<?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-2568435531611283071</id><updated>2011-09-28T12:29:34.463-04:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Jane Austen'/><category term='Winter Fun'/><category term='resting in Christ'/><category term='doing hard things'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='the love of Christ'/><category term='relationship with Christ'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='witnessing'/><category term='the Savior&apos;s love'/><category term='living for Christ'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='old movies'/><category term='nature'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Inward Beauty'/><category term='cute kitties'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='Christmastime'/><category term='retreats'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='movie reviews'/><category term='family'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Christ&apos;s power'/><category term='period dramas'/><category term='my life'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='Christians in politics'/><category term='reading'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='giving thanks'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='break'/><category term='cats'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='God&apos;s faithfulness'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='singleness'/><category term='God&apos;s Kingdom and Sovereignty'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='praising God'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Mothers'/><category term='God&apos;s Sovereignty'/><category term='little brothers'/><category term='patience'/><category term='Love'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='speaking for Christ'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='snow'/><category term='a set-apart life'/><category term='busyness'/><category term='Graduations'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>In Christ Alone</title><subtitle type='html'>"I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me." ~Galatians 2:20</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-2466247041201890533</id><published>2010-12-22T23:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:10:04.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best. Christmas. Movie. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/R7Kwn3YpmNQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7Kwn3YpmNQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7Kwn3YpmNQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/MQ4JeqY0Noc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQ4JeqY0Noc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQ4JeqY0Noc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I came across these videos on youtube with some of the best clips from the movie "It's a Wonderful Life". For me, watching this movie makes Christmas more complete--this is a favorite film in my household and I'm sure it's the same in yours. =) If I don't post before Saturday, Merry Christmas everyone!!! =) *you'll have to turn my music off at the bottom to watch the videos. And if you only have time to watch one, watch the one on the bottom-it's definitely my favorite*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-2466247041201890533?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/2466247041201890533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=2466247041201890533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2466247041201890533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2466247041201890533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-christmas-movie-ever.html' title='Best. Christmas. Movie. Ever.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1729278069605118634</id><published>2010-12-01T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:12:31.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period dramas'/><title type='text'>A Man-to-Man Talk</title><content type='html'>Ok, I came across this while reading some threads about Pride and Prejudice (you know me and my period dramas) and I thought it was hilarious. It's an imaginary conversation between Darcy and John Thornton (North and South). It's funnny how alike these two are...and how much the women they're in love with have similarities. This is just for fun...hope you enjoy. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitzwilliam Darcy: “All right?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Thornton: “I’ve been better.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Hmmm, I know that look. You’ve got woman trouble and I bet I know of just what kind. Don’t tell me. You met a girl with more than the full complement of opinions. You then spent several weeks trying to tell yourself you didn’t like her, in spite of the fact that you were thinking about her all the time and pretty much wanted to – er – marry her without delay. You popped over to share the glad tidings and, instead of being deeply sensible of the honour and sobbing into your shirt front with gratitude, she read you a lecture about your shortcomings and started eyeing the fireirons.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “That’s exactly what happened – how did you know?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Been there, done that, bought the cravat. There’s more. Having trodden her dainty feet all over your heart, I’ll bet the ranch she then made some crack about you being ungentlemanly.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Oh yes – I got that off both barrels.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Thought so. Me too. Classic ‘get-lost-you-lowlife’ tactic. I take it you exited stage right in a bigger hurry than you arrived?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “I did.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “And then your own family started getting on the case and, before you knew where you were, you’d got some funereal old bird giving you the yap about how your bride of choice was, in fact, Satan in petticoats.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Yeah, my mother did have one or two things to say on the subject.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “I had an aunt sticking her beak in. Did your girlfriend get a visit from the old crone?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “She certainly did.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “I knew it. And did the light of your life give the old dear a flea for her trouble?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Yep. Big time.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Your woman-of-choice and mine aren’t sisters by any chance are they? She’s got a load of sisters, I lose count ….” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Only if her father’s a deceased ex-clergyman. Shame he’s deceased - he was a nice old boy, I really liked him.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Not sisters then. My father-in-law is still among us. He’s a good bloke as it goes, but the mother …. don’t get me started.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Nightmare?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “The full ticket to dreadful. All I can say is thank God there are a lot of miles and bad roads between Derbyshire and Hertfordshire. What’s your girlfriend’s old lady like?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Dead.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Result. How’d you manage that?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “I polluted the local climate with my factory and it aggravated her consumption. Cost me a fortune in fruit baskets before she finally shuffled off though. Never bought so many flippin’ grapes.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “So, to recap: you had the offer of your heart callously given the full frosty. I take it you’ve spent the time since being thoroughly miserable and reforming your character?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Check on both counts. If you knew how much stew I’ve had to eat in the company of oiks just to impress her.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “I know the drill. I had to cosy up to my tenants and bribe my housekeeper to spread the word. Believe me, it’ll be worth it in the end - women lap all that stuff up. What you need now is some family crisis that you can sort out on the QT, so you can look heroic but modest with it. I had a stroke of luck in that department. The beloved’s silly cow sister ran off with a total scumbag. I strongarmed the scumbag into doing the decent thing. Cost me a packet but the dream date started to look more favourably on the old suit so it was worth every penny.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “I’m already sorted on that one thanks. There was some trouble with this girl’s brother. Never met him but he sounds like a bit of a numpty to be honest. Anyway, he landed her with a possible court appearance which made her lip wobble big time. Couldn’t have that, so I put a stop to it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “What did she say to that?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Not much, although she has stopped lecturing me about my moral duty every time I enter a room, so that’s a step up. I’m going to see her later this morning actually. She wants to lend me 18 grand.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “18 grand eh? Well, it’s none of my business mate, but I think you might be in there.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “I dunno. I saw her at dinner last night and she wasn’t very chatty. Looked a bit pink though.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Well, play it by ear. See how she is this a.m. Have you got some romantic gesture up your sleeve just in case the moment presents?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “It’s not up my sleeve, it’s in my waistcoat pocket. I’ve got some roses in there that come from her hometown. She’s completely sentimental about the place.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Impressive. If she doesn’t want to snuggle up after that I think you’ll just have to cut your losses.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: “Oh well, better get going – don’t want to be late. Just one thing though …. do you think there’s any truth in the saying that if you want to know what your wife will be like in 20 years, just look at her mother?” &lt;br /&gt;[Long, long pause.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: “Let’s hope, for your sake and mine, that there isn’t.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1729278069605118634?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1729278069605118634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1729278069605118634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1729278069605118634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1729278069605118634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2010/12/man-to-man-talk.html' title='A Man-to-Man Talk'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5702769290323942816</id><published>2010-11-13T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:35:53.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>Has it REALLY been since January of this year that I posted?? Wow, I've really become a slacker with this blog. I'm sure hardly anyone ever checks on here anymore, but I'm sorry for those of you who do and never see any new posts! This year has gone by so fast for me. I'm still in the dental hygiene program, and Lord willing,I'll be graduating in 6 months. Can you believe it? I feel like I just started, and I'm already almost done with my 3rd semester in the program. God has really brought me a long way, and I am so amazed at how He has been answering my prayers and calming my nerves this year. So far this has been a very challenging semester--clinic has definitely been alot tougher, but more rewarding as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I fail at something I'm always encouraged by a patient, family member, or friend. Today in clinic one of my more challenging patients (as far as treating her) gave me a hug and was so sweet even though I had to see her for about 5 appointments. I'm just so thankful I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel--it's a good reminder to me that God is always faithful with His promises. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides school, I've been absolutely loving autumn. It's one of my all-time favorite seasons, especially since my two favorite holidays are around this time-Thanksgiving and Christmas (at least the preparation part). And yes, I've already started to listen to my Christmas collection--I know it spoils everything to start so early, but I look forward to it so much I can't wait. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that I'll become better at posting on here, but I'll try to give more updates. I hope you all have been doing well!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" Matthew 6:25-34(This has become one of my favorite verses, especially since this semester!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-5702769290323942816?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5702769290323942816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5702769290323942816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5702769290323942816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5702769290323942816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2010/11/overdue-update.html' title='An Overdue Update'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7555735116979791215</id><published>2010-01-16T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:56:38.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute kitties'/><title type='text'>Couldn't Resist...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I said I wouldn't be posting for a little bit, but I saw this cute kitty video and I just couldn't resist sharing it. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Bmhjf0rKe8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Bmhjf0rKe8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7555735116979791215?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7555735116979791215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7555735116979791215&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7555735116979791215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7555735116979791215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2010/01/couldnt-resist.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Resist...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8351831118839951343</id><published>2010-01-15T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:42:48.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Fun....=D</title><content type='html'>School has started today, and my stress levels are already up! This semester will be so much harder than my last one, especially since I'm seeing patients. Also, I'm taking a statistics class....online. Needless to say, I won't be on here for a little while, except to check on blogs. I'm really coveting your prayers--it won't be easy, and I'm so afraid of failing. Well, I want to keep my grades up, so I'm off to start doing some early reading for my classes. If anyone else is taking college classes, let me know so I can be praying for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8351831118839951343?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8351831118839951343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8351831118839951343&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8351831118839951343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8351831118839951343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2010/01/college-fund.html' title='College Fun....=D'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8751186149332458344</id><published>2010-01-07T00:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:47:07.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period dramas'/><title type='text'>Favorite Female Period Drama Characters</title><content type='html'>Ok, this might be my last post until I start school again, so I thought I would do a fun post. As you all know, I absolutely love period dramas and fantasy films like Narnia and Lord of the Rings. So I thought I would&amp;nbsp;list 15 of my&amp;nbsp;favorite women characters from&amp;nbsp;certain films&amp;nbsp;and describe what I like about them. If you have the time and you want to, you can do the same by either commenting on&amp;nbsp;this post or writing on your own blog. If you write the list on your own blog, let me know! I'd love to see your responses. And you don't have to do 15...if you can only list 10 or fewer, that's fine.&amp;nbsp;If I have time, I might even be able to do another post about my favorite men from period dramas. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UALJ0T9kI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4uWPe3GTvpM/s1600-h/flurries-Margaret%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UALJ0T9kI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4uWPe3GTvpM/s200/flurries-Margaret%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Margaret Hale from &lt;em&gt;North and South&lt;/em&gt;. I had a lot of trouble picking my top favorite female character, but I finally decided on Margaret. She has so many admirable character traits--she&amp;nbsp;is bold, courageous, and not afraid to speak her mind when it came to defending the factory workers in Milton. Also, she&amp;nbsp;is kind, compassionate, and caring, especially toward her parents. When Margaret finds out that a family in the area is financially struggling, she brings food and other necessities to help them. Althougth Margaret is sometimes outspoken and makes mistakes, her motives are pure and she always seeks to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UCAf14GNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/1d1achoOsEM/s1600-h/lizzy_bennet_pride_prejudice_bbc_400%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UCAf14GNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/1d1achoOsEM/s200/lizzy_bennet_pride_prejudice_bbc_400%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Elizabeth Bennet from &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I almost put Lizzy Bennet as my first choice because I have always admired her. Lizzy is very similar to Miss Hale in that she is bold and is not afraid to tell others what she thinks. She is a bit more witty though and loves&amp;nbsp;sparring with&amp;nbsp;words with Mr. Darcy. Not one to be easily flattered, she does not accept arrogant Mr. Darcy's first proposal even though he is a very wealthy man. While she is&amp;nbsp;rightly prejudiced against him, she readily admits her faults when she realizes how she has mis-judged&amp;nbsp;Darcy and a friend of hers,&amp;nbsp;Mr. Wickham. Elizabeth is beautiful and talented, but she never lets these things go to her head and is humble about her accomplishments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UD7HXpyAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/f53EsNF0wOQ/s1600-h/Northanger_Abbey1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UD7HXpyAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/f53EsNF0wOQ/s200/Northanger_Abbey1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Catherine Moorland from&lt;em&gt; Northanger Abbey&lt;/em&gt;. Now here is a character I can really relate to! Catherine is an avid reader of novels and naively dreams of being a heroine. When family friends take her to Bath, all her dreams seem to be coming true when she meets the dashing Mr. Tilney. Catherine soon meets the rest of his family and becomes convinced that something mysterious lurks in their past. When visiting at the Tilney's esate, Northanger Abbey, she lets her imagination get the better of her, and makes an accusation that shocks Mr. Tilney. Ashamed and grived that she has upset her friend, Catherine is not surprised when she is turned out of&amp;nbsp;Northanger Abbey and left to find her own&amp;nbsp;way&amp;nbsp;home. Of course she has a happy ending, but what I really enjoy about this character is that she does&amp;nbsp;make mistakes that we all find ourselves making.&amp;nbsp;After reading certain books, I find myself daydreaming and making up my own stories, and that's why I find&amp;nbsp;Catherine so amusing and easy to relate to. I think we've all had instances where&amp;nbsp;we speak before we really think the situation out, and that's exactly what Catherine does. Also, she is&amp;nbsp;is sweet, although easily influenced, but&amp;nbsp;is quick to&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;and turn away from wrong. Whew! I sure had a lot to write for her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UHCNfMMpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7IXyVVAUZUs/s1600-h/molly%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UHCNfMMpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7IXyVVAUZUs/s200/molly%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. Molly Gibson from &lt;em&gt;Wives and Daughters&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Who doesn't like Molly? She is sweet, amiable, and so tender-hearted. Even when her love interest, Roger Hamley, falls for her step-sister Cynthia, Molly bravely bears it and unselfishly says nothing. Of course, she's not perfect, but Molly is always thinking of others before herself. She also has a deep love and respect for her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UH_uNUldI/AAAAAAAAA5k/RE3XCFcab48/s1600-h/Sense-and-Sensibility-jane-austen-996550_1024_576%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UH_uNUldI/AAAAAAAAA5k/RE3XCFcab48/s200/Sense-and-Sensibility-jane-austen-996550_1024_576%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Elinor Dashwood from &lt;em&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/em&gt;. If only I could be more like Elinor! She is so wise and makes fewer mistakes because she keeps her emotions in check, especially&amp;nbsp;when it comes to relationships. She lovingly takes care of her family and tries to protect her younger sister, Marianne, who is the exact opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UJNhbjMZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ysEZ-DyFQPc/s1600-h/n564051107_567366_7057%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UJNhbjMZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ysEZ-DyFQPc/s200/n564051107_567366_7057%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Maid Marian from &lt;em&gt;Robin Hood&lt;/em&gt; (BBC America). Ok, so Marian isn't your typical Jane Austen gal and has some flaws in this series, but she's still one of my favorites. She's&amp;nbsp;very brave, fiesty,&amp;nbsp;and fiercely loyal to her country. BBC tries to make her a&amp;nbsp;more modern Marian, like when she almost leaves her home because her father doesn't support her fighting against the Sheriff of Nottingham. Marian stays though, and the relationship&amp;nbsp;she has with her father is strong. She loves him and&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;join Robin and his gang&amp;nbsp;because she wants to protect him. Marian finds her own ways of helping Robin out, but has to be careful because Guy of Gisbourne (played brilliantly by Richard Armitage) is very&amp;nbsp;interested in her to say the least.&amp;nbsp;Again, she is one of those characters&amp;nbsp;you can relate to more because she makes mistakes which she regrets.&amp;nbsp;Marian is impulsive and&amp;nbsp;has good intentions, but does not always think before she acts. She&amp;nbsp;is willing to give&amp;nbsp;all she has to protect King Richard, even if it means death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UxkI5P80I/AAAAAAAAA6E/bePS9yAqg3k/s1600-h/medium_austen%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UxkI5P80I/AAAAAAAAA6E/bePS9yAqg3k/s200/medium_austen%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Marianne Dashwood from &lt;em&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/em&gt;. When I was younger and watched the 1995 version of this film, Marianne always got on my nerves. But as I got older I appreciated her more. Yes, she's a little childish, but she is very innocent and actually quite naive as well. She wants a passionate, picture-perfect romance, and Willoughby seems like the perfect fit to her. She is another heroine who learns from her mistakes, and in the end she even admits to Elinor that she wishes she showed more discretion like her older sister.&amp;nbsp;I especially like the Marianne in the new adaptation of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/em&gt;--she seems&amp;nbsp;more sweet &amp;nbsp;and genuine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0Uz0AyWipI/AAAAAAAAA6M/iEURmSN2n6M/s1600-h/autumn2108_1466213c%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0Uz0AyWipI/AAAAAAAAA6M/iEURmSN2n6M/s200/autumn2108_1466213c%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. Emma from &lt;em&gt;Emma&lt;/em&gt; (with Romola Garai). I usually don't like this character--actually, I used to not like her at all. She was more likable in the Gwneth Paltrow version, but I always felt she was such a snob! As you all know, I love the newest version of &lt;em&gt;Emma&lt;/em&gt;. Romola Garai brought so&amp;nbsp; much to Emma's character and actually made me &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; her for the first time. Yes, she could be a snob and very meddlesome, but&amp;nbsp;I could understand more about Emma and why she acted this way because the film&amp;nbsp;presents her background&amp;nbsp;so well. And again, I know I've made mistakes where I've been prejudiced or snobby against a person without really knowing much about them. Emma is so different from Jane Austen's other&amp;nbsp;heroines because she has so many flaws, but at least she admits her faults throughout the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0U23cvrHqI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Zb82tnSg8EY/s1600-h/Jane_Bingley.sized%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0U23cvrHqI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Zb82tnSg8EY/s200/Jane_Bingley.sized%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Jane Bennet from &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;. First of all, the BBC or A&amp;amp;E version of Pride and Prejudice will always be my favorite. Second, I prefer the actress who plays Lizzy in this version much more than&amp;nbsp;Keira Knightley's Elizabeth. But...I do like the actress who plays&amp;nbsp;Jane in the latest &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;. She is so pretty, and&amp;nbsp;she really fits the part for Jane, although the other actress did a fine job too. And who can say anything against Jane? She is so sweet&amp;nbsp;that she never&amp;nbsp;finds fault with anybody, gets along with everyone, and doesn't even get mad at Bingley when he leaves without&amp;nbsp;saying goodbye. She's such&amp;nbsp;a sweetheart-I wish I could be more like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0U86GKGEjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/yMERS4NEmUE/s1600-h/jane_eyre_05_465x370%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0U86GKGEjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/yMERS4NEmUE/s200/jane_eyre_05_465x370%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;10. Jane Eyre from &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt;. I have seen so many versions of this film, and for the most part, I've been able to take away some good from each one. I especially like the newest version (which is where the picture comes from) but I also enjoy the 1983 &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt; with Timothy Dalton. Jane is such a complex character, but she is&amp;nbsp;a strong woman despite her difficult background. She stands her ground, even&amp;nbsp;when she is faced with a difficult decision (when Mr. Rochester wants to marry her and she knows she can't). She also appears to be a Christian, based on many of her&amp;nbsp;discussions with Mr. Rochester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0U-byXfU7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/yZku7S-jgJk/s1600-h/anne2%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0U-byXfU7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/yZku7S-jgJk/s200/anne2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;11. Anne from &lt;em&gt;Anne of Green Gables. &lt;/em&gt;I've always loved Anne! She always makes me laugh and is constantly getting into some sort of trouble. She's smart and isn't easily flattered by Gilbert Blythe (although to this day I still get mad at her when she doesn't accept&amp;nbsp;his proposal&amp;nbsp;at first!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0VoHaZuWWI/AAAAAAAAA60/aZIuN_M9K0g/s1600-h/esther_396_396x222%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0VoHaZuWWI/AAAAAAAAA60/aZIuN_M9K0g/s200/esther_396_396x222%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;12. Esther in&lt;em&gt; Bleak House&lt;/em&gt;. I love this character. She is humble and loyal to those she loves, and is very much a mother figure to Ada, the young woman she lives with at Bleak House. I think&amp;nbsp;Esther shows kindness and wisdom to nearly everyone she encounters. She has a troubled past though, and is further confused by Lady Dedlock, a mysterious woman who might be able to give her the answers she's been looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0Vq_DtjK5I/AAAAAAAAA68/3-wufCDiVrc/s1600-h/little-dorrit-2%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0Vq_DtjK5I/AAAAAAAAA68/3-wufCDiVrc/s200/little-dorrit-2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13. Amy Dorrit&amp;nbsp;from &lt;em&gt;Little Dorrit. &lt;/em&gt;This is a newer BBC miniseries that I've grown to love. It reminds me a lot of Bleak House (it's also written by Charles Dickens), so if you enjoyed that series, you'll like Little Dorrit. Amy, the main character,&amp;nbsp;and her family live in the Marshalsea, which is a debtor's prison. She is the backbone of the family--she is a hard worker and is the most reliable in her household. Even when her circumstances&amp;nbsp;change, Amy still remains the same,&amp;nbsp;and is as helpful and kind as&amp;nbsp;she was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0Vs0eMOiSI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GcJd2urFSeo/s1600-h/lge_Persuasion_080606024745140_wideweb__300x300%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0Vs0eMOiSI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GcJd2urFSeo/s200/lge_Persuasion_080606024745140_wideweb__300x300%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;14. Anne Elliot from &lt;em&gt;Persuasion&lt;/em&gt;. I enjoy the movie Persuasion, but I don't love it. Maybe I haven't seen an adaptation yet that I truly love. The version with Sally Hawkins is my favorite so far. What I do enjoy about the story is&amp;nbsp;the idea&amp;nbsp;that second chances do happen, even when it doesn't seem possible. Anne is saddened that she was persuaded by her snobbish family not to marry a young man&amp;nbsp;whom she loved. This man is now a wealthy&amp;nbsp;sea captain when he comes back&amp;nbsp;several years later, and Anne feels his sting of rejection as he coldly acknowledges her. Through it all she&amp;nbsp;bears it&amp;nbsp;bravely, and is convinced to show a firmness of character so that she does not make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0VuqiicznI/AAAAAAAAA7M/zmpDhjBJJZ4/s1600-h/Arwen_RotK_26%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0VuqiicznI/AAAAAAAAA7M/zmpDhjBJJZ4/s200/Arwen_RotK_26%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;15. Arwen Evenstar from &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;. I know &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; isn't exactly a period drama, but Arwen is one of my favorite literary characters. For those of you not familiar with the story, Arwen is an immortal elf who falls in love with a mortal man, which is a cardinal sin according to the elves.&amp;nbsp;The movies include her much more than the books do, but I'm really glad they did because she is a fascinating character, with, unfortunately, a bittersweet ending. She marries the man she loves, but lives on even after his death. &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/2568435531611283071-8751186149332458344?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8751186149332458344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8751186149332458344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8751186149332458344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8751186149332458344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2010/01/favorite-female-period-drama-characters.html' title='Favorite Female Period Drama Characters'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/S0UALJ0T9kI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4uWPe3GTvpM/s72-c/flurries-Margaret%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-6040092582599574552</id><published>2009-12-25T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:45:39.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Good Tidings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And the angel said unto them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fear not: for, behold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I bring you good tidings of great joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Which shall be to all people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;For unto you is born this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In the city of David a Savior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Which is Christ the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And this shall be a sign unto you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lying in a manger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Luke 2:10-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Earth's joy is small, her mirth is trivial, but heaven has sent us joy immeasurable, fit for immortal minds. Inasmuch as no note if time is appended and no intimation is given that the message will ever be reversed, we may say that it is a lasting joy, a joy which will ring all down the ages, the echoes of which shall be heard until the trumpet brings the resurrection; yes, and onward forever and ever. For when God sent forth the angel in his brightness to say, "I bring you good tidings of great joy, which be to all people," He did as much as say, "From this time forward, it shall be joy to the sons of men; there shall be peace to the human race and goodwill toward men forever and ever, as long as there is glory to God in the highest." What a blessed thought! The Star of Bethlehem shall never set. Jesus, the fairest among ten thousand, the most lovely among the beautiful, is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;joy forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~Charles Spurgeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-6040092582599574552?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/6040092582599574552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=6040092582599574552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/6040092582599574552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/6040092582599574552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-tidings.html' title='Good Tidings!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1041477645866656905</id><published>2009-12-21T16:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:26:32.