my heart is breaking for all of these preventable deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/201001u/haiti-trafficking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that article breaks my heart. but it's not just now. it's not just there.&lt;br /&gt;for many years now, trafficking all over the world has ripped my heart into hundreds of pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many children around the world are bought and sold.&lt;br /&gt;so many children around the world are left alone; orphaned.&lt;br /&gt;so many rich westerners turn their eyes away because it's easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God that we would ACT according to what your WORD says.&lt;br /&gt;let us not turn away but let us run into the heat of the battle and FIGHT for your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord is gracious and slow to anger.&lt;br /&gt;He hears all of those who call upon Him - He hears them and saves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are hearing the Lord ask that oh so heart pounding question..&lt;br /&gt;whom shall i send? who will go for me?&lt;br /&gt;josh and i are answering send us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are praying. we are being stirred. we'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're able to look beyond yourself today.&lt;br /&gt;there is a world out there that is full of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's a heartbreak but there is still so much beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-6873512353126077864?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/6873512353126077864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-hard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6873512353126077864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/6873512353126077864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-hard.html' title='it&apos;s hard.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-237552044705144503</id><published>2009-12-14T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:44:04.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>light in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPz6Y32QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dwAi9WIKq9U/s1600-h/my+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPz6Y32QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dwAi9WIKq9U/s400/my+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173723969280258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikea christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPwGPx54I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wIW82FmMnaY/s1600-h/holding+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPwGPx54I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wIW82FmMnaY/s400/holding+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173658432890754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work out so i can carry trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPs_aWX5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/wK2fivj6z_w/s1600-h/dog+hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPs_aWX5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/wK2fivj6z_w/s400/dog+hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173605058568082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dog gives hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPotNzDjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bML1pZ-W9qc/s1600-h/decorate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPotNzDjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bML1pZ-W9qc/s400/decorate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173531454606898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights. camera. action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPkdKF2yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6en9PhwwVbY/s1600-h/more+decorate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPkdKF2yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6en9PhwwVbY/s400/more+decorate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173458424617762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingle bells on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPgFC2PRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9BOEdVNIifo/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPgFC2PRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9BOEdVNIifo/s400/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173383232306450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decorated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPbkgKqKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wTVky6tJdRk/s1600-h/first+christmas+ornament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPbkgKqKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wTVky6tJdRk/s400/first+christmas+ornament.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173305777432738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPXNYdd-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kW8wQr2fQvA/s1600-h/christmas+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPXNYdd-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kW8wQr2fQvA/s400/christmas+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415173230851618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre-Christmas party on 12-12-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been married just over 4 months now.&lt;br /&gt;what. a. whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[obviously] i've never experienced anything like marriage.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've said it before but it's truly one of the most challenging things i've ever experienced. but don't be fooled. the challenge is what makes it beautiful. i have never seen such a clear picture of what reconciliation  looks like. the conflicts are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; but when our relationship is restored, it's such a deep feeling of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commitment. &lt;/span&gt;yesterday was such a difficult day for josh and i but at the end of the day when we were saying good night to one another i realized that because of the trials of the day, i had fallen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt; in love with the man in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage is such a wake up call...makes me realize how much the Lord forgives us.&lt;br /&gt;two words: "yikes" and "grace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i travel to kansas in exactly two weeks. i cannot tell you just how excited i am for this to be happening in such a short time. i need this trip. i need to be surrounded by those who i know and love and those who know and love me. when you find yourself lacking community, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; for it really hits yo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i have been doing so much talking and dreaming about life and the future.&lt;br /&gt;where we'll be. what we'll do. who we'll be with. will small humans be with us?&lt;br /&gt;calgary is not a permanent place for us. we knew that when we moved here.