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Done...for now</title><content type='html'>I officially completed my first semester in dental hygiene school! Let me tell you, it was hard! I wasn't sure if I was going to make it past the finals, but God gave me the grace to do it. Now I just need to relax and enjoy the Christmas holidays...I feel like I need to be studying something though, so it's a strange (nice!) feeling. A few days ago we got so&amp;nbsp;much snow--a little over 20 inches I think, so maybe it will stay for Christmas and we'll have a white Christmas after all. Speaking of a white Christmas, I think I'll watch that movie later. Here are some pictures from the past few weeks, and from our snowstorm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_mYUyjFkI/AAAAAAAAA48/6Ux7-EZo_B4/s1600-h/DSC06601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_mYUyjFkI/AAAAAAAAA48/6Ux7-EZo_B4/s400/DSC06601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_lsuikPpI/AAAAAAAAA4M/aKhz8VN9I_Q/s1600-h/DSC06633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_lsuikPpI/AAAAAAAAA4M/aKhz8VN9I_Q/s400/DSC06633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_lyCcI3BI/AAAAAAAAA4U/jJBJIJ7SEPM/s1600-h/DSC06613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_lyCcI3BI/AAAAAAAAA4U/jJBJIJ7SEPM/s400/DSC06613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel's sock monkey ornament-she's a huge monkey fan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_l07ofCII/AAAAAAAAA4c/ju1QyrZeOYw/s1600-h/DSC06624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_l07ofCII/AAAAAAAAA4c/ju1QyrZeOYw/s400/DSC06624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My White Christmas ornament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_l3aCD12I/AAAAAAAAA4k/8d0gGKQ-Zws/s1600-h/DSC06625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_l3aCD12I/AAAAAAAAA4k/8d0gGKQ-Zws/s400/DSC06625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_mBEua1pI/AAAAAAAAA4s/r-jKd-nc_9s/s1600-h/DSC06740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_mBEua1pI/AAAAAAAAA4s/r-jKd-nc_9s/s400/DSC06740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_mPPefLlI/AAAAAAAAA40/dl8QN4vujq0/s1600-h/DSC06743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_mPPefLlI/AAAAAAAAA40/dl8QN4vujq0/s400/DSC06743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at that snow!&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/2568435531611283071-1041477645866656905?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1041477645866656905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1041477645866656905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1041477645866656905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1041477645866656905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/12/donefor-now.html' title='Done...for now'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sy_mYUyjFkI/AAAAAAAAA48/6Ux7-EZo_B4/s72-c/DSC06601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3075913290213791129</id><published>2009-11-26T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:08:46.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>So many things to be thankful for--where to begin? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family-I love them all so much. =) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My God, Who has challenged and pushed me a lot these past couple of months. He's made me realize how much I depend on myself, and how much I fail when I do that. Thank you Lord, for being so patient with me! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My freedom--I really believe that I take this for granted. I was just thinking about all the coutries who don't enjoy the same things I do. Yes, some of our freedoms in America are being compromised, but in comparison to other nations, we are very blessed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My schooling. Ok, this was a tough one for me to put on the list. I was just thinking how crazy I was for picking dental hygiene as my major...but once again,&amp;nbsp;some young people&amp;nbsp;in other countries might not have the opportunity I have right now. I really take my schooling for granted--there are others who really desire an education, but can't pursue their dreams. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My clothing/food/home/job. These are the little things I KNOW I take for granted each and every day. I find myself complaining that I need new clothes, but in reality, I have more than enough. And food...another biggie that I don't always appreciate.&amp;nbsp;And I'm really blessed to have a job right now, even though I'm only working 1 or 2 days a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, I'm thankful for all of you. You know who&amp;nbsp;you are.&amp;nbsp;=)&amp;nbsp;Oh yes, and I'm extremely thankful for my 5 day break from classes...I've been needing this break for awhile now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3075913290213791129?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3075913290213791129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3075913290213791129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3075913290213791129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3075913290213791129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-2551868899010177402</id><published>2009-11-22T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:35:22.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://revsongbird.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/11/17/cornucopia.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://revsongbird.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/11/17/cornucopia.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've done it again. I said I wouldn't, but I just couldn't resist. Another year has come and yet again I've pulled out my Christmas music before Thanksgiving. Actually, I started way back in October, just because I love Christmas music that much. =) It's my favorite holiday, and Thanksgiving follows pretty close after it. Just out of curiosity--does anyone else besides me listen to Christmas music early? I hope I'm not the only one.&amp;nbsp;I think this music is&amp;nbsp;therapeutic for me....it helps calm&amp;nbsp;me when I'm studying the anatomy of teeth.&amp;nbsp;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-2551868899010177402?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/2551868899010177402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=2551868899010177402&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2551868899010177402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2551868899010177402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8716580486820737300</id><published>2009-11-07T00:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:32:37.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Austen'/><title type='text'>It's Here!</title><content type='html'>For all you Jane Austen lovers out there, the new Emma miniseries has just been released! It stars Romola Garai and many other familiar faces from BBC period&amp;nbsp;films. I don't think it's out on DVD yet, but you can watch&amp;nbsp;the series for&amp;nbsp;free on this site (&lt;a href="http://tudorphiles.ning.com/video/emma-part-one-2009-clip-1"&gt;http://tudorphiles.ning.com/video/emma-part-one-2009-clip-1&lt;/a&gt;). The only drawback is that there are several clips you have to go through to watch the whole film, but I'm glad I can watch it now instead of waiting for my library to get it. I've only watched three clips, and from what I've seen, this might just be my favorite Emma out of all them so far. =) So my mom and I will be enjoying watching another Jane Austen film together...even though we know the storyline by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S.*&lt;br /&gt;It's a little hard watching the movie on the site I posted (the picture quality is very blurry when watching in fullscreen), but if you go this youtube channel (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cat4fab#p/u/23/wIDDka3X-LI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/cat4fab#p/u/23/wIDDka3X-LI&lt;/a&gt;) you can watch all the channels much easier and the picture is really clear. I'm almost done (1 more episode to go!) and it definitely my favorite out of all of the Emma films.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8716580486820737300?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8716580486820737300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8716580486820737300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8716580486820737300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8716580486820737300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5199594668386256076</id><published>2009-11-06T17:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:01:06.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Rachel! (A few days late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a&amp;nbsp;little girl who is loving and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SvSYN77rI2I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oTXTyJFHf1Y/s1600-h/Spring+2008+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SvSYN77rI2I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oTXTyJFHf1Y/s400/Spring+2008+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She's kind to all, even to little critters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SvSmxjg3wWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/UXLJeagaMpI/s1600-h/DSC02736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SvSmxjg3wWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/UXLJeagaMpI/s400/DSC02736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And she's growing up way too fast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SvSmSs4tiZI/AAAAAAAAAzU/EC2Nz5ZLt5k/s1600-h/DSC06287+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SvSmSs4tiZI/AAAAAAAAAzU/EC2Nz5ZLt5k/s400/DSC06287+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday sweetie!&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/2568435531611283071-5199594668386256076?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5199594668386256076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5199594668386256076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5199594668386256076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5199594668386256076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-rachel-few-days-late.html' title='Happy Birthday, Rachel! (A few days late)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SvSYN77rI2I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oTXTyJFHf1Y/s72-c/Spring+2008+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3149708080412363759</id><published>2009-10-31T11:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:19:35.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Corn Mazes...and Gene Kelly =D</title><content type='html'>Happy Saturday to you all! Midterms are over, and these crazy past two weeks have come to an end. Today my family and I are going to a corn maze, so I'm looking forward to just enjoying the day without studying too much. =D Since I don't have that much more to say, I found this fun video of Gene Kelly tap-dancing on rollerskates. That's right, &lt;em&gt;rollerskates&lt;/em&gt;. I think that man could do anything. So, I thought I would share it with those of you who enjoy his films. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAISjlN_p8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAISjlN_p8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3149708080412363759?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3149708080412363759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3149708080412363759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3149708080412363759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3149708080412363759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/10/corn-mazesand-gene-kelly-d.html' title='Corn Mazes...and Gene Kelly =D'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7089646064712748084</id><published>2009-10-19T17:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:38:54.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period dramas'/><title type='text'>Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm supposed to be studying for midterms, but I'm looking at period drama clips on youtube instead. =D Ella recommended Bleak House, and after watching the series last weekend, I can see why. It is definitely very long, but the story line is so interesting it's hard to stop watching!&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm going to post a video that you can watch if you like. The video shows the &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; proposals Esther had in the movie, and honestly I think Mr. Guppy's two proposals are hilarious (especially the first, just because he was so awkward). If you want, leave a comment and tell me which proposal you think is the best. =) People who have already watched the movie will probably be able to make more sense out of the scenes, but even if you haven't, watch and tell me what you think. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, back to studying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh, and you might want to turn my music off at the bottom of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAdp8RCvZL0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAdp8RCvZL0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7089646064712748084?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7089646064712748084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7089646064712748084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7089646064712748084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7089646064712748084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for Fun'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8021422178987432220</id><published>2009-10-03T21:21:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:27:32.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Life in the Dental Hygiene Program...and more randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rush. Stress. Study. More Stress. Tests. Teeth, teeth, and more teeth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, I think you get the point. This is what my life has been like for the last month. I knew beforehand how it would be in this program, but there is just SO much information I'm learning that my head is spinning when I come home. But I got throught the first month, so I know I can get through the rest of the semester. I am learning a lot of really interesting things in my classes, and I love being with the same people all the time. I'm getting to know everyone and make some good friends, and get this, there's one student in my class who was a dentist in Russia! He's the only guy in the class, but he's funny and makes all of us girls laugh when we're feeling stressed about anything. Also, I met one girl in the class who was homeschooled! I was really excited about that because she is the first homescooler I've met at the college, and it's great having that connection with her. There is sooo much more I could tell you, but I won't bore you with the nitty gritty details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do want to ask prayer for something specific in my own life. Before I started the program, I knew my devotion time would become more of a challenge for me to keep up, and I was so sure that I wouldn't let that happen. But it has happened...in the rush of getting to school every morning and studying and reading my textbooks, devotions have been becoming a lower priority. I know I need to be disciplined in this area, and I need to pray more about it. I just feel afraid that my heart will get harder if I keep letting the problem continue. As I get involved in the program and become better friends with the new people I'm meeting, I see how easy it is to depend less on God and more on myself. But the reality of the matter is is that God has been taking me each step of the way, even when I don't realize it. So I need to remember to always give the glory to Him, because it's very easy for me to become prideful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I'm typing this, I'm looking at our calender, which has a peaceful picture of mountains and the beautiful colors of autumn on the trees. Ever wish you could just jump into one of those pictures and escape life for a little while? I do-I'd love to stay there during this whole upcoming week actually. =) You know what I also love about this picture? It has this beautiful verse from the Psalms which says that God alone is my rock and my salvation. Just like those mountains, He is constant and can not be moved. Even though I haven't been very constant to Him, all along He has been there for me. It puts me to shame just thinking about it as I'm typing these words. My heart is so fickle--one minute it's burning with a passion for the Lord, and the next it's lukewarm and apathetic. I want to change this, but I know it's going to take time and a lot of prayer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there it is--a brief overview of my life this past month, and a prayer request. I want to share some pictures that were taken pretty recently. It's a mish-mash of photos taken from our trip to VA Beach and others from my home. I haven't had the opportunity to take as many pictures lately, and I miss having the liberty to pick up my camera and just snap away. Now I am only at liberty to study...oh, and blog occasionally. =) Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/ href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SsgEbnWjgnI/AAAAAAAAAyE/gHaSEIsylJs/s1600-h/DSC03541.JPG" &lt;a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388561826615362162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SsgEbnWjgnI/AAAAAAAAAyE/gHaSEIsylJs/s320/DSC03541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SsgEbfO_rFI/AAAAAAAAAx8/t7kEZoThkiM/s1600-h/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388561824436169810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SsgEbfO_rFI/AAAAAAAAAx8/t7kEZoThkiM/s320/DSC03438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SsgEaxXzDdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vy7VP1Dygig/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388561812125060562" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sp3TKuBY4TI/AAAAAAAAAvk/A1T2xxoaLKs/s320/DSC05483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, what happened to that longer update I was going to give all of you? I can't believe I am starting dental hygiene classes tomorrow! I am very nervous because I have some tough courses, so I appreciate your prayers if anyone still reads this blog! I never did post my summer pictures--I feel like a very bad blogger. I know I really need to catch up with some of your blogs. I hope you all had a fantastic summer...today really felt like a beautiful fall day here, so I hope you were able to enjoy it too! I miss the summer already though; it felt way too fast. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hopefully* I will stay true to my word and update more frequently, even though I'll be really busy. Thanks for bearing with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love in Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-6238985340437695429?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/6238985340437695429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=6238985340437695429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/6238985340437695429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/6238985340437695429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/09/school.html' title='Goodbye, Summer!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sp3TKuBY4TI/AAAAAAAAAvk/A1T2xxoaLKs/s72-c/DSC05483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7110582061962819468</id><published>2009-07-27T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:31:45.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><content type='html'>It seems like I've had so much I want to say on here, but as soon as I sit down, my mind goes completely blank! I thought I would have so much time during the summer to really spend time on this blog, but I really failed at that, didn't I? Lord willing I'll be posting something longer very soon! Tell me about your summer- doing anything exciting? Oh, and if you have time, go to &lt;a href="http://girl-inside.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Girl Inside&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in finding out about a good book to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7110582061962819468?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7110582061962819468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7110582061962819468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7110582061962819468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7110582061962819468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/07/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-6256107217261098360</id><published>2009-06-23T21:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:56:46.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>Pressing Forward</title><content type='html'>A dear sister in Christ introduced this song to me, and I was so encouraged by the beautiful lyrics and its message of hope! Please be inspired by it as well- this is for all of you who have been struggling through those long valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hard year&lt;br /&gt;But I'm climbing out of the rubble&lt;br /&gt;These lessons are hard&lt;br /&gt;Healing changes are subtle&lt;br /&gt;But every day it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less like tearing, more like building&lt;br /&gt;Less like captive, more like willing&lt;br /&gt;Less like breakdown, more like surrender&lt;br /&gt;Less like haunting, more like remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel You here&lt;br /&gt;And You're picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Forever faithful&lt;br /&gt;It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation&lt;br /&gt;But You are able&lt;br /&gt;And in Your hands the pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Look less like scars and more like&lt;br /&gt;Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less like a prison, more like my room&lt;br /&gt;It's less like a casket, more like a womb&lt;br /&gt;Less like dying, more like transcending&lt;br /&gt;Less like fear, less like an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel You here&lt;br /&gt;And You're picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Forever faithful&lt;br /&gt;It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation&lt;br /&gt;But You are able&lt;br /&gt;And in Your hands the pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Look less like scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little while ago&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't feel the power or the hope&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't cope, I couldn't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;Just a little while back&lt;br /&gt;I was desperate, broken, laid out, hoping&lt;br /&gt;You would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need You&lt;br /&gt;And I want You here&lt;br /&gt;And I feel You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know You're here&lt;br /&gt;And You're picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Forever faithful&lt;br /&gt;It seemed out of my hands, a bad, bad situation&lt;br /&gt;But You are able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Your hands the pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Look less like scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sara Groves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."~Philippians 3:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-6256107217261098360?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/6256107217261098360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=6256107217261098360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/6256107217261098360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/6256107217261098360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/06/pressing-forward.html' title='Pressing Forward'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8677376913148827570</id><published>2009-05-29T12:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:51:51.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Photography Contest</title><content type='html'>Hannah has a photography contest over at her blog, &lt;a href="http://trustinginhislove.blogspot.com/2009/05/laets-try-againphotography-contest.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trusting in His Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out if you have the chance! Here are my two photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SiAeCZpoo5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/J2BpzEe1MKw/s1600-h/Spring+2008+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341302184655496082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SiAeCZpoo5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/J2BpzEe1MKw/s400/Spring+2008+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SiAbvHMvWnI/AAAAAAAAAus/UkdHJGiYopQ/s1600-h/DSC02541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341299654261693042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SiAbvHMvWnI/AAAAAAAAAus/UkdHJGiYopQ/s400/DSC02541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8677376913148827570?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8677376913148827570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8677376913148827570&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8677376913148827570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8677376913148827570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/05/photography-contest.html' title='Photography Contest'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SiAeCZpoo5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/J2BpzEe1MKw/s72-c/Spring+2008+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-6928670488695859659</id><published>2009-05-21T12:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:36:24.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers'/><title type='text'>More Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been quite busy these past couple of weeks! First, there was Mother's Day, so I got many family shots that day. It was so beautiful outside, so I hope all of you were able to enjoy the weather and the time spent with loved ones. Then my friend Ashley graduated from Patrick Henry College, and that was a special day! But unfortunately, today my cat died. I don't know if any of you remember, but last year my cat Gracie died, and I'm pretty sure Lulu died of the same sickness. It was very sad because it all happened so fast, but I'm glad she doesn't feel any more pain. I was able to take some sweet pictures of her last Wednesday before she really started to fade, so I'm very thankful for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWPUa75b_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/VoacH7HesUU/s1600-h/DSC02367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338330514308296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWPUa75b_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/VoacH7HesUU/s400/DSC02367.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother's Day 09 &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWPUHwZvKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/hpVVouWTPsg/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338330509159808162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWPUHwZvKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/hpVVouWTPsg/s400/DSC02425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWPTz5fiyI/AAAAAAAAAuM/XLR_90B2Ork/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338330503829228322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWPTz5fiyI/AAAAAAAAAuM/XLR_90B2Ork/s400/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOtgDUCRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/i4yHk3-kpZo/s1600-h/DSC02447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338329845666679058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOtgDUCRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/i4yHk3-kpZo/s400/DSC02447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOtWznk1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/pgepBF9jSSM/s1600-h/DSC02460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338329843184931666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOtWznk1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/pgepBF9jSSM/s400/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Henry College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOtMFYfxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Mwt46GjTrFY/s1600-h/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338329840306650898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOtMFYfxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Mwt46GjTrFY/s400/DSC02834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOs4rnvfI/AAAAAAAAAts/2FEbXdCMqBg/s1600-h/DSC02802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338329835098324466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOs4rnvfI/AAAAAAAAAts/2FEbXdCMqBg/s400/DSC02802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley (on the left) and her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOsuZ6FdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/AvtTMhFdvTM/s1600-h/DSC02799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338329832339674578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWOsuZ6FdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/AvtTMhFdvTM/s400/DSC02799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNx0I8c2I/AAAAAAAAAtc/j8rkM1SK_RI/s1600-h/DSC02832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338328820266857314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNx0I8c2I/AAAAAAAAAtc/j8rkM1SK_RI/s400/DSC02832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNxmhXH0I/AAAAAAAAAtU/_9WE48N4D0c/s1600-h/DSC02821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338328816611172162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNxmhXH0I/AAAAAAAAAtU/_9WE48N4D0c/s400/DSC02821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNxHNnh9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/oRuk_9cGomY/s1600-h/DSC02850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338328808206862290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNxHNnh9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/oRuk_9cGomY/s400/DSC02850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNw30wfzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/doiX52GIP_Y/s1600-h/DSC02857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338328804076060466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNw30wfzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/doiX52GIP_Y/s400/DSC02857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNwn7SRYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/TUHHHpmHF6o/s1600-h/DSC02869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338328799808472450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWNwn7SRYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/TUHHHpmHF6o/s400/DSC02869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lulu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMnLWr1qI/AAAAAAAAAs0/w3-CZHXB03Y/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338327538008315554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMnLWr1qI/AAAAAAAAAs0/w3-CZHXB03Y/s400/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMm1df5YI/AAAAAAAAAss/pLLM1mCXWEc/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338327532131313026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMm1df5YI/AAAAAAAAAss/pLLM1mCXWEc/s400/DSC02758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMmRmPeDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6EbsvQFDw5E/s1600-h/DSC02795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338327522504308786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMmRmPeDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6EbsvQFDw5E/s400/DSC02795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMmIQT6mI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tALrFPSMo3o/s1600-h/DSC02737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338327519996406370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMmIQT6mI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tALrFPSMo3o/s400/DSC02737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss you Lulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMmCTunmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/lxgY5QLbe_Y/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338327518400126562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWMmCTunmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/lxgY5QLbe_Y/s400/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-6928670488695859659?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/6928670488695859659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=6928670488695859659&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/6928670488695859659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/6928670488695859659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ShWPUa75b_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/VoacH7HesUU/s72-c/DSC02367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-2133929234079071833</id><published>2009-05-09T22:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:48:13.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>All About Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SgZOKEYLcbI/AAAAAAAAArk/CcBoFIWTVzo/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334036743547744690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SgZOKEYLcbI/AAAAAAAAArk/CcBoFIWTVzo/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about you, but Mother's Day is one of my favorite holidays. It's always fun for me to go shopping for my mom, even though it's a challenge sometimes. I try to be somewhat original every year instead of getting the same gifts for her, but it's hard! Do any of you do anything special, like a family tradition? We usually go out to eat (this year at an Italian restaraunt, which is always yummy) and come home later to open gifts. Even if you don't get anything for mom, let her know how much you care for and love her (although I know this should be done every day). It's special having days set-apart like these for the loved ones in our lives. So to all you mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-2133929234079071833?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/2133929234079071833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=2133929234079071833&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2133929234079071833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2133929234079071833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-about-mom.html' title='All About Mom'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SgZOKEYLcbI/AAAAAAAAArk/CcBoFIWTVzo/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7340404013598419050</id><published>2009-04-27T16:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:34:55.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Spring is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pictures taken from the trees in my yard. I love the flowers on these trees-I wish they would stay like this instead of changing into the leaves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiq2TQChI/AAAAAAAAArM/2xeqlaHTCEU/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485328565668370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiq2TQChI/AAAAAAAAArM/2xeqlaHTCEU/s400/DSC01998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiqxe7QLI/AAAAAAAAArE/4VrPH6gEO2w/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485327272460466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiqxe7QLI/AAAAAAAAArE/4VrPH6gEO2w/s400/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiqs9Bo2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Gcgr18D6VdM/s1600-h/DSC02002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485326056530786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiqs9Bo2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Gcgr18D6VdM/s400/DSC02002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiqZIPS4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Igg8p0xZE7w/s1600-h/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485320734854018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiqZIPS4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Igg8p0xZE7w/s400/DSC02012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiqCSImHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/cnJusaovskI/s1600-h/DSC02054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485314602342514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiqCSImHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/cnJusaovskI/s400/DSC02054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of these pictures were taken from my trip to Ohio while I was visiting family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfG9s5wWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/x3S5lsQQAoU/s1600-h/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481413542134114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfG9s5wWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/x3S5lsQQAoU/s400/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfGt9jP8I/AAAAAAAAAqc/Yyg0mdUBCK0/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481409316995010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfGt9jP8I/AAAAAAAAAqc/Yyg0mdUBCK0/s400/DSC01778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfGcg0o2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/L9vwhrWQe4g/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481404633097058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfGcg0o2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/L9vwhrWQe4g/s400/DSC01838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfEw80hFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dUOKXPN_f2o/s1600-h/DSC01811+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481375759500370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfEw80hFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dUOKXPN_f2o/s400/DSC01811+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfEjxrBPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ex8fECbLdmo/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481372223079666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYfEjxrBPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ex8fECbLdmo/s400/DSC01791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cousin, Cayla. We have stayed close for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYePtvAB7I/AAAAAAAAAp8/kQM5Lew33Pw/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480464363161522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYePtvAB7I/AAAAAAAAAp8/kQM5Lew33Pw/s400/DSC01931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her dog, Peaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYePe_jR1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/zcR5ruVwPys/s1600-h/DSC01928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480460406048594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYePe_jR1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/zcR5ruVwPys/s400/DSC01928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYePNkBgKI/AAAAAAAAAps/RvyR24LBzpM/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480455727186082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYePNkBgKI/AAAAAAAAAps/RvyR24LBzpM/s400/DSC01936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Louie, playing Guitar Hero. I'm not very good at this game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYeO5DwCVI/AAAAAAAAApk/4cGyx_JepiM/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480450223114578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYeO5DwCVI/AAAAAAAAApk/4cGyx_JepiM/s400/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay for little sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYeO-jjUOI/AAAAAAAAApc/G49YLG-tLNY/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480451698675938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYeO-jjUOI/AAAAAAAAApc/G49YLG-tLNY/s400/DSC01832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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/2568435531611283071-7340404013598419050?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7340404013598419050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7340404013598419050&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7340404013598419050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7340404013598419050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is Here'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SfYiq2TQChI/AAAAAAAAArM/2xeqlaHTCEU/s72-c/DSC01998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1331335358466986057</id><published>2009-04-21T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:11:49.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have guessed, I have been a little busy lately. Last week my family was visiting relatives for Easter, and since I have been back I have been working non-stop at the dental office. Tomorrow, I'm hoping I'll be able to post some pictures from the trip. I hope you all had a wonderful Easter and enjoyed the time with family and friends as you celebrated the Savior's resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1331335358466986057?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1331335358466986057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1331335358466986057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1331335358466986057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1331335358466986057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3042433980928196378</id><published>2009-04-01T22:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:11:54.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking for Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Past Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm afraid I've had a touch of writer's block over the past few weeks. However, I would love to share some pictures with you. I went to a retreat over the weekend and I was very blessed to meet some wonderful new friends and listen to very encouraging sermons. The topic was apologetics and defending the faith. I was challenged to speak more boldly for Christ instead of being a lukewarm Christian. Overall it was a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from where I was staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQ0nFcx2kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oXK8mIlMyfs/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319934905913825858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQ0nFcx2kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oXK8mIlMyfs/s400/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some great people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQ0KfZSfcI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AfW_gt3MxMo/s1600-h/DSC01699+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319934414662303170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQ0KfZSfcI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AfW_gt3MxMo/s400/DSC01699+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun group game-Apples to Apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQ0KfAQnNI/AAAAAAAAAms/ne4uF-8ohZ0/s1600-h/DSC01700+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319934414557322450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQ0KfAQnNI/AAAAAAAAAms/ne4uF-8ohZ0/s400/DSC01700+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQpvkS4r9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/wczDqcaGU-A/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922957004877778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQpvkS4r9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/wczDqcaGU-A/s400/DSC01688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQpvskEBSI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Fjqbz2IttRk/s1600-h/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922959224407330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQpvskEBSI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Fjqbz2IttRk/s400/DSC01690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing foosball. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQpvK7TCKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_Dondmv-tDw/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922950195054754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQpvK7TCKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_Dondmv-tDw/s400/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome roomates. And guess what-the first two also share my name! It got a little confusing! Especially when we would call for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQpvH9dW9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/6Jw5iMsjWkk/s1600-h/DSC01692+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319922949398813650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQpvH9dW9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/6Jw5iMsjWkk/s400/DSC01692+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3042433980928196378?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3042433980928196378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3042433980928196378&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3042433980928196378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3042433980928196378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-past-weekend.html' title='My Past Weekend'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SdQ0nFcx2kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oXK8mIlMyfs/s72-c/DSC01689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5854636235838580681</id><published>2009-03-21T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:10:42.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ&apos;s power'/><title type='text'>You Make Me Strong</title><content type='html'>As I listened to this song in my car, I was humbled as I was once again reminded that I am nothing on my own without Christ, but He loves me as His own child and wants to use me for His glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me to leap&lt;br /&gt;Out of my boat on the crashing waves&lt;br /&gt;If You ask me to go&lt;br /&gt;Preach to the lost world that Jesus saves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go, but I cannot go alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm nothing on my own&lt;br /&gt;But the power of Christ in me makes me strong&lt;br /&gt;Makes me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm weak, You make me strong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm blind, You shine Your light on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll never get by living on my own ability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How refreshing to know You don't need me&lt;br /&gt;How amazing to find that You want me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So I'll stand on Your truth, and I'll fight with Your strength&lt;br /&gt;Until You bring the victory, by the power of Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You ask me to run&lt;br /&gt;And carry Your light into foreign land&lt;br /&gt;If You ask me to fight&lt;br /&gt;Deliver Your people from Satan's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go, but I cannot go alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm nothing on my own&lt;br /&gt;But the power of Christ in me makes me strong&lt;br /&gt;Makes me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach out with Your hands&lt;br /&gt;To learn through Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To love with the love of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;To feel with Your heart&lt;br /&gt;And to think with Your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'd give my last breath for Your glory&lt;br /&gt;~Casting Crowns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-5854636235838580681?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5854636235838580681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5854636235838580681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5854636235838580681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5854636235838580681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-make-me-strong.html' title='You Make Me Strong'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8010634121637191665</id><published>2009-03-18T23:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:43:50.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>Girl-Inside Getting-to-Know-You Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Hi there! These are my answers to the survey posted on &lt;a href="http://girl-inside.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-getting-to-know-you-and-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Girl Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Remember to post the question/answer survey on your blog too so that you have a good chance at winning&lt;em&gt; Set-Apart Femininity&lt;/em&gt;. Hurry-the giveaway closes on Friday, March 27th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give us your name and age (age is optional) please don't put your last name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Elizabeth- age 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is in your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and mom, siblings Chris (26), Ryan (16), Melissa (14), Matt (12), and Rachel (10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite Bible verse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why is it your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the beautiful promise it holds for those who wait on the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging, playing the piano, scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your biggest struggle as a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping myself separate from the world. It's hard to work and go to a secular school without coming to a certain point where you question everything you've ever believed in. While it's a challenge, it's also a good reminder to me to be in the world, but not of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What would you like us to talk about in the GI blog in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is your favorite author?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, Leslie Ludy, Jane Austen (I know, I was only supposed to name one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite Christian song or poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Thou My Vision and In Christ Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any advice for a fellow sister in Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the world with it's trials and heartaches ever discourage you from serving and praising the Lord. He has a beautiful plan for each of us, and if we wait on Him, we will "mount up with wings like eagles, we will run and not be weary, we will walk and not faint."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8010634121637191665?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8010634121637191665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8010634121637191665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8010634121637191665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8010634121637191665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-inside-getting-to-know-you.html' title='Girl-Inside Getting-to-Know-You Giveaway'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3140209071577252066</id><published>2009-03-17T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:31:50.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Little Critters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ScBczOSIW2I/AAAAAAAAAlM/MudQgks3PTw/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314349595374410594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ScBczOSIW2I/AAAAAAAAAlM/MudQgks3PTw/s400/DSC01630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just couldn't resist posting this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2568435531611283071-3140209071577252066?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3140209071577252066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3140209071577252066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3140209071577252066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3140209071577252066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-critters.html' title='Little Critters'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/ScBczOSIW2I/AAAAAAAAAlM/MudQgks3PTw/s72-c/DSC01630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7825688208294517712</id><published>2009-03-13T16:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:11:02.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>A Special Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Come on over to &lt;a href="http://girl-inside.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Girl Inside&lt;/a&gt; and check out a great giveaway Bev and I are hosting! If you fill at a survey, you have a chance at winning Leslie Ludy's encouraging and thought-provoking new book, &lt;em&gt;Set-Apart Femininity&lt;/em&gt;. The survey will be posted soon, so keep visiting the blog and checking in so you don't miss out on the fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7825688208294517712?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7825688208294517712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7825688208294517712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7825688208294517712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7825688208294517712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-giveaway.html' title='A Special Giveaway!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-59327515186068890</id><published>2009-03-12T23:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:10:34.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>It's Award Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://radiantface.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I just realized you tagged me with these two awards! Thank you SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the awards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lemonade Blog Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SbnUVyV2BuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-4SDkw6mMq0/s1600-h/Lemonade_Award%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510706215945954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SbnUVyV2BuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-4SDkw6mMq0/s200/Lemonade_Award%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and... &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Excellence in Blogcasting Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SbnUVYUFB1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ijg5I8u6cCo/s1600-h/Excellence_in_Blogcasting%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510699229218642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SbnUVYUFB1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Ijg5I8u6cCo/s200/Excellence_in_Blogcasting%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-59327515186068890?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/59327515186068890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/59327515186068890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-award-time.html' title='It&apos;s Award Time'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SbnUVyV2BuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-4SDkw6mMq0/s72-c/Lemonade_Award%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-2988711531740830756</id><published>2009-03-09T00:32:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:46:37.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Sovereignty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praising God'/><title type='text'>Accepted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.2flashgames.com/2fgkjn134kjlh1cfn81vc34/flash/f-Dental-Hygiene-3712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.2flashgames.com/2fgkjn134kjlh1cfn81vc34/flash/f-Dental-Hygiene-3712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dear Dental Hygiene Applicant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! This letter is to inform you that you have been accepted into the Dental Hygiene Program beginning Fall semester, 2009. Our classes commence on Wednesday, September 2. Your projected date of graduation is May 2011. We look forward to welcoming you into the Dental Hygiene Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it happened! Thursday I got a letter from my college, and as I anxiously opened it, I had already prepared myself for the worst. But...I only had to read the first word, "Congratulations", and I went running and screaming to tell everyone the good news. My sisters gave me bewildered expressions as I came hopping in to show my letter, although I'm sure they already knew what I had just found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very hard waiting to find out the news, but it was so worth the wait! I have to admit that in these past few weeks, I have not trusted God as I should have been. I would toss and turn at night, wondering about my future and what God was doing with it. Instead of "being anxious for nothing", I was scared and worried. Thankfully there were many people (including my family) who were being positive and encouraging. So many dear friends continued to let me know they were praying for my acceptance into the program. I truly believe that this was one of the main reasons I got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this was my second time applying, I am not in the same county of this community college, and I was told it would be harder to be accepted. But as I've found out, nothing is impossible with God. I see God's sovereign plan more clearly now. My dad's job is moving in 2011, and that is the year I am scheduled to graduate, Lord willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord really does have a plan for me-it's already being worked out! And He has a plan for you too. No matter what difficulties and challenges you are facing, there is no need to fear because God is working in EVERY situation in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heavenly Father, help me to see your sovereignty at all times, even when I don't feel like praising Your name. Help me to rest in You and stop worrying about my life and future. I pray that I would praise You in times of joy and sorrow. Thank you for showing me your love and grace. Great is Your faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."~Jer. 29:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-2988711531740830756?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/2988711531740830756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=2988711531740830756&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2988711531740830756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2988711531740830756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/03/accepted.html' title='Accepted!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-4882924120653660775</id><published>2009-03-04T00:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:33:59.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie reviews'/><title type='text'>The Christy Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sa4VesEMe9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/s30V-1Qr5nI/s1600-h/516F9ERC9xL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309204627685407698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sa4VesEMe9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/s30V-1Qr5nI/s400/516F9ERC9xL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure how many of you have heard about the book by Catherine Marshall, &lt;em&gt;Christy, &lt;/em&gt;or even the television series based on it. The series came out in the early 90s, so I have memories of watching this show at a fairly young age. I always really enjoyed &lt;em&gt;Christy&lt;/em&gt; because it has the same feel as &lt;em&gt;Little House on the Prairie&lt;/em&gt; and even &lt;em&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/em&gt;. The story centers on Christy Huddleston, a city girl who is determined to make a difference by teaching the secluded children of Cutter Gap, Tennessee. The people of Cutter Gap are superstitious and at times dangerous people. But Christy finds true friendship with some of the women and children and is able to eventually win their trust and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central characters in the story include Miss Alice, a missionary who is also ministering to the people in the cove. Christy loves and respects Miss Alice for her wise and biblical insight. Fairlight Spencer, a sweet woman in Cutter Gap, becomes Christy's faithful friend and confidante. Neil MacNeill is the hardworking doctor of the town, but his atheistic beliefs cause Christy to question her faith and trust in God. Young Rev. David Grantland is the exact opposite of Doc. MacNeill- while he sometimes questions his purpose at serving as pastor of Cutter Gap, he has a strong faith in the Lord and is a stable person in Christy's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't agree with everything in this series, I love how it is for the most part family-friendly, although there are a few episodes that are more mature. What I also enjoy about the &lt;em&gt;Christy &lt;/em&gt;series is that faith in God is presented as more than a feel-good, be-a-good-person philosophy. The TV series does not always stay true to the book or include all the Biblical aspects, but it's refreshing to watch a show that has more of a Christian theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have any of you ever watched &lt;em&gt;Christy&lt;/em&gt;? If so, what are your thoughts on it? The whole series is on amazon.com- it's a show I love watching over and over! I hope you will too if you see it in the near future. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-4882924120653660775?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/4882924120653660775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=4882924120653660775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/4882924120653660775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/4882924120653660775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/03/christy-series.html' title='The Christy Series'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/Sa4VesEMe9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/s30V-1Qr5nI/s72-c/516F9ERC9xL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-143309926380418119</id><published>2009-02-24T22:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:53:17.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>What a Mighty God We Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS-VSvh6qI/AAAAAAAAAj0/dMrERT8Thxg/s1600-h/DSC07826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306575533967010466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS-VSvh6qI/AAAAAAAAAj0/dMrERT8Thxg/s400/DSC07826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I sing the mighty power of God, that made the mountains rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The moon shines full at God’s command, and all the stars obey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS-VETvcaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zcUFfRISmvA/s1600-h/Spring+2008+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306575530092360098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS-VETvcaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zcUFfRISmvA/s400/Spring+2008+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I sing the goodness of the Lord, who filled the earth with food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who formed the creatures through the Word, and then pronounced them good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, where’er I turn my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS-U5LIL9I/AAAAAAAAAjk/twZyDk_RTVc/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306575527103442898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS-U5LIL9I/AAAAAAAAAjk/twZyDk_RTVc/s400/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; There’s not a plant or flower below, but makes Thy glories known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from Thy throne;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaac Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS_TAWJiEI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sBq03NMOp40/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC07886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306576594180606018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS_TAWJiEI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sBq03NMOp40/s400/Copy+of+DSC07886.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/2568435531611283071-143309926380418119?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/143309926380418119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=143309926380418119&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/143309926380418119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/143309926380418119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-mighty-god-we-serve.html' title='What a Mighty God We Serve'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SaS-VSvh6qI/AAAAAAAAAj0/dMrERT8Thxg/s72-c/DSC07826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3087439534549240613</id><published>2009-02-14T00:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:58:34.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's All About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.commentsarchive.com/valentines_day/valentines_day_comment_graphic_11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.commentsarchive.com/valentines_day/valentines_day_comment_graphic_11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.” John 13:34-35. &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/2568435531611283071-3087439534549240613?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3087439534549240613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3087439534549240613&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3087439534549240613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3087439534549240613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-about-love.html' title='It&apos;s All About Love'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-462454592480156125</id><published>2009-02-07T22:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:13:15.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Fun'/><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5bippWsZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/eQ5eVAO54PU/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274462314639762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5bippWsZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/eQ5eVAO54PU/s400/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5bin4-k8I/AAAAAAAAAho/fyncQibnDX4/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274461843297218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5bin4-k8I/AAAAAAAAAho/fyncQibnDX4/s400/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5ax7VEI2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Huio8ckDs64/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300273625247785826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5ax7VEI2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Huio8ckDs64/s400/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5axn14d7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Oe-Cm92lozA/s1600-h/DSC015094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300273620016723890" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5ZEpmjh0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/yigHJiWkdcw/s400/DSC014919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5Yukt8WlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/b7UPn8CV6Mc/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300271368615254610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5Yukt8WlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/b7UPn8CV6Mc/s400/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-462454592480156125?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/462454592480156125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=462454592480156125&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/462454592480156125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/462454592480156125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SY5bippWsZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/eQ5eVAO54PU/s72-c/DSC01507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-4118404177878695405</id><published>2009-02-06T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:30:47.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://setapartforthegrandeurofmymaster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite color? red&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite place to shop? Gap, New York &amp;amp; Co., and Aeropostale&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite junk food? Hmmm, probably a whopper from Burger King&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite thing to do in the summer? Go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite dog breed? Golden Retriever&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite flower? Gladiolas&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite Hair style? Straight...I guess because my hair is naturally curly, so of course I have to like something different. =)&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite thing to wear around the house? Hoodies and jeans&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite thing to do with your Family? Play board games, watch a good movie, and just enjoy being together&lt;br /&gt;10. One of your Bestest friends? Ashley and Neesie are the closest, but God has blessed with some very sweet friends I am so thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite Bible verse? Isaiah 40:31&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite shoes? My brown Skechers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...whoever wants to do this. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-4118404177878695405?