&lt;br /&gt;it's a temporary place for us and i think we're BOTH looking forward to the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that it's COLD here? if not, let me share. it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wind chill lately [and today] is close to -30 fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i hate most about the cold? it's not the limbs going numb or anything.&lt;br /&gt;it's how everything in your nose just BAM. freezes instantly. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is in less than 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;here's to focusing on baby Jesus and the live He grew up and lived.&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is the message we have heard from Him and announce to you:&lt;br /&gt;that God is light and in Him there is no darkness"&lt;br /&gt;1 john 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time after time, i fail at following this light.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. i need God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the holidays find you well.&lt;br /&gt;may we all come to a greater understanding of&lt;br /&gt;peace and love and grace and hope and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-237552044705144503?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/237552044705144503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/12/light-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/237552044705144503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/237552044705144503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/12/light-in-dark.html' title='light in the dark'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SyaPz6Y32QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dwAi9WIKq9U/s72-c/my+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-2384688610021420387</id><published>2009-11-11T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:24:29.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trilogy.</title><content type='html'>my husband is an avid switchfoot listener. their new album released yesterday. so you better believe that as soon as we got off of work yesterday, we hit up HMV and bought it. he was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to take the long way home [nixed the highway, opted for downtown] and of course our ears were filled with the newest sounds of switchfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been a HUGE switchfoot fan but i do appreciate their music, their lyrics. one of their songs on the new album is called 'your love is a song'...i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highly&lt;/span&gt; recommend you listen to it. you can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=af-iOOWsK3s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched a snippet of a video on youtube that explained this song. jon foreman explained that this song is the third part of a trilogy. the first song was let your love be strong. the second song was your love is strong and now there is this song, your love is a song. he said it's about the concept of grace that he just can't get through his thick skull. you're not alone jon, you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" "oh your love is a symphony, all around me, running through me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                          your love is a melody, underneath me, running to me" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this journey i'm on to memorize 1 john in it's entirety, these lyrics are an encouragement to me. this Love is enough. this Love is enough. this Love is enough. his words are more than worthy to be memorized and put into practice. His love over me a sweet and beautiful song. And His grace is sufficient. [and dear Lord, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will need your grace&lt;/span&gt; to memorize these holy words in 1 john. in your grace, expand my ability to learn them...both in my head as well as my actions]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SvuN2PzDGWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZF6fIUuY1iE/s1600-h/p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SvuN2PzDGWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZF6fIUuY1iE/s400/p4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403068141054138722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[today we painted our own christmas decorations]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 9:03pm. our day is done. we're turning in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-2384688610021420387?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/2384688610021420387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/11/trilogy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2384688610021420387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2384688610021420387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/11/trilogy.html' title='trilogy.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SvuN2PzDGWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZF6fIUuY1iE/s72-c/p4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-2505411292298002342</id><published>2009-11-03T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:25:30.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to know Him.</title><content type='html'>i'm reading a book right now by c.s. lewis entitled, surprised by joy.&lt;br /&gt;only on page 39 but so far so good. as i was reading tonight [with my hubby reading next to me] something caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was sharing various stories from his childhood...more specifically from the first school he attended in england. he said he had his first metaphorical conversation there. they were debating where the future is like a line we can't see or if it's like a line that hasn't been drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read that, i stopped. and thought. what did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; think the future was like? at first my mind went to the fact that i suppose there are Biblical passages that could support both sides but then kind of came to the quick conclusion that i didn't necessarily care which answer was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"right"&lt;/span&gt;. what i was going after was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what do i think about this&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately josh and i have found ourselves having many conversations about the future...about what kind of life we're comfortable living and what kind of life would probably make us think twice. we come up with no solid answers. [i think i am thankful for this] the way our hearts think and the way our lives have been lived, we have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; time grasping the idea of 'settling down'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are fully confident that the Lord &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; call some of His children to 'remain' but what the Lord has showed us and taught us in the past years is that He wants us to go. not to escape life here, not to travel for the sake of traveling, not to work overseas to look like a good person but to GO because he's clearly called us. because in a way, His glory is dependent on his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all of life comes down to just one thing&lt;br /&gt;and that’s to know You, oh Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;and make You known"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because friends...to know Him is to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are searching and we are praying. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things are brewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are waiting. anticipating the Lord is going to do great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will our feet end up here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeUXCkLHI/AAAAAAAAANo/TK7ydS2Js9U/s1600-h/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeUXCkLHI/AAAAAAAAANo/TK7ydS2Js9U/s200/ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326153831885938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeT0Qa6ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/QY2qfFdJSSI/s1600-h/city+.jpg"&gt;      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeT0Qa6ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/QY2qfFdJSSI/s200/city+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439326144494758290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-2505411292298002342?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/2505411292298002342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-know-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2505411292298002342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2505411292298002342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-know-him.html' title='to know Him.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3xeUXCkLHI/AAAAAAAAANo/TK7ydS2Js9U/s72-c/ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-5548095547300181974</id><published>2009-10-21T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:16:37.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only you can take this heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always find myself thinking about writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;but as you can all tell, it doesn't happen much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i seem to have a routine these days. i have a job now.&lt;br /&gt;though we work very close to one another [about 5 minutes apart] we work quite a long distance from our home. we have about an hour round trip commute each day. josh starts work at 7am every morning so our days start early. he drives to work, i drive to the gym and then i drive to work. all in all, it works out nicely. we both get off work at 3pm so we have the late afternoon/evening to get things done. again, all in all, we like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully our hours at work are filled with work and so our days pass quickly. i haven't ever felt as though my day at work has drug on. i'm sure that there will be a day when it happens but now i'm finding myself very grateful for the ease. and really, i shouldn't complain. amongst other things, i get to run errands and i get to bake/cook. it's practically a dream job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 2 weeks ago we went to British Columbia for [canadian] thanksgiving. i had never been to BC but after visiting, i hope to go back soon. even if just for the beautiful drive to/from. it's about 6-6.5 hours but let me tell you, the scenery makes the time pass fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/St9wl5RkD_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/yUnkm9oHCmg/s1600-h/bc+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/St9wl5RkD_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/yUnkm9oHCmg/s400/bc+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395154674945101810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - - - davison apple orchard plus lots of pumpkins - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/St9wld-AEfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wW1YhT1RJhE/s1600-h/bc+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/St9wld-AEfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wW1YhT1RJhE/s400/bc+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395154667615293938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - - - evening sunset from josh's aunt and uncles house - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his family hosted a wedding reception for us. it was nice to meet a lot of joshs extended family as well as catch up with those i already knew. we also celebrated thanksgiving with like 25 other people. for those of you who are wondering, a canadian thanksgiving looks exactly like an american one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been sick for the past two days so it's been home central for me. i haven't left the house or even gone outside for a while. i'm feeling a bit better this afternoon so maybe tonight josh and i will take a walk. i should get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally bought a vacuum this weekend. our little home had been in a state of 'YUCK' for quite a while now. i busted it out of its box earlier today, assembled it and vacuumed. it makes me feel better to have clean floors. it was seriously nasty. [thank you to those who generously gave at the BC wedding reception...you allowed us to buy a vacuum!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i knew it'd be a process, finding a church is harder than expected. we aren't out to find perfection, we know that would be a ridiculous and impossible mission. we just want to find a home in a community that loves the Lord and others, cares about social justice and desires to become less in the presence of the Living God. we are still trusting that it'll come. we just can't give up. we can't give up, we can't give up. [i will say that one church made a good impression on us...all thanks for their subtle jokes about joel osteen (: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh gets off of work in about 15 minutes, which means he should get home in about 45 minutes. i'm hoping to hang up some pictures tonight. we keep talking about doing it but it hasn't happened yet. tonight though. i put pictures in table top frames this morning. it was a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more personal, slightly deeper level, i want to talk about forgiveness and grace. never before, and i mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;never before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; have i learned so much about these two things than i have in marriage with joshua. the other night, after a terrible disagreement, we sat there, cuddling and talking about what had just happened, and we both were at such a state of brokenness. we were broken before one another but also [and even more so] before the Lord. how ugly our humans hearts can be...how quickly we judge and accuse...how desperately we need grace as apart of our daily lives. we can treat each other so ugly and yet, somehow, in the mix of things, we find true forgiveness and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole point is this: if josh and i, two needy and prideful beings, are able to come to terms and understand just a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of forgiveness, how much more must the forgiveness of the Lord be. how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;higher. longer. wider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; how much more have we wronged Him. how much deeper have we betrayed Him. how much wider have