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/4118404177878695405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=4118404177878695405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/4118404177878695405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/4118404177878695405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-9121578316893045673</id><published>2009-01-30T23:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:51:52.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><title type='text'>Run to Him</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those mornings where every little thing gets on your nerves and frustrates you? Today I experienced one of those mornings. I've had a very annoying cold for the past couple days that has made me very sleepy- but not during the night. After tossing and turning for most of the night, I was rudely awakened by my alarm clock at 6:15 AM alerting me that I needed to get ready for work. Of course, I was now having absolutely no problem with staying in my bed and getting some much needed rest. It was a struggle dragging myself out from under the covers, but I managed. Still half asleep, I read my devotions, ate a quick breakfast, and quickly got ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I warmed up my car and headed down the road, I realized I couldn't remember much from what I had read in my daily devotional book- not a good start to the day. Also, it seemed as if nearly EVERY car behind me was following only a couple inches from my bumper. I always get irritated when other drivers do that, because I don't want to speed up for them, and I don't want them following me so close in case I have to brake suddenly. As I started to think not-so-nice-thoughts toward the driver behind me, ironically my car radio was playing Twila Paris's song, "Run to You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even on the sad days, I run to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on the good days, too, I run to You&lt;br /&gt;Even before all else fails, You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;You are the wind in my sails, I run to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I heard that first line (I felt like replacing the word "sad" with "bad"), I really didn't feel like running to God or praising Him. I was grouchy, tired, it was early in the morning, and that person behind me was getting way too close for comfort. It's so easy to talk about having patience and being full of love, but when it comes to applying it to my life, it can be quite a different story! I am just so thankful that God is a forgiving and patient Father. He never grows weary or faint, and He gives this same beautiful promise to His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those who wait on the LORD&lt;br /&gt;Shall renew their strength;&lt;br /&gt;They shall mount up with wings like eagles,&lt;br /&gt;They shall run and not be weary,&lt;br /&gt;They shall walk and not faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-9121578316893045673?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/9121578316893045673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=9121578316893045673&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/9121578316893045673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/9121578316893045673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/01/run-to-him.html' title='Run to Him'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1497304982609836532</id><published>2009-01-23T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:31:53.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>A Sweet Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I saw this today on the web and was very touched by it. I'm not sure if all of you have seen this, but it is a reading of the letter Jenna and Barbara Bush wrote for Sasha and Malia Obama. It is so beautiful. Please enjoy! (And once again, turn my music off on the side) =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKaTXETM0wM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKaTXETM0wM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1497304982609836532?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1497304982609836532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1497304982609836532&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1497304982609836532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1497304982609836532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-farewell.html' title='A Sweet Farewell'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8808427654627112605</id><published>2009-01-22T00:47:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:48:02.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my 20th birthday on Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgOJFTYAxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2yfR12lauLg/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293996911179072274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgOJFTYAxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2yfR12lauLg/s400/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest brother Chris had his birthday last Wednesday, so we celebrated his on the weekend. Yay for birthdays! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgOIhMcw-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/MtxeNCtHvAk/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293996901486347234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgOIhMcw-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/MtxeNCtHvAk/s400/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris wearing the special birthday hat that Rachel made for him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgVrgAsfWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/d2LbO7tvbUY/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294005199045426530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgVrgAsfWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/d2LbO7tvbUY/s400/DSC01205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's birthday pie. It is sooo good, but very filling and rich!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgOIQSbWhI/AAAAAAAAAes/QSvsAfgqvGw/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293996896948017682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgOIQSbWhI/AAAAAAAAAes/QSvsAfgqvGw/s400/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty birthday flowers my mom got for me. It was such a nice surprise. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgM-L-mOgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6mWx3znbWkw/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293995624480782850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgM-L-mOgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6mWx3znbWkw/s400/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgM99AG9tI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kZi4XE2JeK4/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293995620460590802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgM99AG9tI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kZi4XE2JeK4/s400/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgM80HOwQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6hsUiq4n47A/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293995600894673154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgM80HOwQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6hsUiq4n47A/s400/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel, the reader in our family, is patiently waiting for my birthday dinner- New England clam chowder soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLe0ZczII/AAAAAAAAAd8/B3OkwkE6Wus/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293993986063387778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLe0ZczII/AAAAAAAAAd8/B3OkwkE6Wus/s400/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel thinks it was worth the wait and that Mommy did an &lt;em&gt;excellent&lt;/em&gt; job. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLeKfUgSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NDYPS-I995s/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293993974813720866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLeKfUgSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NDYPS-I995s/s400/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This belonged to my mom when she was a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLdf6hx1I/AAAAAAAAAds/ADXrJKfKO9M/s1600-h/DSC01287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293993963385112402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLdf6hx1I/AAAAAAAAAds/ADXrJKfKO9M/s400/DSC01287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLcjkyt1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/JYcBy35DbPc/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293993947187820370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLcjkyt1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/JYcBy35DbPc/s400/DSC01286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLcW_5owI/AAAAAAAAAdc/r5C4Mvbzwd8/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293993943811859202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgLcW_5owI/AAAAAAAAAdc/r5C4Mvbzwd8/s400/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Melissa has a birthday coming up next week- she'll be 14! As you can see, January is a VERY busy birthday month for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKmE9eIsI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wa5qPGKrD7c/s1600-h/DSC01291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293993011256894146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKmE9eIsI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wa5qPGKrD7c/s400/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKl-vtToI/AAAAAAAAAdM/UB_MB1B_mos/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293993009588555394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKl-vtToI/AAAAAAAAAdM/UB_MB1B_mos/s400/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom made a delicous strawberry cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKloEbw6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/D6gLmr6Oiro/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293993003501470626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKloEbw6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/D6gLmr6Oiro/s400/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite birthday presents-I LOVE taking tons of pictures, and I've been looking for a big photo frame to hang in my room. My mom surprised me and found a beautiful (and very large!) photo frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKlRXAbqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/G4UEm7fMjk8/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293992997405355682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKlRXAbqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/G4UEm7fMjk8/s400/DSC01319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I know it's a bit bold, but I love the color red, so I was very excited to get this purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKlEh_UQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fmq5cCsZin4/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293992993961758978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgKlEh_UQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fmq5cCsZin4/s400/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a special day and weekend to spend time with my family. I am so thankful for the twenty years God has given me with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgUBskAoAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_a_lLj5zBWw/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2008+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294003381348638722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgUBskAoAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_a_lLj5zBWw/s400/Mother%27s+Day+2008+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.&lt;br /&gt;They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness.~Lamentations 3:22-23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.~Psalm 139:14 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8808427654627112605?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8808427654627112605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8808427654627112605&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8808427654627112605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8808427654627112605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-celebrations.html' title='Birthday Celebrations'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SXgOJFTYAxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2yfR12lauLg/s72-c/DSC01306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5985349224513599682</id><published>2009-01-18T00:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:46:38.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praising God'/><title type='text'>How Can I Keep From Singing</title><content type='html'>I've had this song in my head for the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an endless song&lt;br /&gt;Echoes in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I hear the music ring&lt;br /&gt;And though the storms may come&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on&lt;br /&gt;To the rock I cling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from singing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever say enough&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is Your love&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from shouting Your name&lt;br /&gt;I know I am loved by the King&lt;br /&gt;And it makes my heart want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;For I know my Savior lives&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk with You&lt;br /&gt;Knowing You'll see me through&lt;br /&gt;And sing the songs You give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing in the troubled times&lt;br /&gt;Sing when I win&lt;br /&gt;I can sing when I lose my step&lt;br /&gt;And fall down again&lt;br /&gt;I can sing 'cause You pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Sing 'cause You're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing 'cause You hear me, Lord&lt;br /&gt;When I call to You in prayer&lt;br /&gt;I can sing with my last breath&lt;br /&gt;Sing for I know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll sing with the angels&lt;br /&gt;And the saints around the throne&lt;br /&gt;~Chris Tomlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-5985349224513599682?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5985349224513599682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5985349224513599682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5985349224513599682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Thee:&lt;br /&gt;For thou, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Has not forsaken them that seek Thee. ~Psalm 9:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fellowship with Christ is so honorable a thing that it is worthwhile to suffer, that we may thereby enjoy it. To die with Jesus makes death a perfect treasure; to be a follower in the grave with Him makes death a pleasure. Moreover you and I might be taken for cowards, although we may have fellowship with Him in His glory, if we had no scars to prove the sufferings we had passed through and the wounds we had received for His name. Thus again you see it is for our good to be here; we should not have known fellowship with the Savior if we had not stayed here a little while. I should never have known the Savior's love half as much if I had not been in the storms of affliction. &lt;em&gt;How sweet it is to learn the Savior's love when nobody else loves us! When friends flee, what a blessed thing it is to see that the Savior does not forsake us but still keeps us and holds us fast and clings to us and will not let us go.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Charles Spurgeon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-4969035801357148244?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/4969035801357148244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=4969035801357148244&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/4969035801357148244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/4969035801357148244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-forsaken.html' title='Never Forsaken'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1318088606621711295</id><published>2009-01-01T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:20:38.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Glory to God in highest heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who unto man His Son hath given;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While angels sing with tender mirth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A glad new year to all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;~Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 seems to have flown by, but God has shown me so much this past year. He has been making me aware of my growing need of Him. I've found myself worrying so much about my future, especially these past few months. God has continued to yank at me to get my attention, and I've been reminded that I can fully trust in Him to guide me. He has everything under control, even when nothing seems to make sense. Even through tears, pain, and confusion, the Lord has given me peace and strength which surpasses all understanding. I pray that God will give you this same peace in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year, dear friends.&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/2568435531611283071-1318088606621711295?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1318088606621711295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1318088606621711295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1318088606621711295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1318088606621711295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1154179887054145515</id><published>2008-12-22T21:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:33:30.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmastime'/><title type='text'>Christmas Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“My soul magnifies the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;For He has regarded the lowly state of His maidservant;&lt;br /&gt;For behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed.&lt;br /&gt;For He who is mighty has done great things for me,&lt;br /&gt;And holy is His name.&lt;br /&gt;And His mercy is on those who fear Him&lt;br /&gt;From generation to generation.&lt;br /&gt;He has shown strength with His arm;&lt;br /&gt;He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;He has put down the mighty from their thrones,&lt;br /&gt;And exalted the lowly.&lt;br /&gt;He has filled the hungry with good things,&lt;br /&gt;And the rich He has sent away empty.&lt;br /&gt;He has helped His servant Israel,&lt;br /&gt;In remembrance of His mercy,&lt;br /&gt;As He spoke to our fathers,&lt;br /&gt;To Abraham and to his seed forever.” ~Luke 1:46-55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mary's song of praise in Luke 1. For a young girl, what wisdom she had! I've read many blog posts from dear friends who are concerned about the commercialism of Christmas. It does seem like our society has truly forgotten the real meaning of this holiday, doesn't it? My siblings and I decided to watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas" tonight. For a cartoon, it really has some deep themes! If you haven't seen this short film, Charlie Brown is lamenting the fact that Christmas has become so commercialized. While feeling inferior because he just can't seem to do anything right, his friend Linus points out the reason for the season. He quotes from Luke 1:8-14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying: “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray you all have a wonderful Christmas reflecting on the mercies of a Heavenly Father who gave His only Son for us. He truly is a wonderful Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1154179887054145515?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1154179887054145515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1154179887054145515&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1154179887054145515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1154179887054145515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-thoughts.html' title='Christmas Thoughts'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3735292658281384075</id><published>2008-12-18T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:23:13.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Inside</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! I just wanted to let all of you know that I will be helping my friend, &lt;a href="http://highcalling.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with her blog, &lt;a href="http://girl-inside.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Girl Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'd LOVE to have feedback from you. Let me know if you have any suggestions for topics you want me to write on. I am so excited to help out- thanks Bev!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3735292658281384075?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3735292658281384075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3735292658281384075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3735292658281384075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3735292658281384075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/12/girl-inside.html' title='The Girl Inside'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7215250201597422750</id><published>2008-12-15T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:04:25.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old movies'/><title type='text'>In the Good Old Summertime</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd show you a clip from &lt;em&gt;In the Good Old Summertime&lt;/em&gt;. For all you musical lovers, enjoy! (remember to turn my music off on the side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCHKw7tcOAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCHKw7tcOAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7215250201597422750?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7215250201597422750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7215250201597422750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7215250201597422750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7215250201597422750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-good-old-summertime.html' title='In the Good Old Summertime'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3408302679147900009</id><published>2008-12-15T21:36:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:53:54.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;        I guess I'm a little overdue for a post. To start with, I am officially done for the semester! I had my last exam tonight (and it was hard) but now it's all over. I thought I'd share some pictures of what's been going on this month. Christmas is my favorite holiday, so I've been having so much fun buying presents (I have them wrapped or put in bags already!), listening to Christmas music, and watching Christmas movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        What are some of your favorite Christmas films? If you look back in my archives from December 2007, I made a post about some of my favorite Christmas movies. I could probably add a couple new ones to my list, but my top favorites are &lt;em&gt;It's a Wonderful Life, White Christmas, The Bishop's Wife,&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Nativity Story.&lt;/em&gt; And Neesie, I'm sorry I fell asleep watching that at your house the other night! After seeing most of &lt;em&gt;In the Good Old Summertime&lt;/em&gt; last week, I'd have to say that is becoming another favorite of mine. Well, here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt, Rachel, and Melissa at my grandma's house on Thanksgiving. Isn't her tree pretty?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280220279464652402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUccXk1N7nI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gSxg5blOBX8/s400/DSC006266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melissa waiting for us to decide on which Christmas tree we should pick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcc_J8AxZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3M1u9f4RbfI/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280220959440160146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcc_J8AxZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3M1u9f4RbfI/s400/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt and Ryan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcdHKUwJ-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/u1kw_RnDAiU/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280221096982882274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcdHKUwJ-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/u1kw_RnDAiU/s400/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In front of our Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcc0AqPOqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/a_vSiLMC1Vs/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280220767971130018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcc0AqPOqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/a_vSiLMC1Vs/s400/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dad cutting it down.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcdQ55-HCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PyP7C2MlQto/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280221264374275106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcdQ55-HCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PyP7C2MlQto/s400/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcddCexv0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/XEgbMHhlQAI/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280221472834568002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcddCexv0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/XEgbMHhlQAI/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the fun part...decorating it. Matt and I are always the last ones decorating the tree- we love doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcfiUg0oKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jUx2CkTOhNA/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280223762597585058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcfiUg0oKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jUx2CkTOhNA/s400/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcfyi6i7pI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N1gk85cioyc/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280224041341480594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcfyi6i7pI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N1gk85cioyc/s400/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The finished product.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUceg9naSVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RY39md-pMC0/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280222639759706450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUceg9naSVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RY39md-pMC0/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcfBLefiQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hpFxLWTtH_o/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280223193236211970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcfBLefiQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hpFxLWTtH_o/s400/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Christmas village&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcgP_20VqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F06FhEvDRJs/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280224547326678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcgP_20VqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F06FhEvDRJs/s400/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcgbP-Zp3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GYrwdAqmG2w/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280224740632012658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcgbP-Zp3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GYrwdAqmG2w/s400/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is our Christmas picture for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcb5RQZz8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/8l5XwZsLYlk/s1600-h/DSC006593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280219758813892546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcb5RQZz8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/8l5XwZsLYlk/s400/DSC006593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother and I went to a fun brunch at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://highcalling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bev's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcji9wCAxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VnFy_EOddRU/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280228171713741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcji9wCAxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VnFy_EOddRU/s400/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://takemylife-neesie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neesie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (and Bev's younger sister), is turning 16 soon, so I went to her party over the weekend. The theme was from It's a Wonderful Life. It was very cute&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcY20ejzEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0ROZrbVCeIQ/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216418194017346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcY20ejzEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0ROZrbVCeIQ/s400/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laura came for the party too. Yay for friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcYOzLlYpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8bgNdSdl95k/s1600-h/DSC009214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215730651226770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcYOzLlYpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8bgNdSdl95k/s400/DSC009214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Neesie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcXKoP7XXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bR2wCKTl81c/s1600-h/DSC009086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214559485549938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUcXKoP7XXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bR2wCKTl81c/s400/DSC009086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3408302679147900009?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3408302679147900009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3408302679147900009&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3408302679147900009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3408302679147900009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SUccXk1N7nI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gSxg5blOBX8/s72-c/DSC006266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-2808514048031061218</id><published>2008-12-03T16:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:58:15.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Time Off</title><content type='html'>With my two big labs out of the way, that just leaves me with three more classes to finish up. I am so excited to be done, and I'm especially excited about Christmas. Here's a little bit of what I'll be doing over break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scrapbooking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STb8SL_VNsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yqb0c3KnzCw/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681402897381058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STb8SL_VNsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yqb0c3KnzCw/s320/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STb8nwDAzII/AAAAAAAAAW4/l374uUcB_Yw/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681773353749634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STb8nwDAzII/AAAAAAAAAW4/l374uUcB_Yw/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reading...lots of it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STb-fPZjVEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bA52r1xQVCU/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275683826174219330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STb-fPZjVEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bA52r1xQVCU/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And playing the piano... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STcACCF0k3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/EZz8bX97T5I/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275685523408851826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STcACCF0k3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/EZz8bX97T5I/s320/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STcAYD9UArI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Fde14rt0qe0/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275685901867156146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STcAYD9UArI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Fde14rt0qe0/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Yes, I am definitely looking forward to break! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-2808514048031061218?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/2808514048031061218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=2808514048031061218&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2808514048031061218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2808514048031061218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-off.html' title='Time Off'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/STb8SL_VNsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yqb0c3KnzCw/s72-c/DSC00801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5915194783917683034</id><published>2008-11-25T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:54:56.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Almost There*</title><content type='html'>My two tests are done for this morning, so I'm halfway there until Thanksgiving break. Yay!! I'll still be doing tons of work over the break, but any break right now is welcome! Thank you for your prayers everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-5915194783917683034?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5915194783917683034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5915194783917683034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5915194783917683034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5915194783917683034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/11/almost-there.html' title='*Almost There*'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-4663008229570993625</id><published>2008-11-20T21:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:55:00.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busyness'/><title type='text'>School, school, and more school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately I have been...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stressing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worrying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stressing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(did I say that already?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the end of this semester is drawing to a close, and I've been getting a little overwhelmed with all the assignments and exams coming up. I SO appreciate your prayers as I finish. I'm hoping I have more time for blogging when I'm done in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to Thanksgiving though. I love being with my family and enjoying the time we have together. I also love watching the parade and anticipating the Christmas season. What are all of you doing for Thanksgiving this year? Are you staying home or traveling? My family is staying home, but we'll be visiting my grandmother who lives nearby. If your families have any particular traditions you do every year, I'd love to hear about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it's off to studying for me! Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-4663008229570993625?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/4663008229570993625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=4663008229570993625&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/4663008229570993625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/4663008229570993625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-school-and-more-school.html' title='School, school, and more school'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3103575024175123430</id><published>2008-11-15T13:24:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:02:03.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I took my little friend, Nicki, out for her birthday. She's 10 now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicki loved the carousel ride in the mall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8XN8x4R8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/bVYpFStXI80/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268955617467844546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8XN8x4R8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/bVYpFStXI80/s320/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8XF_bfL4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/9X_VERbe-Ak/s1600-h/DSC00436+b%26w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268955480740278146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8XF_bfL4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/9X_VERbe-Ak/s320/DSC00436+b%26w.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went out to eat, I surprised her by taking her to Build-A-Bear workshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8W93rMt1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ktRMV-rrXRw/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268955341219739474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8W93rMt1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ktRMV-rrXRw/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before her panda was stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8Wx48d9wI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6m0bEJIq6Ik/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268955135402178306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8Wx48d9wI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6m0bEJIq6Ik/s320/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, she loves her panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8WsHcnuDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/f7R3pzJ34Q8/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268955036215916594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8WsHcnuDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/f7R3pzJ34Q8/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a wish for her new furry friend. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8WkD6mOSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-AoR9kaEedw/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954897828952354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8WkD6mOSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-AoR9kaEedw/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8Wbq-wMpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4K3TCNZJtzk/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954753696543378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8Wbq-wMpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4K3TCNZJtzk/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's all stuffed now! Nicki called him Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8WTq-8BDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3uqcXIXrG44/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954616258364466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8WTq-8BDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3uqcXIXrG44/s320/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Next stop: the Hallmark store. Nicki loves those Webkinz animals, so we picked up a leopord one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8WNh-8OuI/AAAAAAAAATw/BactNMw-n64/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954510763244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8WNh-8OuI/AAAAAAAAATw/BactNMw-n64/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the pretty fountain by the coffee shop in the mall (and throwing 2 little pennies in- I wonder what she wished for?). The lights at the bottom make the water change colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8VepnP80I/AAAAAAAAATo/irFn3yHZSg0/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953705357505346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8VepnP80I/AAAAAAAAATo/irFn3yHZSg0/s320/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8VPINWskI/AAAAAAAAATg/O9grtTRbQMk/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953438692487746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8VPINWskI/AAAAAAAAATg/O9grtTRbQMk/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried a bunch of photoshoots together...these two are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8UylvdVhI/AAAAAAAAATY/tAhtQ_3MOGM/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268952948403951122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8UylvdVhI/AAAAAAAAATY/tAhtQ_3MOGM/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8UOeegdiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/R7SdTFQ-TX0/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268952327978513954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8UOeegdiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/R7SdTFQ-TX0/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Nicki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/2568435531611283071-3103575024175123430?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3103575024175123430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3103575024175123430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3103575024175123430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3103575024175123430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-and-birthdays.html' title='Friends and Birthdays'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SR8XN8x4R8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/bVYpFStXI80/s72-c/DSC00436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3725256622295863759</id><published>2008-11-14T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:42.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>A Special Request</title><content type='html'>Here I am, at 12:30 AM, writing to ask a special request of all you special bloggy friends. I am very saddened because of circumstances that are too great for me to control, but I am asking for some heartfelt prayers from all of you. For privacy reasons I won't share the specifics, but I do want to share with you about my older brother. He is not saved, and is living a life for himself. It is very, very painful for my family and me to see my brother living such an ungodly life and to hear some of the things he has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been so burdened for him lately...please help me storm the gates of Heaven for him! Pray that I will be a witness to him and won't be afraid to speak truth. Pray that his heart will be softened. Pray that I will not show anger toward him- I struggle with this a lot. Above all, pray that his heart will be turned to Christ, and that I will be able to say the right words to him so that he can see the love of my wonderful Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you SO much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Saviour, He can move the mountains, my God is Mighty to save, He is Mighty to save. Forever, Author of salvation, He rose and conquered the grave, Jesus conquered the grave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3725256622295863759?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3725256622295863759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3725256622295863759&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3725256622295863759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3725256622295863759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/11/special-request.html' title='A Special Request'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8626681633026911882</id><published>2008-11-12T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:41:06.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inward Beauty'/><title type='text'>Beauty from the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.beautyfromtheheart.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beauty from the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a blog I have followed for the past couple of years. I am so excited to see that the authors of this blog, Hannah and Lindsey, will be starting conferences for girls next summer. If you get a chance, check out their website...&lt;a href="http://www.beautyfromtheheart.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.beautyfromtheheart.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkT0sbSbZ2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkT0sbSbZ2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can turn off my music on the side to listen to the video) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8626681633026911882?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8626681633026911882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8626681633026911882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8626681633026911882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8626681633026911882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-from-heart.html' title='Beauty from the Heart'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7949202976683872306</id><published>2008-11-10T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:03:42.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Does anyone read this blog anymore? Just wondering if I should continue it...I haven't been getting many comments lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7949202976683872306?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7949202976683872306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7949202976683872306&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7949202976683872306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7949202976683872306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-anyone-read-this-blog-anymore-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1201234599721606233</id><published>2008-11-08T23:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:10:03.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christians in politics'/><title type='text'>Grateful for (Almost) Any Government</title><content type='html'>November 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/Author/2_john_piper/"&gt;John Piper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the Bible instruct us to pray for “all who are in high positions”? It says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/esv/1Timothy%202.1-4" target="_blank" lbsreference="1Timothy 2.1-4ESV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1Timothy 2:1-4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Giving thanks “for kings” is hard when they are evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as Calvin said on this passage, “All the magistrates of that time were sworn enemies of Christ.” This shows us that anarchy is a horrible alternative to almost any ruler.&lt;br /&gt;We should give thanks for rulers because “non-rule” would unleash on us utterly unbridled evil with no recourse whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Again Calvin: “Unless they restrained the boldness of wicked men, the whole world would be full of robberies and murders.” The better we understand the seething evil of the human heart that is ready to break out where there is no restraint, the more thankful we will be for government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. The effect we pray for is “that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly, and dignified in every way.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dignified means “serious and reverent,” not stuffy. I suspect what Paul means is not that we can’t live godly and serious lives during times of anarchy. We can. I suspect he means that peaceful and quiet lives, which are the opposite of anarchy, are often wasted in ungodly and frivolous actions.&lt;br /&gt;So he is praying for a government that would give peace and quiet (not anarchy), and that Christians would not fritter away their peaceful lives with the world, but would be radically godly and serious about the lost condition of the world and how to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Using our peace for radical godliness and serious action will lead to more effective evangelism and world missions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last observation is confirmed by the hoped-for outcome Paul mentions. Paul says that the reason God delights in such peaceful, Godward, serious action is that he “desires all people to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth.”&lt;br /&gt;More people will be saved if our government restrains the horrors of anarchy, and if Christians use this peace not to waste their lives on endless entertainment, but seriously give their lives to making God known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1201234599721606233?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1201234599721606233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1201234599721606233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1201234599721606233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1201234599721606233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/11/grateful-for-almost-any-government.html' title='Grateful for (Almost) Any Government'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7957550195823232842</id><published>2008-11-05T00:23:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:46:35.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Kingdom and Sovereignty'/><title type='text'>Let Your Will Be Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your glorious cause, O God, engages our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May Jesus Christ be known wherever we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We ask not for ourselves, but for Your renown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cross has saved us so we pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let Your kingdom come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let Your will be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that everyone might know Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let Your song be heard everywhere on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till Your sovereign work on earth is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let Your kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give us Your strength, O God, and courage to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perform Your wondrous deeds through those who are weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord use us as You want, whatever the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By grace we’ll preach Your gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till our dying breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Bob Kauflin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Link to the music (which is worth listening to!): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/hX0Ft9/music/0YYfEBYt/sovereign_grace_music_let_your_kingdom_come/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/hX0Ft9/music/0YYfEBYt/sovereign_grace_music_let_your_kingdom_come/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me? It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to trust in man. Psalm 118:6,8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7957550195823232842?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7957550195823232842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7957550195823232842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7957550195823232842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7957550195823232842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-your-will-be-done.html' title='Let Your Will Be Done'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-9047049707141252229</id><published>2008-10-31T00:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:04:01.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship with Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singleness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage- A Disillusion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQqRGNC8vxI/AAAAAAAAARg/ZwNaSwY4UZA/s1600-h/bride_waiting-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263178650303119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQqRGNC8vxI/AAAAAAAAARg/ZwNaSwY4UZA/s320/bride_waiting-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't get married."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I listened to these words, my heart sank. An acquaintance of mine was expressing her frustrations over her shattered dream of marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Don't get married Sara; stay single."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, the words stung me. I've always heard stories of young couples who "wake up" to find that marriage isn't as wonderful as they dreamed it would be. And how many times have I heard the same old line about the honeymoon finally being over? I've always been a more romantic person, and so hearing words like this sadden me. What's the point of getting married if only disappointment lies ahead? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't have to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some days I struggle being content in my singleness, while other days I enjoy the blessings singleness can bring. However, I truly do believe a person can look forward to marriage and be happy in it. Happy only if he or she has a foundation and cornerstone like no other: Jesus Christ. Without Christ in our lives, we are only living for ourselves. So &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; married couples who do not have this cornerstone come to a point in their relationships where they are unhappy and discontent. Here is what one of my favorite authors, Leslie Ludy, has to say on the matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's true that newlyweds can take unhealthy expectations into marriage. When we expect our spouses to meet needs that only Christ can meet, we will be disappointed. But here is the crucial truth we must realize: If we allow our marriages to be a beautiful outflow of a passionate relationship with Christ, we will never be disillusioned. A marriage that keeps Christ at the center only gets more amazing with time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever catch yourself "putting off" happiness until you finally get married or thinking that when you finally meet your spouse all of your dreams will be fulfilled, that's a sign that Christ hasn't fully captured your heart. If Jesus Christ isn't enough right now, then He won't be enough after marriage either." (Excerpts from &lt;em&gt;Set-Apart Femininity&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, let's prepare for marriage by allowing Christ to captivate our hearts. We can truly experience an amazing love story right now if we would only cultivate a "romance" with Christ. In doing so, we will not only experience great peace and satisfaction, but we will be preparing ourselves for beautiful, God-glorifying marriages! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sacred Ardor of Femininity- My Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I acknowledge the sacred ardor of set-apart femininity. I understand that to truly love my future husband well, I must love him with the very love of Christ. As Christ loved me and gave Himself for me, I will seek to sacrificially love and serve my future husband, both now and after marriage. Rather than fighting for my own needs and rights, my goal will be to lay my life down on behalf of my spouse. And even if no earthly love story comes my way, it will be my supreme joy and privilege to serve others and wash their feet, doing for others what Christ has done for me. I acknowledge this sacred ardor and commit, by the enabling power of the Holy Spirit, to seek the fulfillment of this high calling." - from &lt;em&gt;Set-Apart Femininity&lt;/em&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/2568435531611283071-9047049707141252229?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/9047049707141252229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=9047049707141252229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/9047049707141252229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/9047049707141252229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/10/marriage-disillusion.html' title='Marriage- A Disillusion?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQqRGNC8vxI/AAAAAAAAARg/ZwNaSwY4UZA/s72-c/bride_waiting-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5670830808349880773</id><published>2008-10-29T16:35:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:44:33.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Rachel~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjKcOetqII/AAAAAAAAAQY/NmCLyT0loWk/s1600-h/Spring+2008+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262678750854490242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjKcOetqII/AAAAAAAAAQY/NmCLyT0loWk/s400/Spring+2008+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjKUXZDmhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XAK-saoEIjE/s1600-h/Spring+2008+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262678615807728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjKUXZDmhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XAK-saoEIjE/s400/Spring+2008+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262678501122360098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjKNsJ7wyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tw5jYZcTbKM/s400/DSC08658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262678391981073074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjKHVkn4rI/AAAAAAAAAQA/G09gyWzTeOk/s400/Holidays+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjJ_p3NL5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lzy0LQDFQCQ/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262678259988770706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjJ_p3NL5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lzy0LQDFQCQ/s400/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjJ4H8CExI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ynwkof0A20k/s1600-h/Spring+2008+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262678130623124242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjJ4H8CExI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ynwkof0A20k/s400/Spring+2008+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjJvqvlR4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/VUe9wozbHnM/s1600-h/DSC08986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262677985347323778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjJvqvlR4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/VUe9wozbHnM/s400/DSC08986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjJoTx3sTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/f8FT6tGexzE/s1600-h/Spring+2008+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262677858923819314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjJoTx3sTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/f8FT6tGexzE/s400/Spring+2008+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2568435531611283071-5670830808349880773?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5670830808349880773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5670830808349880773&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5670830808349880773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5670830808349880773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sweet-sister.html' title='My Sweet Sister'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SQjKcOetqII/AAAAAAAAAQY/NmCLyT0loWk/s72-c/Spring+2008+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3659272629621437091</id><published>2008-10-03T12:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:24:46.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resting in Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>An Update on My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.petergreenberg.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/autumn_leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.petergreenberg.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/autumn_leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a struggle, but I have been trying to keep up with this blog as best I can. This semester has been one of my most challenging yet, but I know God will give me the strength to get through the rest of it. Microbiology is hands down the toughest class...I really feel for all the men and women in this class who are wanting to be nurses. It's not an easy career choice! Watching shows like Discovery Health shows the exciting and dramatic experiences a nurse faces, but we rarely see the tedious aspects of this field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides school, my family life is going on as normal. Today we are celebrating my grandma's 82nd birthday, and I am excited to share this special day with her. (Her birthday was actually on Tuesday, but weekend parties are so much more fun, don't you think?) I admit that I haven't had as much time to devote to my piano practicing, but I am hoping that will change once school is over. I admire the determination of my younger brother and sisters, Matt, Rachel, and Melissa, who diligently practice every day! Matt especially enjoys the piano- right now he is trying very hard to learn Pachelbel's Canon in D, and he is coming along beautifully with that. Once he sticks to something, he doesn't quit! I am also enjoying the cooler weather. Autumn is such a beautiful time of the year, and I'm looking forward to the leaves changing color soon. I love curling up in a chair, all wrapped up in a warm robe, sipping cappuchino or some other hot drink, while reading a good book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe I've ever shared on this blog what I am wanting to do after college and why I would like to do so. Currently I'm trying to get into a dental hygiene program at my school. Now, I wasn't always interested in the dental field. In fact, I used to be adamantly against a career like that, considering I wasn't always too keen on the sciences. I used to want to be a teacher to the younger grades, but over time I felt that God was closing that door for me. After many long talks with my parents, particularly my mom, I was feeling drawn to some part of the medical field. My mom used to be an occupational therapist, and had at one point considered dental hygiene. So instead of viewing this field as a closed door, I started to seriously think and pray if God wanted me to pursue this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the time I was 16, and about to start my junior year in highschool. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that I really was interested in dental hygiene, and amazingly, God brought to my attention a community college only 30 minutes away from me that had just opened a brand new program for dental hygiene students! When I went to an orientation meeting at the college that acquainted potential students with the program, the rooms weren't even finished, but I was becoming more and more excited about this field after learning more about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missions is also another area that I am greatly interested in. Through my church, I learned about Christian dental groups that would go to foreign countries to not only help the people with their physical needs, but with their spiritual needs as well. The pieces for me were finally beginning to all come together. I was interested in dental hygiene, and I could go on mission trips as a dental hygienist to help needy people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that I was very disappointed when I didn't get in the first time I applied, but applications are being accepted right now. You can be sure that I sent mine in so it would get to the office the very first day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to careful in many areas though. I appreciate your prayers as I seek the Lord's direction for each of these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I continually find myself planning my life and immediately assuming that this is God's will for me. I have to remember that I am not in the dental hygiene program yet, and God might be leading me in a different direction entirely if I don't get in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to get discouraged and anxious when I think about my future, instead of resting in the Lord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to learn to let my plans go, instead of using them as my life manual. "A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps."-Prov 16:9 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I would like to say that I am so thankful for a family who has been supportive of this dream of mine. They encourage me when I am feeling down, and help fix my eyes on Jesus when I have them fixed on myself. I love all of them so much. My parents have been Godly examples to me, and I am blessed with 4 younger brothers and sisters who make me laugh and smile when I don't feel like it. &lt;/p&gt;I've been repeating the chorus of this beautiful hymn to myself whenever I feel that I am losing focus on what is truly important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn your eyes upon Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look full in His wonderful face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the light of His glory and grace.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What have all of you been up to? I would love to hear from you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God bless,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Sara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/2568435531611283071-3659272629621437091?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3659272629621437091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3659272629621437091&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3659272629621437091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3659272629621437091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-my-life.html' title='An Update on My Life'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5591555444591568917</id><published>2008-09-30T00:06:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:28:14.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the love of Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><title type='text'>Something to Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's crowded in worship today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As she slips in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trying to fade into the faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The girls' teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farther than they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But if we are the Body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His hands healing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His words teaching? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if we are the Body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His feet going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A traveler is far away from home;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He sheds his coat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And quietly sinks into the back row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weight of their judgmental glances tells him that his chances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are better out on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But if we are the Body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His hands healing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His words teaching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if we are the Body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His feet going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus paid much too high a price &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For us to pick and choose who should come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we are the Body of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we are the Body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His hands healing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His words teaching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if we are the body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren't His feet going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus is the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.somd.com/data/626/medium/Cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.somd.com/data/626/medium/Cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos.somd.com/data/626/medium/Cross3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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About'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3448570247615614380</id><published>2008-09-23T23:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:44:57.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>My Kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNm00zULFbI/AAAAAAAAANk/9TbQyThoBpw/s1600-h/Summer+08+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249425659898041778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNm00zULFbI/AAAAAAAAANk/9TbQyThoBpw/s400/Summer+08+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently, one of my three cats, Gracie, passed away. It was a hard time for my siblings and I, and we miss her a lot. She was ten when she died, so I'm thankful that at least she lived a pretty long life. She was such a sweetheart and very loving. If she got used to a person, she would rub against their legs until you reached down to pet her. But I also have two other beautiful cats...Lulu and Maxie. Lulu definitely has a fun personality. She loves being the center of attention, and although she can be quite demading at times, she is sweet and very curious! Maxie is more quiet, but she is gentle and kind. She was always very protective of Gracie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share some pictures with you so you can meet them. =) Some of these photos are fuzzy because they weren't orginally digital photos, so I'm sorry about the quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's me with the big glasses! I was about 9 here, and this was taken the very first day my family got the cats. I'm holding Lulu. I still can't believe how tiny she was here. In recent years all the cats grew....um...a bit large. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNm3iNuEfMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MEzIqQwlK88/s1600-h/DSC09614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249428639103352002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNm3iNuEfMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MEzIqQwlK88/s400/DSC09614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&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;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;This picture of Lulu makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNmvTddjQkI/AAAAAAAAANE/kXeTGqvJfEQ/s1600-h/Random+Winter+Pics+012+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419589537972802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNmvTddjQkI/AAAAAAAAANE/kXeTGqvJfEQ/s400/Random+Winter+Pics+012+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXDFX-rmUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fI7LGl9cKfw/s1600-h/DSC095394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248315437873862978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXDFX-rmUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fI7LGl9cKfw/s400/DSC095394.JPG" width="609" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gracie when she was around 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Lulu all snuggled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXCOTKIN5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/tRvUxW2F4C8/s1600-h/DSC09568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248314491686893458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXCOTKIN5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/tRvUxW2F4C8/s400/DSC09568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXCCfY9CpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Lka1KnP_RtQ/s1600-h/DSC09561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248314288811870866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXCCfY9CpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Lka1KnP_RtQ/s400/DSC09561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm, do I detect a fight starting?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXB7u1gVjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jAbPDlBrl_g/s1600-h/DSC09559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248314172699072050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXB7u1gVjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jAbPDlBrl_g/s400/DSC09559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNm3JwPdetI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ewx3GAfvPTA/s1600-h/Random+Winter+Pics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249428218873477842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNm3JwPdetI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ewx3GAfvPTA/s400/Random+Winter+Pics+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two were always really close, despite their little catfights. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXBx3FkavI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CBaG49xV6oY/s1600-h/DSC09553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248314003115240178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXBx3FkavI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CBaG49xV6oY/s400/DSC09553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXBqO9EOVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ufPvXSsmzFY/s1600-h/DSC09549.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu likes to make herself comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXABPWM7oI/AAAAAAAAALc/A0T1XDYk_fI/s1600-h/DSC09208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248312068302237314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNXABPWM7oI/AAAAAAAAALc/A0T1XDYk_fI/s400/DSC09208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, VERY comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNW-c2ATQKI/AAAAAAAAALE/TYMIU60EXZk/s1600-h/DSC09159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248310343512572066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNW-c2ATQKI/AAAAAAAAALE/TYMIU60EXZk/s400/DSC09159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxie. Doesn't she have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249438795616808674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNnAxZrk7uI/AAAAAAAAAOM/35CDdNBen_E/s400/DSC091633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu is probably thinking "If you take just ONE more picture of me, no more Miss Nice Kitty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNp8ID2IS5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/shRFF_G8DEE/s1600-h/DSC09543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249644793566874514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNp8ID2IS5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/shRFF_G8DEE/s400/DSC09543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make the all-important decision of whether she should jump up on the bed or stay where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNW8v8_CYvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HThlHdK1vU0/s1600-h/Summer+08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248308472780579570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNW8v8_CYvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HThlHdK1vU0/s400/Summer+08+099.jpg" 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;&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNW8YbQVD7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/MixIxHyEz9c/s1600-h/DSC09088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248308068589309874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNW8YbQVD7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/MixIxHyEz9c/s400/DSC09088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I love and miss you Gracie. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3448570247615614380?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3448570247615614380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3448570247615614380&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3448570247615614380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3448570247615614380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-kitties.html' title='My Kitties'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNm00zULFbI/AAAAAAAAANk/9TbQyThoBpw/s72-c/Summer+08+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8599872193834188479</id><published>2008-09-16T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:24:01.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little brothers'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Matt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNBpt6E_UyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BelhkiHaTVg/s1600-h/Misc+2008+Matt+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246809803291841314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNBpt6E_UyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BelhkiHaTVg/s400/Misc+2008+Matt+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to the best little brother in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you Matt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2568435531611283071-8599872193834188479?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8599872193834188479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8599872193834188479&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8599872193834188479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8599872193834188479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-matt.html' title='Happy Birthday Matt!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SNBpt6E_UyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BelhkiHaTVg/s72-c/Misc+2008+Matt+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7218409455334749673</id><published>2008-09-11T23:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:57:34.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a set-apart life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living for Christ'/><title type='text'>In Love With Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What is the secret to great living? Entire separation to Christ and devotion to Him. Thus speaks every man and woman whose life has made more than a passing flicker in the spiritual realm. It is the life that has no time for trifling that counts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~Amy Carmichael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7218409455334749673?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7218409455334749673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7218409455334749673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7218409455334749673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7218409455334749673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-love-with-christ.html' title='In Love With Christ'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8929862915609244055</id><published>2008-09-11T00:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:52:59.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Never Forget 9/11/01</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wQy67-1Ll4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wQy67-1Ll4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8929862915609244055?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8929862915609244055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8929862915609244055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8929862915609244055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8929862915609244055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-us-never-forget-91101.html' title='Let Us Never Forget 9/11/01'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5182560298447338554</id><published>2008-09-01T00:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:54:09.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doing hard things'/><title type='text'>A Picture of Set-Apartness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Korea, 1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Esther was a bright young Korean woman who had just begun her career as a music teacher at a Christian school when her life was forever changed in a single moment of decision. One morning as school began, a stern-looking woman approached her. Esther glanced up. It was the school principal. The principal told her that the Japanese authorities (who controlled Korea) were requiring students and teachers from all the schools in the area to travel to the shrine of Amaterasu Omikami, the sun goddess, in order to worship there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get your students ready-we must get there on time," said the woman in a firm voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther's jaw tightened in defiance at the words. As a devoted follower of Christ, how could she ever agree to worship at the shrine of an idol? The very idea caused her stomach to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal saw the rebellion in Esther's face and became irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think you are the only Christian here?" she lashed out angrily. "You think you are the only one who does not want to bow to heathen gods? We all hate to do such a thing, but we are being persecuted by a power too ruthless to stand against. Unless we worship at the Japanese shrine, they will close this school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther considered the principal's words. She saw the fear in the other woman's eyes. She understood the dilemma the school was in. The principal, along with many other Korean Christians in the city, felt that they had no choice but to go along with the Japanese authorities in order to protect themselves and their families from imprisonment, torture, and even death. But what about the words of Jesus Christ when He said, "I am the way, the truth, and the life" (John 14:6)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How could these Christian leaders go directly against Him by compromising with idolatry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The principal was still waiting for a reply. When Esther remained silent, the principal's face grew hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can see how much trouble you will cause this school if you fail to cooperate," she said harshly, "but you don't seem to care about that. You are only thinking of yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Esther spoke. "Okay- I will go to the shrine," she said quietly, moving toward the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal hurried after her. "And you will worship at the shrine too, right?" she questioned anxiously. Esther did not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the long trek to the shrine, with her students following silently behind her, Esther searched her heart. She knew when she arrived at the place of worship she would be forced to make a life-altering choice. She fixed her eyes on the vast sky beyond the hills and thought of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, when they were commanded to bow to the statue of the Babylonian king, Nebuchadnezzar. The three young men had decided that even if God did not choose to save them from the burning fire, they would die honoring Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment Esther knew what she would do. Even though all the other Christians had decided that outwardly bowing to the idol was acceptable as long as they continued to worship Christ in their hearts, Esther could make no such compromise. She would not bow to any other but the one true God. Defying the Japanese warlords would most likely mean torture and imprisonment, but Esther decided that she would not live her youthful life for herself. She would offer it fully to her Prince, Jesus Christ. She said a silent prayer to Him. &lt;em&gt;Today on the moutain, before the large crowd, I will proclaim that there is no other god but You&lt;/em&gt;, she declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther's group was the last to arrive at the shrine. A huge crowd had gathered, standing in straight, respectful lines, afraid to move because of the cruel gazes of the Japanese policemen. A few of the authorities eyed Esther and her students with disapproval as they joined the rest of the worshipers. Esther's heart began to pound with dread for what she was about to do. A sense of uneasiness swept over her, and she silently repeated the Lord's Prayer over and over. &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;, she prayed, &lt;em&gt;I am so weak! Please help me to do this- watch over me as I stand for You&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attention!" came the commanding voice of one of the offcials. The crowd stood in silence and submission. "Our profoundest bow to Amaterasu Omikami!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he shouted the words, the entire group bent the upper half of their bodies, bowing solemnly before the shrine. Esther was the only one who remained standing, looking up at the sky. The fear and uncertainty that had gripped her just moments before had vanished. Calmness and peace flooded her. She had done what her Prince had asked her to do. On the long walk back to the school, Esther continued her dialogue with her Master. &lt;em&gt;I have done what I should have done&lt;/em&gt;, she prayed passionately. &lt;em&gt;Now, I commit the rest to You&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I died today on that mountain- now it is only You who lives through me. I leave everything in Your hands&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Esther arrived back at the school, four detectives were waiting for her. Years of intense suffering for her Lord were about to begin. But something had happened to Esther that day in front of the shrine, something that changed her forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was no longer afraid of what men could do to her; her life was only a tool in the hands of her Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While other gave in to their fear, she had stood to protect what was most sacred in her life- her relationship with her Prince, Jesus Christ. It was a treasure she was determined to guard at all costs, even with her very life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther was willing to be set apart from all the other young women in her generation by fearlessly protecting what was sacred. Her life was used incredibly by God as a result. She spent six harrowing years in Japanese prisons, changing the lives of both prisoners and guards by her amazing example of sacrificial love for her Prince. Her incredible story was published in a book in Korea and became an all-time religious bestseller there, igniting the spark of courage and hope in the hearts of countless Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, examples of young women who sacrifice their safety, comfort, and very lives to protect the truth of Jesus Christ are rare. Most Christian young women in today's culture balk at the thought of truly living set-apart lives for their Prince, let alone dying for Him. But in every generation, there are a few who make another choice- a choice to heroically guard their sacred relationship with their Prince, no matter what the cost. Are you willing to be one of the few?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Excerpt from Leslie Ludy's &lt;em&gt;Authentic Beauty&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Authentic-Beauty-Shaping-Set-Apart-Young/dp/159052991X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1220244804&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://daughters4god.com/catalog/images/Authentic%20Beauty" 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/2568435531611283071-5182560298447338554?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5182560298447338554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5182560298447338554&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5182560298447338554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5182560298447338554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-of-set-apartness.html' title='A Picture of Set-Apartness'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7027256287418647239</id><published>2008-08-27T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:07:49.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>It's That Time of the Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's here...the start of another school year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning my second year in college, and I am excited and nervous about it. I'll be taking all science courses this semester, so I really appreciate your prayers. I will be updating this blog as much as I can. What are you doing this fall? I'd love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For this reason we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to ask that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding; that you may walk worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing Him, being fruitful in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power, for all patience and longsuffering with joy; giving thanks to the Father who has qualified us to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in the light. He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins. ~Colossians 1:9-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7027256287418647239?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7027256287418647239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7027256287418647239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7027256287418647239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7027256287418647239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of the Year...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-4641144990751038509</id><published>2008-08-25T10:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:07:36.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 350px" name="magnifier" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" width="460" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#000000" wmode="transparent" flashvars="ql=2&amp;amp;src1=http://pic80.picturetrail.com/VOL2065/11507207/flicks/1/5504330" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; HEIGHT: 24px; whitespace: no-wrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;amp;cID=925"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/static/images/pt2.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 460px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://letitia.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/rockwell_mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine you're sitting in a doctor's office, waiting to be called in. You're casually flipping through the Good Housekeeping magazine, when you come across a Revlon advertisement. Not only is the model who's representing the makeup company extremely attractive, but everything else about her seems perfect too. Silky-smooth hair, a fit, toned body, and expensive designer clothes add to her chic look. In fact, you start feeling a bit inferior as you run your fingers through your hair, only to pull your hands back with a sigh. Your locks just don't feel as soft and luscious as the model's looks. "Boy, I better start working out a bit more if I'm going to look as trim as her", you think. "And my clothing wardrobe could really use a makeover!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can relate. Almost every girl I know, unless she's not human, feels somewhat inferior and insecure about herself when comparing herself to another beautiful woman. I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can become frustrating, can't it? We live in a world where we're inundated with advertisements that are geared toward women in particular. And usually, these ads promote beautifying oneself by buying more makeup, hair and skin products, the latest fashion designs, and the list goes on and on. Of course, the flawless model promoting that new velvety skin lotion product is living proof of a happy, content, (not to mention radiant) young woman because she has perfect skin. Right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a girl, I love shopping, clothes shopping in particular. Whenever I go shopping for a certain season, I'm sure that I will be perfectly happy after I've purchased a new pair of jeans, a few new tops, and maybe a pair of shoes to complete the outfit. For a little while, I'm extremely excited about my new belongings and can't wait to get them home into my closet. I'm still excited once I bring them home to show my mom, but after a while, that feeling of excitement fades as I fold them in my closet and they begin blending in with the other clothes. Sure, it's fun to wear that new top at first, but I soon start flipping through the JC Penney catalog and spot a cute sundress that I simply &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;have. What happened to my spirit of contentment? I have a closet full of clothes, yet I want more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It reminds me of a song that goes like this, "Just as soon as I get what I want, I get unsatisfied. Good is good, but could be better." Having tons of material belongings never truly make us happy. We keep, as the song goes, wanting more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As soon as I fall into the trap of being disconnect and insecure about myself, the only comfort I can truly wrap myself in is in knowing that I'm a daughter of the King, who loves me just as I am, blemishes and all. I'm sure you're all familiar with the verse from Proverbs 31:30, "Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised." Well, when I'm feeling down about my looks, I'll say this verse over and over again till I'm blue in the face. This verse is so true though! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As attractive and good-looking as a young woman might be, as she ages, that beauty fades to a certain degree. But if the Lord has worked in her life, the beauty that comes from within never disappears, rather it keeps growing! Isn't that exciting? Have you ever met a young lady who might not be considered beautiful in the world's eyes, but she has such a passionate love and devotion for Christ that her lovely spirit is all you can see in her? On the other hand, a girl deemed beautiful because of her looks could be one of the most shallow, self-centered people you have ever met. Sure, she has her own large network of friends and is considered quite popular, but what will she be like when her beauty fades? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My great-grandmother was a very lovely woman in her younger days and even as she grew older, but her beauty wasn't from within. She spent an excessive amount of time beautifying herself to look just right when she stepped out her door. She was a bitter woman though. So unhappy inside because of a broken heart, she turned her back completely on God, instead of seeking His help when she needed Him most. Yes, she was very beautiful, but she wasn't happy. In fact, she was miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture is so obsessed with looks and fashion, and it's hard avoiding falling into the same trap sometimes. Commercials, store posters in the mall, and magazine ads are screaming in our faces, saying, "Don't you want to be like this? You can look perfect, too!" While I get discouraged looking at these ads, at least I have the assurance that I don't &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to look like that makeup model. Ok, so it would be very &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; to look like her, but with photoshop, even her looks are tweaked to look just right on the billboard. Beauty has become so distorted. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be the kind of young woman whose beauty isn't determined by her outward appearance, but by "the hidden person of [her] heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God." (1 Peter 3:3) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the next time you're thumbing through that magazine and come across yet another beauty ad, just say to yourself, "Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1375374486606863107?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1375374486606863107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1375374486606863107&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1375374486606863107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1375374486606863107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty-within.html' title='Beauty Within'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5744942319996731206</id><published>2008-07-30T21:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:56:51.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Hard Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="godtube" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="viewkey=6458e30a9955b1864ef5" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, my mom, my brother Ryan, and I had the privilege of attending the "Do Hard Things" conference in Gaithersburg, Maryland. First of all, I am so thankful that I was able to attend this conference, and second, I am amazed to see how the Lord is working in the lives of so many young people. Roughly 3200 people attended! Alex and Brett Harris, the twin brothers who founded The &lt;a href="http://therebelution.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rebelution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website and lead the conferences, have a message that is applicable not only for teens, but for adults as well. Their message is simply what they stated in the video above: to encourage teens to "rebel" against the low standards society has placed on them by doing "hard things".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Brett took turns speaking during each session, and their dad, Gregg Harris, also spoke. Most of their topics came straight out of their book, &lt;em&gt;Do Hard Things&lt;/em&gt;, so it was pretty easy to follow along with each session. I encourage everyone to read the book, but I do want to write about some of the main points from the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use Your Teenage Years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of reaching our full potential to grow and learn, many young people (including myself!) sit back and let other people do the work for us. Push harder, aim higher, and do hard things.&lt;br /&gt;I really like these five points that they covered through some of the sessions. They're also in the book in chapter 4, but I'll list them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Hard Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reaching outside our comfort zones (this is a tough one for me!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Going beyond what is expected or required&lt;br /&gt;3. Accomplishing big things alone&lt;br /&gt;4. Doing things that don't earn and immediate payoff (small hard things)&lt;br /&gt;5. Challenging the cultural norm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these hard things for any of you? They are for me! I hope and pray that I won't be so afraid to push myself to better serve God by aspiring to do all I can for Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all do what's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when it hurts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when it means ridicule.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when it means losing friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when it means making an unpopular stand for Christ. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all challenge ourselves to make right decisions even thought they're hard to make. Christian teens are especially faced with pressure from peers to do all sorts of things they know are wrong. They also may not be respected because of their age. The main verse Brett and Alex use for the Rebelution is so fitting, "Let no one despise your youth, but be an example to the believers in word, in in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity." (1 Tim. 4:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to push myself to do hard things, and by the grace of God, He will help me accomplish this every day. Thank God that there are Godly young people around the world who truly want to make a difference as well and push themselves to be all they can for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do Hard Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Teenage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebellion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Low Expectations&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-5744942319996731206?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5744942319996731206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5744942319996731206&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5744942319996731206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5744942319996731206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-hard-things.html' title='Do Hard Things'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7498521977067508875</id><published>2008-07-27T22:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:39:22.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>You Give and Take Away</title><content type='html'>"The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the LORD.”&lt;br /&gt;Job 1:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be Your Name&lt;br /&gt;In the land that is plentiful&lt;br /&gt;Where Your streams of abundance flow&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm found in the desert place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I walk through the wilderness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing You pour out&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn back to praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the darkness closes in, Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your glorious name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;When the sun's shining down on me&lt;br /&gt;When the world's all as it should be&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the road marked with suffering &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though there's pain in the offering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You give and take away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give and take away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart will choose to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, blessed be Your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dear &lt;a href="http://more-love-to-thee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are in need of prayer right now. The ways of the Lord are so hard to understand sometimes, but even though He gives and takes away, blessed be His name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7498521977067508875?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7498521977067508875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7498521977067508875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-give-and-take-away.html' title='You Give and Take Away'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-396235828420364696</id><published>2008-07-17T00:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:41:24.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Questions</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post a little quiz to get to know my readers and friends a little better. I know many of you are busy, so only fill it out when you have time! I'll fill out the quiz first, and you can just erase my answers and copy the questions in my comment box. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your occupation? Dental assistant for now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What color are your socks right now? I'm not wearing socks right now- it's summer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? the hum of the computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What was the last thing that you ate? a doughnut-yum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Can you drive? Yup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? red- because it's so cheery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Ummmm...I've been leaving a lot of messages lately. I think I last talked to one of the patients at the office I work at when I was confirming appointments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. How old are you? 