we made the gap between us and Him? but oh how He forgives. He forgives and He looooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage puts so many things about the heart of God into a different perspective. this intense love i have for josh will never come close to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;even more intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; love the Lord has for us, His lost and prideful children. oh the many lessons to be learned in this thing called marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i've said it before and i'm sure i'll be saying it again but it's truly the hardest and best thing i've ever been in/experienced. i'm so committed to this marriage that we've been brought into and i am so committed to being a faithful and loving wife. it takes time and so much effort but if Gods promises are true [and i believe they are] I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babe, i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/St95nQ_kUmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a2_QOWie-Zk/s1600-h/bc+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/St95nQ_kUmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a2_QOWie-Zk/s400/bc+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395164594096591458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- - - thanksgiving afternoon - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-5548095547300181974?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/5548095547300181974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-you-can-take-this-heart.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/5548095547300181974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/5548095547300181974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-you-can-take-this-heart.html' title='only you can take this heart.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/St9wl5RkD_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/yUnkm9oHCmg/s72-c/bc+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-1106913808342412893</id><published>2009-09-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:02:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they're up!</title><content type='html'>blog world - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our wedding pictures are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2299276&amp;amp;id=17022221&amp;amp;l=fa4981d33f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go there to view (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our photographer did a great job at capturing the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-1106913808342412893?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/1106913808342412893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/theyre-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1106913808342412893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1106913808342412893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/theyre-up.html' title='they&apos;re up!'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-3208354568085446425</id><published>2009-09-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:23:58.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stirring.</title><content type='html'>i have been trying to write this blog for over a week now.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i try...it just doesn't happen. maybe today is different.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know though. i may highlight and delete everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all know from my previous post, sweet little josephine tested positive for HIV. since that post, she's been put on medication and has responded soooo well to them. what a blessing and a joy to hear. she's smile and laughing and seems to be in a lot less pain. her parents put up to videos of her today. though i know that many people enjoy watching them, those videos are extra special to me. for over almost 3 years now, i have known josie, played with josie, loved josie, prayed for josie, pleaded with God to do a good work in her body. the Mayernick's were a direct answer to my prayers. so thankful for them. every morning i wake up and check my blog roll...hoping they updated their blog with good news, pictures or stories. and what do you know! today i got a video. thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all that's gone on in the past week has really spurred my heart to prayer and thinking. in addition to all that my head is doing on it's own, my husbands jon foreman cd has been in the car and playing over and over. there is a certain song that i have been drawn to, listening to it over and over and over and over. it's called equally skilled. i was going to post lyrics but here is a link to the song [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0VsJKV6j6c]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not the direct message of the song but here is what i have been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sets his people in families for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;And when we treat our families without love and respect we take this GIFT for granted.&lt;br /&gt;we almost cheapen the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[are you following?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the song are these lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of justice comes and is even now swiftly arriving&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust anyone at all not your best friend or even your wife&lt;br /&gt;For the son hates the father the daughter despises even her mother&lt;br /&gt;Look! Your enemies are right, right in the room of your very household&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what our society has done. we've cheapened the relationship. we've taken out of joy and blessing and trust of so many families and replaced it with hate and dishonesty and jealousy. but ohhhh look at the BEAUTY of what a family can really be. God calls himself Father. paints a pretty good picture of how God views family. it's important to Him. so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am convicted of this when my ugly side comes out towards josh. i don't mean to be ugly but i let lies get in the way of truth and start to give in to my selfishness and stubbornness. it's not what my heart wants. i'm working on it. and lately, i have felt the depth of this truth that God has set me in a family for a reason. there is something special to be learned from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; my mind goes on to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a Believer and one who wants what the Father wants, what do i do about those without a family? what do i do about the fact that there are SO MANY people without a family around the world? there are many causes for a person not being in a true family relationship but my heart has been focusing on orphans. orphans. close to 147 million orphans in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's abrupt but all of a sudden, i don't feel like writing much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147 million. God is doing something.&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't stop racing. He's moving.&lt;br /&gt;Something is stirring.&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I are praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-3208354568085446425?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/3208354568085446425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/stirring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/3208354568085446425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/3208354568085446425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/stirring.html' title='stirring.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-1415606475280354528</id><published>2009-09-15T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:33:34.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's always a step ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Sq_Po64a9pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QEUwbxICAis/s1600-h/josie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Sq_Po64a9pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QEUwbxICAis/s200/josie+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381748381638653586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josephine, the little ugandan girl that i once dreamed of having my daughter and living with me in the States is being adopted by the amazing mayernick family that resides in the nashville, tennessee area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their first ugandan court date was supposed to be yesterday morning in kampala.&lt;br /&gt;it was pushed back 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they took that sweet little girl in for her medical examination that's needed for the adoption process. i don't even know how to do this because it absolutely breaks my heart to write this but one of the tests performed was an HIV test and it came back positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my heart that her little body has had to fight this for who knows how long now without any help from the amazing medicines out there. it frustrates me that she lacked the medical attention she needed from those that could offer it so easily. i am thankful for the mayernick's that are physically walking this road with josie and for all of those out there that are walking the emotional and spiritual road with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen God heal people before my eyes. i don't doubt that God could heal her precious body of such an evil disease. however, even if a complete healing doesn't happen, the presence of God is not made smaller, if anything, it is only enhanced. for where evil is trying to win, God is already there, fighting a bigger battle. may we all trust God to work in her body and be the Conqueror we know he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would give anything to hold josie in my arms right now and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't. so i pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here and i pray.&lt;br /&gt;i pray for her body.&lt;br /&gt;i pray for the mayernick family.&lt;br /&gt;i pray for the court system in uganda that the adoption process wouldn't be slowed down.&lt;br /&gt;i pray for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;i pray that joy would come each and ever morning for all of those involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, we pray you would show up in all of your mighty Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else to write.&lt;br /&gt;hope and sadness and love and peace are overwhelming my heart right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Sq_Ppf4rjHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xX3FWb8rC_U/s1600-h/josie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Sq_Ppf4rjHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xX3FWb8rC_U/s200/josie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381748391571852402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of peace, be near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-1415606475280354528?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/1415606475280354528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-always-step-ahead.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1415606475280354528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1415606475280354528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-always-step-ahead.html' title='He&apos;s always a step ahead.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Sq_Po64a9pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QEUwbxICAis/s72-c/josie+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-3770033130708959529</id><published>2009-09-07T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:50:04.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quaint on 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;blog world: we're moving in!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i signed the lease and we have a place!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the blessing that we were waiting for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i think the jumping up and down and quietly squealing in the bedroom when the landlord walked into the kitchen is enough to prove my sheer delight in the place we were in]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's on 1st Street...how quaint.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decent size living room/dining room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good size bedroom with great closet storage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hallway closet with deep shelves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carpets were cleaned yesterday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute bathroom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it lacks a bathtub but has a great shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SqUw3ljZbfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7MeUodvIUj8/s1600-h/3369758730_bc231fbfa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SqUw3ljZbfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7MeUodvIUj8/s200/3369758730_bc231fbfa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378759061495442930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kitchen is the perfect size.&lt;br /&gt;  good counter space. new fridge.&lt;br /&gt;  stove/oven isn't something to write home about but it works &amp;amp; we're thankful!&lt;br /&gt;the hallway is super short but one of it's corners is perfect for a cute little table.&lt;br /&gt;our own washer and dryer - we don't even have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd utilities are included. which is so good because as we all know, canada gets COLD in the winter and with my body and the warmth that's needed to make it comfortable, it's nice we don't have to pay for the gas bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and we get to paint anything and everything we want!