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Favorite drink? Green tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is your favorite sport to watch? football...sometimes basketball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Have you ever dyed your hair? I've highlighted it, so I guess that's considered dying it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Pets? 3 kitties and a hamster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Favorite food? seafood and Italian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What was the last movie you watched? Mansfield Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Favorite holiday of the year? Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. How do you express yourself? Through the piano, photography, writing, or just talking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What was your favorite toy as a child? that's tough...I had a lot of favorites. I loved my barbies and stuffed animals. But I don't think I had just one favorite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What is your favorite, fall or spring? again, this is tough. Each season has something different. I think I like fall a tiny bit more than spring because of the leaves changing color and all the holidays to look forward to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Hugs or kisses? both, but I LOVE hugs :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Cherries or Blueberries? blueberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you have a house phone that is not cordless? not anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Who's your favorite football team? I'm not much of a sports person, but I guess either the Philadelphia Eagles or Penn State&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Ever driven motorcycle or heavy machinery? I've driven a tractor and a four-wheeler once-do those count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Living arrangements? at home with my family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. When was the last time you cried? a few hours ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What is on the floor of your wardrobe? my purse, books, shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Favorite day(s) of the week? Friday and Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Favorite smells? honeysuckle on a cool summer night, cookies or anything sweet baking in the oven, autumn smells, Christmasy smells, Bath and Body fragrances (certain ones) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What did you do last night? watched an I Love Lucy episode, checked email&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What inspires you? a beautiful melody, nature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. What are you afraid of? stepping out of my comfort zone, rejection, spiders(!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheese hamburgers all the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Favorite dog breed? Golden retrievers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. How many years at your current job? 1 year this July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Favorite place you've ever been? Niagara Falls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-396235828420364696?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/396235828420364696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=396235828420364696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/396235828420364696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/396235828420364696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-questions.html' title='Random Questions'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8407537896922106506</id><published>2008-07-16T23:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:13:18.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer to me I'm tired and I'm weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And every breath within me is longing just to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I face the road ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I know there's no comparing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To what's waiting at the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let the rain start falling where it will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will run through this valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to climb to that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if they ask why I'm smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all I've been through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's cause I'm just a day closer to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer to me I hear You whisper on the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say although my life is ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new one will begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know I'm not alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I can hear You in the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying, you are nearly home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let the rain start falling where it will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will run through this valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to climb to that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if they ask why I'm dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though my days may be few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's cause I'm just a day closer to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer to me You're in the laughter and the tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the ones I leave behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who have prayed me through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know it won't be long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till You're running down the pathway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to take me in Your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let the rain start falling where it will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will run through this valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to climb to that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if they ask why I'm singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though my life's almost through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's cause I'm just a day closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a day closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a day closer to You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Mark Schultz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't this a beautiful description of a Christian's walk with God? I especially love this line-"I know there's no comparing to what's waiting at the end." I know this song is about a believer who is dying, but to have the assurance and faith that God is there with him or her every step of the way is such a wonderful testimony to the love of God. He never leaves us, even when we are afraid and unsure of what is happening in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8407537896922106506?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8407537896922106506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8407537896922106506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8407537896922106506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8407537896922106506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/07/closer-to-you.html' title='Closer to You'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1380216644277949476</id><published>2008-07-13T23:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:49.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrH66bd4zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pKJcVRFBcn0/s1600-h/Beach+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222706532820312882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrH66bd4zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pKJcVRFBcn0/s320/Beach+08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrHzcCEfeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9x6MXKLdkDg/s1600-h/Beach+08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222706404401642978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrHzcCEfeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9x6MXKLdkDg/s320/Beach+08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrHDMMZFcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0MdfcpUsh-Y/s1600-h/Beach+08+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222705575516247490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrHDMMZFcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0MdfcpUsh-Y/s320/Beach+08+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrGylgvfhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/k8bOsqtUjao/s1600-h/Beach+08+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222705290254712338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrGylgvfhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/k8bOsqtUjao/s320/Beach+08+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrFvAq3vMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OP63fVg7hSQ/s1600-h/Beach+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222704129313848514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrFvAq3vMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OP63fVg7hSQ/s320/Beach+08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrFPuEHtAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DNyrGEFH7TM/s1600-h/Beach+08+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222703591743534082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrFPuEHtAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DNyrGEFH7TM/s320/Beach+08+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrFCLcEwXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zcmRQTUYye0/s1600-h/Beach+08+062a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222703359110463858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrFCLcEwXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zcmRQTUYye0/s320/Beach+08+062a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2568435531611283071-1380216644277949476?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1380216644277949476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1380216644277949476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1380216644277949476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1380216644277949476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SHrH66bd4zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pKJcVRFBcn0/s72-c/Beach+08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5507211982312805159</id><published>2008-06-27T11:23:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:49.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Amazing Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Psalm 93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The LORD reigns, He is clothed with majesty; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The LORD is clothed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has girded Himself with strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surely the world is established, so that it cannot be moved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your throne is established from of old; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are from everlasting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The floods have lifted up, O LORD, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The floods have lifted up their voice; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The floods lift up their waves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LORD on high is mightier &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than the noise of many waters, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than the mighty waves of the sea.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your testimonies are very sure; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holiness adorns Your house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O LORD, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other day, I went to the shore with my dear friend Neesie. Now I am used to the ocean with all of its might and power, but Neesie wasn't. As we stepped into the water and tried to jump all the strong waves that attempted to knock us down, we realized that we were no match for the powerful ocean. As I read this psalm in my devotions yesterday, I was struck by how God is so much bigger than we realize at times! HE created those magnificent, awe-inspiring, and many times, dangerous, ocean waves. HE made the ocean water that's a sparkling blue hue. HE made all the amazing creatures that live below the ocean's surface. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As much as I love the shore, there is always that danger involved when the waves pull at me, trying to draw me closer into the ocean. God is so much bigger and stronger than even the most powerful current though. This is an amazing thought to me. Just when I think there is no match comparable to such a spectacular show of wind, force, and water, I am reminded of the Creator, who lovingly crafted each of these. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why do I doubt the Lord at times? When I witness His beautiful, awe-inspiring creation, why do I question His ability to guide me in my future? &lt;em&gt;"Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?" &lt;/em&gt;(Matt 6:26) If the Lord takes such an interest in the smallest creature, will He not care for all my needs? What a mighty God we serve!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sing the mighty power of God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That made the mountains rise, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That spread the flowing seas abroad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And built the lofty skies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sing the wisdom that ordained &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun to rule the day; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moon shines full at God's command, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the stars obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sing the goodness of the Lord, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who filled the earth with food, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who formed the creatures through His Word, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then pronounced them good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wherever I turn my eye, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I survey the ground I tread, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or gaze upon the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's not a plant or flower below, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But makes Thy glories known, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And clouds arise, and tempests blow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By order from Thy throne; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While all that borrows life from Thee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is ever in Thy care; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everywhere that man can be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou, God art present there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SGULOj5yAbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/x2-bIw1kO0o/s1600-h/Beach+08+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216588088162255282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SGULOj5yAbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/x2-bIw1kO0o/s320/Beach+08+131.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/2568435531611283071-5507211982312805159?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5507211982312805159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5507211982312805159&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5507211982312805159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5507211982312805159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/06/gods-amazing-power.html' title='God&apos;s Amazing Power'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SGULOj5yAbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/x2-bIw1kO0o/s72-c/Beach+08+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1603095733878526641</id><published>2008-06-11T22:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:49.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged-Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been tagged twice--by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://speakablegifts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a few months ago, and more recently, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://takemylife-neesie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neesie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. I'm afraid I've been keeping Nanna waiting way too long for me to post! The art of procrastination always seems to get the better of me, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought this was a very fun tag. I have to make a six-word memoir describing myself. Maybe this was one of the reasons I procrastinated so long- I couldn't think of only six words! Well, here goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eyes Constantly Behind the Camera Lens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cdrinfo.com/images/uploaded/Sony_W100_camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I love photography! I also love my sony cybershot, which I'm constantly taking photos with. As Neesie and my family all know very well, I can't seem to get enough pictures of them. :) I think it would be fun to take a photography class in the future, so maybe I'll get a little more serious about it. My poor family and friends. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neesie tagged me with the "You Make My Day" award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SFCUyDgLniI/AAAAAAAAADw/IrFe36Xm67I/s1600-h/youmakemyday%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210828356522319394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SFCUyDgLniI/AAAAAAAAADw/IrFe36Xm67I/s320/youmakemyday%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you so much Neesie! I can't tell you how many times you've made MY day. I'm supposed to tag 6 people, but I'm going to break the rules and tag 5. Two other bloggers I was going to include have already been tagged, so I don't want to double tag. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.highcalling.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beverly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Your blog has always made my day, whether you are writing a serious or funny post. I am so blessed to know you in person. Thank you for your encouragement and for being the big sister I never had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://more-love-to-thee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Thank you for your sweet reminders in your posts to trust and wait upon the Lord in times of trouble. You are such a Godly example to me and I am also thankful to know you personally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.speakablegifts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Even though I haven't been as active on the blogger world lately, whenever I do get a chance to read your blogs, I always come away smiling. Love you Nanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://byrdoftheheavens.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- I know you've recently decided to quit the blogging world, Rachel, but I just want you to know I enjoyed getting to know you through your blog. You always had encouraging, thought-provoking posts for your readers. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://godismystrongtower.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- A new friend I've gotten to know a little better through blogger and facebook. Thanks for all your kind comments on my blog Laura! It's been fun getting to know you better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. I hope you are all enjoying the summer and staying cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1603095733878526641?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1603095733878526641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1603095733878526641&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1603095733878526641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1603095733878526641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-twice.html' title='Tagged-Twice'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SFCUyDgLniI/AAAAAAAAADw/IrFe36Xm67I/s72-c/youmakemyday%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-2350447757758144592</id><published>2008-06-04T00:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:06:23.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://haacked.com/images/haacked_com/WindowsLiveWriter/GoodDesignMinimizesTheImpactOfChanges_1198/blue_skies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://haacked.com/images/haacked_com/WindowsLiveWriter/GoodDesignMinimizesTheImpactOfChanges_1198/blue_skies3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days I'm gonna fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Over the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days I'm gonna ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the silver lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days I'm gonna witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All I've been missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days I'm gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All the things that I've never done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm gonna finish all the races&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I've run but I've never won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'm gonna see a million faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And recognize everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gonna see the hand that took the nails for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gonna hold the key to the mansion built for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gonna walk the streets of gold that were paved for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm gonna see my Savior face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days I'm gonna see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just what became of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the day that I believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When You took myself from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I believe I will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What I would have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If You didn't save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And one of these days I'm gonna talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With all the saints that have gone before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And in their sandals I will walk&lt;br /&gt;And we will sit along the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I will learn all the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I never knew before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All this and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days I'll finally be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In a place where there's no more need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No more pain and no more grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No more foolish disbelief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all the joy there will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When at last we finally see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FFH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea. Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~Rev. 21:1-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-2350447757758144592?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/2350447757758144592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=2350447757758144592&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2350447757758144592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2350447757758144592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of These Days'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1813762606335923106</id><published>2008-05-22T23:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:49.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Standing in the Need of Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SDZBybOt8KI/AAAAAAAAADo/mQ-mIX9LMxw/s1600-h/SCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203418754031939746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SDZBybOt8KI/AAAAAAAAADo/mQ-mIX9LMxw/s320/SCC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please pray for this dear family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapmanchannel.typepad.com/inmemoryofmaria/"&gt;http://chapmanchannel.typepad.com/inmemoryofmaria/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2568435531611283071-1813762606335923106?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1813762606335923106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1813762606335923106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1813762606335923106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1813762606335923106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/05/standing-in-need-of-prayer.html' title='Standing in the Need of Prayer'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/SDZBybOt8KI/AAAAAAAAADo/mQ-mIX9LMxw/s72-c/SCC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-618194239315730419</id><published>2008-05-14T22:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:59:22.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Heavy Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My first year of college is officially over, so I have been enjoying some time off this past week! I've had a lot on my mind recently though. There have been so many global disasters, such as the tornadoes in North Carolina and, more recently, the earthquake in China. It seems as if these natural disasters keep hitting all at once. I have been solemnly reminded more and more how man is NOT in control of what happens, and that God is ultimately over everything. Isn't it comforting to know that even when unexplainable, horrific events occur, we Christians can turn to the Lord in our time of distress? I am praying that the people who have been affected by these tragedies will also "lift their eyes unto the hills".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week I've also been saddened by the loss of a dear friend's correspondence. Her name is Christy, a Filipino young lady a year younger than me, and my family has sponsored her through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Compassion Ministries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;. In a way, I've grown up with Christy. I wrote her letters, and she always wrote back. During the last few months, her family life has been in turmoil- her mother left the family, and we learned that Christy stopped attending the program. Her counselors claimed that she began to show "lack of interest", so they made the sad decision to pull Christy out of Compassion. My heart has been so heavy for her. She must be going through much pain right now since her family is broken. There's no doubt in my mind that more responsiblity has fallen on her, which could be a huge reason why she stopped attending the program. Throughout our letters, I always felt that Christy was a very spiritual young lady who truly sought after the Lord, so I'm praying that if she truly is a child of God, that her faith will stay strong. Please pray for Christy- she has been such a dear friend to me, and I will greatly miss her sweet, innocent letters. She was always such a good reminder to me to not take my life in America for granted. We have so much while others have so little. So I am praying that wherever the Lord leads Christy, she will always stay true to Him and won't be swept away in family issues and discouragement. Won't you join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAQYc7LHr84&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAQYc7LHr84&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;For more information, please check out Compassion's website on the side of my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-618194239315730419?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/618194239315730419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=618194239315730419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/618194239315730419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/618194239315730419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-heavy-issues.html' title='Some Heavy Issues'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-998345226487840613</id><published>2008-04-21T15:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:00:13.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uvm.edu/~namiuvm/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.uvm.edu/~namiuvm/stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for my absence on here, but my computer has unfortunately gotten infected with a nasty virus. It will hopefully be fixed soon, but for right now, I'm making use of all my library's computers! I have 2 1/2 weeks left of my first year- I can't believe how quickly my spring semester flew! I'm asking for your prayers as I finish up. I tend to stress out and get overwhelmed very easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have been reading &lt;em&gt;Do Hard Things&lt;/em&gt; by the Harris brothers. I have been so encouraged and challenged to rise above the mediocre standards the world has placed on teens. It blows my mind when I think of all we teens could accomplish if we only rose about these standards and actually did "hard things"! I encourage any young person to read this book if they also want to show society what teens are capable of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's it for now. I better get back to my research for my ten-minute speech on Wednesday. Have a good week everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-998345226487840613?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/998345226487840613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=998345226487840613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/998345226487840613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/998345226487840613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-398848940748759766</id><published>2008-03-30T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:47:39.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation vs. Evolution</title><content type='html'>I just saw the commercial for this documentary today. I'm so excited about it because it's a movie on defending creation. Take a look at the trailer- it will actually be coming out in theaters this spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGCxbhGaVfE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-398848940748759766?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/398848940748759766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=398848940748759766&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/398848940748759766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/398848940748759766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/03/creation-vs-evolution.html' title='Creation vs. Evolution'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1477976960180404533</id><published>2008-03-23T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:29:35.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deep the Father's Love</title><content type='html'>This is such a beautiful song. You'll have to turn my music off at the bottom to hear the video though. :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n8tUP1R6hPo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1477976960180404533?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1477976960180404533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1477976960180404533&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1477976960180404533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1477976960180404533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-deep-fathers-love.html' title='How Deep the Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7062149154931622263</id><published>2008-03-22T19:50:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:50.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R-WjdZtJDEI/AAAAAAAAADY/PiguB8Lc5CQ/s1600-h/easter2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180726671871380546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R-WjdZtJDEI/AAAAAAAAADY/PiguB8Lc5CQ/s320/easter2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Easter is such a beautiful holiday to celebrate. I love singing the joyful hymns on Christ's resurrection, and reading the resurrection story, even though I've read it many times. Doesn't the very thought of Jesus coming to die for sinners make us want to go out in the world and tell everybody? Or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have public speaking this semester, and I've been challenged to speak up for myself more than I thought I would. At the beginning of the class I learned that I would be doing a paper on a professional speaker, and I immediately thought "I'll do my paper on one of my pastor's sermons!" I picked the sermon out weeks ago, and I was so excited because it was a perfect sermon to write on! However, in class this past week, I discovered that not only would I be writing a paper on the sermon, I would have to speak about it in class! My immediate reaction was "OK, where can I go to hear another speaker?" I was shocked at my reaction. Instead of being glad that I had an opportunity to possibly share my faith a little bit, I was afraid of being rejected and looked at as a "religious nut". I felt so ashamed of myself. The Lord Jesus was rejected throughout His ministry; He was mocked and ridiculed at His death. Yet He never gave in to pressure or became bent-out-of-shape because of this. Why is it so hard for me to want to spread the Gospel after all Jesus has done for me? My foolish pride many times gets in the way. Friends, please pray that I would be more bold for Christ, and not afraid of what other people think. Pray that I will have the courage to stand up in class and speak about my paper, no matter how many weird stares I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,&lt;br /&gt;The emblem of suff'ring and shame;&lt;br /&gt;And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best&lt;br /&gt;For a world of lost sinners was slain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its shame and reproach gladly bear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then He'll call me someday to my home far away,&lt;br /&gt;Where His glory forever I'll share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,&lt;br /&gt;Till my trophies at last I lay down;&lt;br /&gt;I will cling to the old rugged cross,&lt;br /&gt;And exchange it someday for a crown.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7062149154931622263?