&lt;br /&gt; jonah, one of joshs friends, is a painter and is helping us out tonight/tomorrow so we can move in on thursday or friday! [give the little place enough time to air out. the way my mind has been lately, the less fumes to influence me, the better (: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since most everyone we know lives out of town, we plan on doing a little photo album of our place so that people can see...since they can't visit ): it's better than nothing i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'll go over to the place with some of our stuff and then make what i imagine to be a very long list of things we need. between all of the 'first time groceries' we'll have to buy there is the long list of common household items we'll have to purchase. good thing Josh had 6 hours of overtime last week...? i'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has provided in crazy ways in our lives. we're learning/training ourselves not to let finances worry us and stress us out. our money is not our own and what we need will be provided. we're also looking and praying for places to give our money. we're huge believers in that what we're given should be redistributed to various needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is my prayer in the harvest - when favor and providence flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know i'm filled to be emptied again - the seed i've received i will sow&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that your heart would be open to the needs that surround you. Lord, help us all not to cling to the things of this world but let us use what we've been given to bless others in their need. it's time for the followers of Jesus to get creative and eager in giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to hear your thoughts on just about...anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned. our life is never boring. [well...sometimes it is.]&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="slly"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SqU5UB05G_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/X2dqAoSpmDI/s1600-h/Photo+64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SqU5UB05G_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/X2dqAoSpmDI/s200/Photo+64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378768346214374386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-3770033130708959529?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/3770033130708959529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/quaint-on-1st.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/3770033130708959529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/3770033130708959529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/quaint-on-1st.html' title='quaint on 1st'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SqUw3ljZbfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7MeUodvIUj8/s72-c/3369758730_bc231fbfa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-1416017920289908922</id><published>2009-09-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:41:16.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish i had plans.</title><content type='html'>apartment searching has the potential to ruin a persons brain.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. it's like a brain numbing process.&lt;br /&gt;everything looks the same after a while which isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and i are believing that there is a good place out there for us but at times, it's hard to keep up the motivation to KEEP looking. it's pretty sad when you've practically memorized the listings on 3 different sites. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh has been working for one week now. he says that the days pass by really quick which is a blessing considering he's working a little bit of overtime each day. however, i think he's pretty pumped for his first paycheck. i'm so proud of him...he really is fantastic. takes such good care of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite part of the day is picking him up after work at the train station. [thank God for public transportation - it helps us a lot in a city like this] he's so cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a gym here. it's called SpaLady. [awesome, yes?] it's an all female gym and there are 3 locations in the calgary area. i'm hoping that our cute, awesome, great, fantastic, homey new place is close to one of their gyms. it'd be sweet. their classes look good. however, is SpaLady doesn't work out, there's always the good fallback of GoodLife Fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is my life coming to?! i'm blogging about the GYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cher is on the ellen show.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was cher.&lt;br /&gt;i kid, i kid.&lt;br /&gt;but really. i'd pay good money to see her show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live with 3 cats right now. i have actually come to not mind 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;if any of you out there know of any cats that do NOT shed, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll invest in one of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. now for REAL. what is my life coming to?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm saying i'd buy a CAT?!&lt;br /&gt;for those of you that know me pretty well, you'll know how BIG that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you with this very classy picture.&lt;br /&gt;quite typical. my dad golfing. me...who knows.&lt;br /&gt;[ps - you can't tell but my dress is unzipped. let me remind you of how HOT it was that day...heat index was over 105. i needed to uh, excuse me, air out and apparently adjust myself. i am the classiest...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SqFeeQWF0FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2BlsO7jM-qo/s1600-h/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SqFeeQWF0FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2BlsO7jM-qo/s320/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377683303933792338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be well my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-1416017920289908922?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/1416017920289908922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish-i-had-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1416017920289908922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/1416017920289908922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish-i-had-plans.html' title='wish i had plans.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/SqFeeQWF0FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2BlsO7jM-qo/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-7714159622342231244</id><published>2009-08-31T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:14:18.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the move has been made.</title><content type='html'>hello hello from calgary, alberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we've been here almost a week now. it seems slow and fast all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; within 24 hours of getting to town, josh had a job interview&lt;br /&gt; within 28 hours of getting to town, josh had a job.&lt;br /&gt; it was a huge answer to our prayers.&lt;br /&gt; he started this morning and when he called me during lunch, he was enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he should be home in the next 45 minutes and after that we have 4 possible places to look at.&lt;br /&gt; we are hoping and praying that a place opens up that we can call our own home.&lt;br /&gt; HOPEFULLY i'll have good news next post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; many of you who read this regularly are probably wondering how crossing the border went for us last week. obviously (: i got across and thankfully, it was with ease. after exporting the car from the USA, we went through normal customs. after that we were sent to immigration. after that we went to import the car into Canada. after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we went to pay for everything. importing the car is costing a lot more than what we once though. ugh. oh well. at least it's here...this city would suck without at least one car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after our 23,526th call to immigration, we found out that i AM able to work here before/during my permanent residency process. now it's our mission to find a job that is willing to do a little extra paperwork and patience to hire this american. fingers crossed it happens relatively soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i wish i had more exciting things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have plans to join a gym...?&lt;br /&gt; wait. that's not exciting.&lt;br /&gt; oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'll just end this now with some pictures from the drive up&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/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7ENYsjAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/knYf4V-Z9lc/s1600-h/the+drive+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7ENYsjAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/knYf4V-Z9lc/s320/the+drive+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376236998672288770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, please....explain this?! [colorado, usa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7EfdrnjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VJQ6UKXxaYg/s1600-h/the+drive+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7EfdrnjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VJQ6UKXxaYg/s320/the+drive+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237003525037618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw so much road [wyoming, usa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7E7d7a2I/AAAAAAAAADE/LKq7rKOk25g/s1600-h/the+drive+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7E7d7a2I/AAAAAAAAADE/LKq7rKOk25g/s320/the+drive+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237011042265954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't tell but there are BEAUTIFUL mountains behind us [wyoming, usa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7FDDrCQI/AAAAAAAAADM/t1b0P1Dh_wg/s1600-h/the+drive+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7FDDrCQI/AAAAAAAAADM/t1b0P1Dh_wg/s320/the+drive+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237013079623938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera doesn't do the sun justice in this [wyoming, usa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7Fq1bf6I/AAAAAAAAADU/ESx9VNNQ9R4/s1600-h/the+drive+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7Fq1bf6I/AAAAAAAAADU/ESx9VNNQ9R4/s320/the+drive+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237023757303714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day of driving - boredom? [montana, usa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7uNxjPgI/AAAAAAAAADk/SoF3Cmn4MH0/s1600-h/the+drive+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7uNxjPgI/AAAAAAAAADk/SoF3Cmn4MH0/s320/the+drive+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237720331042306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? they let me in! [coutts, alberta, canada]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7tgquQAI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y7HS86iVre4/s1600-h/the+drive+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7tgquQAI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y7HS86iVre4/s320/the+drive+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237708222808066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving into the city...our new home [calgary, alberta, canada]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later folks. let me know if you're reading! i'd love to know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, love and joy from the newlyweds,&lt;br /&gt;the schneider's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-7714159622342231244?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/7714159622342231244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/08/move-has-been-made.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/7714159622342231244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/7714159622342231244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/08/move-has-been-made.html' title='the move has been made.'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Spw7ENYsjAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/knYf4V-Z9lc/s72-c/the+drive+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-2335196222372865396</id><published>2009-08-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:22:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaaaand we're married!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 weeks seem to have flown by but at the same time, our wonderful wedding seems like it was more than 2 weeks ago. so many things have happened in the past weeks. it's been good and overwhelming and crazy and good and uh, stressful [amongst other things].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding was wonderful. just as i [the bride] had imagined it to look. josh looking dashing and he insists i was the most beautiful bride ever (: our bridal party and family was amazing. our photographer was fannntastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7Kbo5oe8I/AAAAAAAAABs/hNSn1x6xGPs/s1600-h/j5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7Kbo5oe8I/AAAAAAAAABs/hNSn1x6xGPs/s320/j5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453981684005826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7KcJUpwLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SEzSJZOp7p4/s1600-h/j13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7KcJUpwLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SEzSJZOp7p4/s320/j13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453990387269810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7KcsPrztI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U2YZ7Itzhj0/s1600-h/j14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7KcsPrztI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U2YZ7Itzhj0/s320/j14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453999761673938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;08-07-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we get the photo cd back, we'll have a whole post of pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so good to have so many of the people we love in the same room. sadly, many of josh friends and some of his family were unable to make it down to the wedding because canada is sooo far away. we're planning a little reception in the calgary area so we can see everyone there. should be a fun time. i want to meet some of his old friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after the wedding, josh and i left for a week-ish in sunny florida.&lt;br /&gt;the beach was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;the sun was bright.&lt;br /&gt;the waves were good.&lt;br /&gt;our hotel was great.&lt;br /&gt;our skin got darker.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QCVHZ_oI/AAAAAAAAACk/lGdWTkN0fh0/s1600-h/honeymoon+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QCVHZ_oI/AAAAAAAAACk/lGdWTkN0fh0/s320/honeymoon+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460143946104450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QBz3sKGI/AAAAAAAAACc/T7OhY8m3rcs/s1600-h/honeymoon+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QBz3sKGI/AAAAAAAAACc/T7OhY8m3rcs/s320/honeymoon+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460135021815906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QBaUZN2I/AAAAAAAAACU/WfZVX2OGk9U/s1600-h/honeymoon+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QBaUZN2I/AAAAAAAAACU/WfZVX2OGk9U/s320/honeymoon+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460128162887522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QA_7M4xI/AAAAAAAAACM/9lZkP1MH2Bs/s1600-h/honeymoon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QA_7M4xI/AAAAAAAAACM/9lZkP1MH2Bs/s320/honeymoon+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460121077900050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QABWeWyI/AAAAAAAAACE/iqoSvTx-W9I/s1600-h/honeymoon+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7QABWeWyI/AAAAAAAAACE/iqoSvTx-W9I/s320/honeymoon+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460104280857378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08-10-09 thru 08-15-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the quality is weird on these but sorry. i don't feel like fixing it right now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;florida was super but when we returned, reality was knocking down our door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immigration papers.&lt;br /&gt;exporting the stratus to canada.&lt;br /&gt;packing up my room.&lt;br /&gt;writing thank you's before we left for canada [to save on postage]&lt;br /&gt;seeing friends. saying good-bye to friends.&lt;br /&gt;being with family.&lt;br /&gt;changing my name at 100 different places.&lt;br /&gt;thing after thing after thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday morning now and pretty much everything on that small list is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm working on the attitude of my heart. i'm doing my best to invite the peace of the Lord into my heart but with all that is going on at once, it's a challenge. but i'm trying. i'm trying really really hard. yesterday afternoon, after much chaos and stress in my heart and mind, my wonderful husband looked me in the eye and asked me 'do you trust that God will take care of us?' what a good reality check that was because i do believe that God will take care of us. i believe that and i know it's true but i have been allowing lies and doubts to come in and get in the way of what's True. i'm ready to trust God...regardless of what it may look like 2 days, 2 weeks, 2 months, 2 years from now. whatever happens, josh and i need to be reminding ourselves that God has not forgotten us. we are still right there in His hand, being cared for and watched over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we leave kansas monday morning, driving many hours to the middle of nowhere montana and spending the night. tuesday marks the day we have been waiting for and praying about for many months now. mid-day tuesday, we'll cross the border into canada. so many things are up in the air about this process but we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trusting&lt;/span&gt; that all will go well. dis regarding the small chance i may be denied entry, we press on believing that what God has been calling us to in the past months has not changed. by the love and grace of God, i will be allowed into canada and will start the process for permanent residency soon after. your prayers in this matter would mean more than i could ever explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am off to write a few more thank you cards. only 9 more! i wish i could convey my thankfulness towards those that came in a more meaningful personal way. everyones love and support has made such a big impact in our life. but i guess that [unfortunately] for now, our cute thank you cards will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep you updated on what the next 4 days hold for josh and i.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i can, i'll update everyone about our border crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and keep checking...we're hoping to photo/video blog our drive up there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the Rock. His work is perfect, for all His ways are just;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a God of faithfulness and without injustice,righteous and upright is He.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deuteronomy 32.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7lXRLL8iI/AAAAAAAAACs/rCexTseLBEI/s1600-h/golfing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7lXRLL8iI/AAAAAAAAACs/rCexTseLBEI/s320/golfing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372483593409655330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;08-19-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[golfing with my parents]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-2335196222372865396?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/2335196222372865396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaaand-were-married-past-2-weeks-seem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2335196222372865396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/2335196222372865396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaaand-were-married-past-2-weeks-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/So7Kbo5oe8I/AAAAAAAAABs/hNSn1x6xGPs/s72-c/j5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825616436179916739.post-8374886271580180047</id><published>2009-08-08T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:39:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Sn4o12Rsw7I/AAAAAAAAABM/vffrARFxxc0/s1600-h/j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Sn4o12Rsw7I/AAAAAAAAABM/vffrARFxxc0/s320/j1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367772711440139186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to our world as newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[more to come]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825616436179916739-8374886271580180047?l=andthentheywereone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/feeds/8374886271580180047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/8374886271580180047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825616436179916739/posts/default/8374886271580180047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthentheywereone.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome.html' title='welcome'/><author><name>mrs schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545670289060351085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/S3w89rRapXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JNi0nttOYTM/S220/prof+20-13-47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZCbVPrV1KA/Sn4o12Rsw7I/AAAAAAAAABM/vffrARFxxc0/s72-c/j1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