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7062149154931622263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7062149154931622263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7062149154931622263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7062149154931622263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R-WjdZtJDEI/AAAAAAAAADY/PiguB8Lc5CQ/s72-c/easter2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1915937287965673334</id><published>2008-03-11T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:50.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Sovereignty'/><title type='text'>God's Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R9dCOLmzgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/7eqJdD5qj4Q/s1600-h/Holidays+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176679108086825762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R9dCOLmzgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/7eqJdD5qj4Q/s320/Holidays+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From every stormy wind that blows,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From every swelling tide of woes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a calm, a sure retreat,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Tis found beneath the mercy seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a place where Jesus sheds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The oil of gladness on our heads;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A place where all besides more sweet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is the blood-bought mercy seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a scene where spirits blend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where friend holds fellowship with friend;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though sundered far, by faith they meet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around one common mercy seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There, there, on eagles’ wings we soar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And time and sense seem all no more;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And heaven comes down, our souls to greet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And glory crowns the mercy seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, let my hand forget her skill,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My tongue be silent, cold, and still,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This bounding heart forget to beat,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I forget the mercy seat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugh Stowell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lord, help me to remember that my times are in Your sovereign hands. That I am nothing without You. I need your wisdom to guide me day by day. I might think that I know what's best for me, but in reality I am so small and insignificant compared to Your majesty and power. Help me to trust You even when I don't understand why certain things happen. My future sometimes seems so unclear. I pray I would not be anxious and full of fear- help me to rest in You. In Your Name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; &lt;em&gt;and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding&lt;/em&gt;, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1915937287965673334?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1915937287965673334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1915937287965673334&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1915937287965673334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1915937287965673334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-will.html' title='God&apos;s Will'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R9dCOLmzgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/7eqJdD5qj4Q/s72-c/Holidays+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3322288691109909690</id><published>2008-02-27T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:50.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Strengthens Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R8Ywg4gq4CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NpMvc_dGICo/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171874563564953634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R8Ywg4gq4CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NpMvc_dGICo/s320/DSC01747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;For the eyes of the Lord range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to Him. ~2 Chronicles 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The eyes of the Lord are always on us. He knows our hearts and He sees when we're weak. It's not His will for us to cave in when difficulties confront us. He wants us to be strong. If we're committed to Him, He'll give us the strength we need to face whatever comes our way. As we rely on His strength, our souls will become stronger and more conformed to His image. The more we become like Him, the closer we'll be to the center of His will.&lt;/strong&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/2568435531611283071-3322288691109909690?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3322288691109909690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3322288691109909690&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3322288691109909690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3322288691109909690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-strengthens-us.html' title='He Strengthens Us'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R8Ywg4gq4CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NpMvc_dGICo/s72-c/DSC01747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8269912721342614330</id><published>2008-02-23T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:50.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commit Now All Your Griefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R8JAOIgq3_I/AAAAAAAAACc/Qw-xXhb8Kmc/s1600-h/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170765933721608178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R8JAOIgq3_I/AAAAAAAAACc/Qw-xXhb8Kmc/s320/DSC01768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Commit thou all thy griefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And ways into His hands;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To His sure truth and tender care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who earth and heav'n commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who points the clouds their course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whom winds and seas obey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He shall direct thy wandering feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He shall prepare thy way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give to the winds thy fears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hope, and be undismayed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God shall lift up thy head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What though thou rulest not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet heav'n and earth and hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And ruleth all things well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Leave to His sovereign sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To choose and to command;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So shalt thou wond'ring own, His way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How wise, how strong His hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Gerhardt and John Wesley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him and He will do this." Psal&lt;/strong&gt;m&lt;strong&gt; 37:5&lt;/strong&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/2568435531611283071-8269912721342614330?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8269912721342614330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8269912721342614330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8269912721342614330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8269912721342614330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/02/commit-now-all-your-griefs.html' title='Commit Now All Your Griefs'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R8JAOIgq3_I/AAAAAAAAACc/Qw-xXhb8Kmc/s72-c/DSC01768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8002931655421156478</id><published>2008-02-22T14:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:15:48.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 "Different" Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been tagged by my friend "Nanna" over at "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://speakablegifts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nanna's Reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"! Here are some "quirky" things about me you might not have known. :) Or maybe some of you already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate the sound of styrofoam, the feelt of it, everything! It gives me goosebumps every time. Just thinking about the sound or feel of it gives me shivers. So now you know one of my biggest pet peeves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm terrified of clowns! Even ones that look "happy"- I just don't like them. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was little, I used to never want to throw anything out, like used-up cleaning bottles, because I thought they were real, and would be very hurt if thrown away! I know, very silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't remember this, or maybe I've blocked it out of my mind, but my family tells me that when I was younger, I used to walk around with my hands over my ears and hum for no reason at all. I really don't remember this, and thankfully I don't do it anymore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Here's another "when I was little" story. At my cousins' old house, they had a spiral staircase in the middle of one of their rooms. It was a really easy staircase to fall down, and that's just what I did! But instead of falling down the stairs, I slipped off the edge of the floor where the staircase was, and fell straight down to the floor! My parents were in the room below, and when I plopped down on the floor, my dad spilled all his coffee on the rug! I had no broken bones or anything, so I know God was really watching over me. Still, everyone looks back and just laughs over the incident (even though it was scary at the time!) because of the way I went flying down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Kaysie, Laura, Rachel, and whoever else wants to have fun with this&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-8002931655421156478?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8002931655421156478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8002931655421156478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8002931655421156478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8002931655421156478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-different-things-about-me.html' title='5 &quot;Different&quot; Things About Me'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1395725482369134599</id><published>2008-02-10T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:58:03.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Love to Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o292/mwsgirl/mr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o292/mwsgirl/mr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More love to Thee, O Christ, more love to Thee! Hear Thou the prayer I make on bended knee. This is my earnest plea: more love, O Christ, to Thee; more love to Thee, more love to Thee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the prayer of 2 very special people I know. Their names are Mark and Beka. Beka has a beautiful blog titled &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://more-love-to-thee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Love to Thee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. I have really enjoyed getting to know Beka better in person, and also through her writings, which really reflect her heart. These two dear people are going through a trial- but are seeking the Lord's strength in all they do. Please read this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://more-love-to-thee.blogspot.com/2007/09/remembering.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; of Beka's. I have cried through Mark and Beka's trials, but rejoiced with them as they have experienced the comfort and joy that only God's presence can bestow. Please keep them in your prayers as they go through these hardships. They are such wonderful examples to me as a young person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alabasterboxblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/bloggingwithpurpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://alabasterboxblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/bloggingwithpurpose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is also something else I would like to share with you. Kaysie and Beverly have sweetly tagged me with the "blogging with a purpose" award. Thank you so much both of you! I always have trouble not tagging the person who's tagged me! Kaysie has two very beautiful blogs (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alabasterboxblog.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alabaster Box &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inlovewithchrist.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Love with Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) and I learn something new every time I go to visit her. Beverly also has two blogs that are an encouragement- one is especially targeted towards young ladies(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://girl-inside.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Girl Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://highcalling.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The High Calling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;). I've chosen five bloggers who are very special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Beka's blog, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://more-love-to-thee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Love to Thee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Girls, please read this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://more-love-to-thee.blogspot.com/2007/03/worth-waiting-for.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;testimony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; she has shared. I don't know if I ever told you Beka, but I was brought to tears by this- I was so touched by your honesty and the way God beautifully worked through both Mark and your lives. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.speakablegifts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanna's Reflections&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- this is another dear friend's blog I love to visit. She posts many hymns and has cute pictures and funny stories that she shares as well. Take some time to visit Nanna- you would be blessed! Also look at some of her other devotional blogs while you're there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://takemylife-neesie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I know you've been tagged a couple of times now Neesie, but I love your blog, and I couldn't pass by yours! Thank you for sharing your heart, and for taking a stand for the Lord. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://midnight-inspiration.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Inspiration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-And yes, I know you've been tagged as well Laura. But I would like to thank you as well for your blog- you have a heart that truly desires to serve the Lord. There is no hypocrisy in you- you are so honest in all your posts. More Christians, including myself, need to be this way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://byrdoftheheavens.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Byrd of the Heavens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I have really enjoyed getting to know you through your beautiful blog Rachel! Thank you for the poems, hymns, cute pictures of your cats, and encouraging thoughts that you have on your site. I just wish I had more time to sit down and really read everything- school really takes up a large chunk of our time, doesn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep up the good work!! Thank you for encouraging me- I have been so blessed by all of you! I could only tag five, but I enjoy reading even more blogs, so I appreciate all of you who aren't on the list as well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1395725482369134599?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1395725482369134599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1395725482369134599&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1395725482369134599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1395725482369134599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-love-to-thee.html' title='More Love to Thee'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-2961115945968070322</id><published>2008-01-30T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:32:09.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.healiohealth.com/Images/school-stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.healiohealth.com/Images/school-stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello everyone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I'm sorry I've been neglecting this blog lately. I have started my second semester, and the homework is beginning to pile higher and higher! Also, I feel bad that I haven't been visiting your blogs very much...I have been really missing all the encouraging posts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you might not be seeing me a whole lot right now, but please continue to keep me in your prayers, and that God will sustain me through my next semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara&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/2568435531611283071-2961115945968070322?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/2961115945968070322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=2961115945968070322&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2961115945968070322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/2961115945968070322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/01/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5287631048937949925</id><published>2008-01-16T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:11:57.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start for the High Places</title><content type='html'>Well, I found my book! It was right under my nose...on the family bookshelf. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much-Afraid is beginning her journey to the High Places. Before she gets started, she has a visit from her Fearing relatives, who try most fervently to persuade her to marry Craven Fear. Much-Afraid is so weak that she can't defend herself against them, but just cowers in a corner. Thankfully, Much-Afraid's brave neighbor, Mrs. Valiant, is able to get the meddlesome relatives out of Much-Afraid's house. Much-Afraid feels ashamed for letting her relatives get the better of her, and worse than that, she missed the Shepherd's call as He passed by her house that night. She goes to search for Him, hoping He has not left her behind. Finding Him in a pasture, Much-Afraid humbly kneels before the Shepherd and asks Him to still take her with Him. The Shepherd is full of compassion and forgiveness, and they begin the journey to the High Places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts of Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very short time they were over the bridge, and had come to the foot of the mountains, where the path began the ascent of the lower slopes. Here great boulders were scattered all around, and suddenly Much-Afraid saw the figures of two veiled women seated on one of the rocks at the side of the path. As the Shepherd and she came up to that place, the two rose and bowed silently to Him.&lt;br /&gt;"Here are the two guides which I promised," said the Shepherd quietly. "From now on until you are over the steep and difficult places, they will be your companions and helpers."&lt;br /&gt;Much-Afraid looked at them fearfully. Certainly they were tall and appeared to be very strong, but why were they veiled? For what reason did they hide their faces? The longer and closer she looked at them, the more she began to dread them. They were so silent, so strong, and so mysterious. Why did they not speak? Why give her no friendly word of greeting?&lt;br /&gt;"Who are they?" she whispered to the Shepherd. "Will you tell me their names, and why don't they speak to me? Are they dumb?&lt;br /&gt;"No, they are not dumb," said the Shepherd very quietly, "but they speak a new language, Much-Afraid, a dialect of the mountains which you have not yet learned. But as you travel with them, little by little, you will learn to understand their words. "This," said he, motioning toward the first of the silent figures, "is named Sorrow. And the other is her twin sister, Suffering."&lt;br /&gt;Poor Much-Afraid! Her cheeks blanched and she began to tremble from head to foot. She felt so like fainting that she clung to the Shepherd for support.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't go with them," she gasped. "I can't! I can't! O my Lord Shepherd, why do You do this to me...why, oh why, must you make Sorrow and Suffering my companions? Couldn't You have given Joy and Peace to go with me, to strenthen me and encourgae me and help me on the difficult way? I never thought You would do this to me!"&lt;br /&gt;A strange look passed over the Shepherd's face as He listened to this outburst, then looking at the veiled figures as He spoke, He answered very gently, "Joy and Peace. Are those the companions you would choose for yourself? You remember your promise, to accept the helpers that I would give, because you believed that I would choose the very best possible guides for you. Will you still trust Me, Much-Afraid? Will you go with them, or do you wish to turn back to the Valley, and to all your Fearing relatives, to Craven Fear himself?&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him piteously, then said, "Do I wish to turn back? O Shepherd, to whom should I go? In all the world I have no one but You. Help me to follow You, even though it seems impossible. Help me to trust You as much as I long to love You.&lt;br /&gt;As He heard these words the Shepherd suddenly lifted His head and laughed--a laugh full of exultation and triumph and delight. Much-Afraid stood quite still, looking up into His face, which now had such a happy, exultant look, the look of One who above all things else delights in saving and delivering. In her heart the words of a hymn, written by another of the Shepherd's followers, began to run through her mind and she started to sing softly and sweetly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Sorrow do its work, send grief or pain;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet are thy messengers, sweet their refrain.&lt;br /&gt;If they but work in me, more love, O Christ, to thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to thee, more love to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Others have gone this way before me," she thought, "and they could even sing about it afterwards. Will He who is so strong and gentle be less faithful and gracious to me, weak and cowardly though I am, when it is so obvoius that the thing He delights most of all is to deliver His followers from all their fears and to take them to the High Places?" With this came the thought that the sooner she would reach those glorious High Places.&lt;br /&gt;She stepped forward, looking at the two veiled figures, and said with a courage which she had never felt before, "I will go with you. Please lead the way," for even then she could not bring herself to put out her hands to grasp theirs.&lt;br /&gt;The Shepherd laughed again and then said clearly, "My Peace I leave with you. Remember that I pledge Myself to bring you to the High Places at the top of these mountains and that you shall not be put to shame and now 'till the day break and the shadows flee away, I will be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zakopane-life.com/media/pics/tatra-mountains-zakopane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zakopane-life.com/media/pics/tatra-mountains-zakopane.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/2568435531611283071-5287631048937949925?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5287631048937949925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5287631048937949925&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5287631048937949925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5287631048937949925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-for-high-places.html' title='Start for the High Places'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1009376573786360449</id><published>2008-01-09T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:28:35.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nimfea.hu/english/images/pulsatilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nimfea.hu/english/images/pulsatilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised to post some thoughts from &lt;em&gt;Hind's Feet on High Places&lt;/em&gt; a few times a week, but I've misplaced my book! Just to let you know, as soon as I find it, I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;begin my writings right away! Hope and pray that you are all doing well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1009376573786360449?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1009376573786360449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1009376573786360449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1009376573786360449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1009376573786360449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-promised-to-post-some-thoughts-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5730176812216973907</id><published>2007-12-31T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:40:00.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The High Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hfministry.com/hindsfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hfministry.com/hindsfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The Lord God is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me to walk upon mine high places."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friends, have any of you read the book, &lt;em&gt;Hinds' Feet on High Places&lt;/em&gt;? Well, it is a favorite of mine, and I have been re-reading it over my winter break. It is a wonderful book by Hannah Hurnard, and is a representation of the Christian's walk with God. The story centers around Much-Afraid, one of the Chief Shepherd's servants who lives in the Valley of Humiliaton. Her greatest desire is to travel to the High Places so she will be rid of her fears, and her terrible relatives, who despise the Great Shepherd (who symbolizes Christ). What I love about this book is that every Christian who reads through it can relate to Much-Afraid and the struggles she has to deal with. Many of these difficulties are brought on by her own sin, but the Great Shepherd reveals to Much-Afraid that sorrow and suffering must accompany her along her way in order for her to grow truly strong as a believer.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would post a section from the book a few times a week. This segment is from the first chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invitation to the High Places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For several years Much-Afraid had been in the service of the Chief Shepherd, whose great flocks were pastured down in the Valley of Humiliation. She lived with her friends and fellow workers Mercy and Peace in a tranquil little white cottage in the village of Much-Trembling. She loved her work and desired intensely to please the Chief Shepherd, but happy as she was in most ways, she was conscious of several things which hindered her in her work and caused her much secret distress and shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the first place, she was a cripple, with feet so crooked that they often caused her to limp and stumble as she went about her work. She had also the very unsightly blemish of a crooked mouth which greatly disfigured both expression and speech and was sadly conscious that these ugly blemishes must be a cause of atonishment and offense to many who knew that she was in the service of the great Shepherd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was, however, another and even greater trouble in her life. She was a member of the Family of Fearings, and her relatives were scattered all over the valley, so that she could never really excape from them. An orphan, she had been brought up in the home of her aunt, poor Mrs. Dismal Forebodings, with her two cousin Gloomy and Spiteful and their brother Craven Fear, a great bully who habitually tormented and persecuted her in a really dreadful way. Like most of the other families who lived in the Valley of Humiliation, all the Fearings hated the Chief Shepherd and tried to boycott his servants, and naturally it was a great offense to them that one of their own family should have entered His service. They did all they could both by threats and persuasions to get her out of his employment, and one dreadful day they laid before her the family dictum that she must immediately marry her cousin Craven Fear and settle down respectably among her own people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poor Much-Afraid was overwhelmed with horror at the mere idea, but her relatives had always terrified her, and she had never learned to resist or ignore their threats, so she simply sat cowering before them, repeating again and again that nothing would induce her to marry Craven Fear, but she was quite unable to escape from their presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Much-Afraid then seeks the Shepherd's counsel on the matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through the quiet and peace of this tranquil evening, poor, terrified Much-Afraid came to the pool where the Shephered was waiting for her and told Him of her dreadful plight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What shall I do?" she cried as she ended the recital. "How can I escape? They can't really force me to marry my cousin Craven, can they?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Don't be afraid," said the Shephered gently. "You are in My service and if you will trust Me they will not be able to force you against your will into any family alliance. But you ought never to have let your Fearing relatives into your cottage, because they are enemies of the King who has taken you into His employment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I know, oh, I know," cried Much-Afraid, "but whenever I meet any of my relatives I seem to lose all my strneth and simply cannot resist them, no matter how I strive. As long as I live in the Valley I cannot escape meeting them...oh, if only I could escape from the valley of Humiliation altogether and go to the High Places, completely out of reach of all the Fearings and my other relatives!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Shephered answered, "I have waited a long time to hear you make that suggestion, Much-Afraid. No Fears of any kind are able to live there because 'perfect love casteth out fear and everything that torments.' It is quite true that the way up to the High Places is both difficult and dangerous," said the Shepherd. "It has to be, so that nothing which is an enemy of Love can make the ascent and invade the Kingdom...Much-Afraid, I could make yours like hinds' feet also, and set you upon the Hihg places. You could serve Me then much more fully and be out of reach of all your enemies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(The Shepherd then plants the Seed of Love into Much-Afraid's heart before she starts on her journey) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Shepherd put His hand in his bosom, drew something forth, and laid it in the palm of His hand. Then He held His hand out toward Much-Afraid. "Here is the seed of Love," he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She bent forward to look, then gave a startled little cry and drew back. "The seed looks very sharp," she said shrinkingly. "Won't it hurt if you put it into my heart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He answered very gently, "It is so sharp that it slips in very quickly. But, Much-Afraid, I have already warned you that Love and Pain go together, for a time at least. &lt;em&gt;If you would know Love, you must also know pain too."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much-Afraid looked at the thorn and shrank from it. Then she looked at the Shepherd's face and repeated His words to herself. She suddently stepped forward, bared her heart, and said, "Please plant the seed here in my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His face lit up with a glad smile and He said with a note of joy in His voice, "Now you will be able to go with me to the High Places and be a citizen in the Kingdom of my Father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(The sharp Seed of Love has now been pressed into Much-Afraid's heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Thank you, thank you," [Much-Afraid] cried, and knelt at the Shepherd's feet. "How good...how patient You are. There is no one in the whole world as good and kind as You. I will go with You to the mountains. I will trust You to make my feet like hinds' feet, and to set me, even me, upon the High Places."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so much like Much-Afraid. I have so many fears and doubts in my mind, and I forget at times that the Lord is greater than all my worries. At times I tremble and cower in the corner when all my Fearful relatives come knocking at my door. What is comforting is that Christ is able to take away all my fears if I only call on Him and lean on His strength. Much-Afraid begins her journey as a weak and scared servant of the Most High, but her journey to the High Places prunes her into something more beautiful than she could ever imagine. Throughout our entire lives as Christians, the Lord is shaping us and leading us to the High Places, and helping us to grow strong by allowing sorrow and suffering into our lives. If we only let Him mold and shape us into His beautiful instruments instead of leaning on our own strength, we will leap with Him on the High Places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Draw me- I will run after Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Thou art my heart's one choice,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring me to Thy royal house,&lt;br /&gt;To dwell there and rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;There in Thy presence, O my King,&lt;br /&gt;To feast and hear Thy voice. ~Much-Afraid after the Seed of Love has been planted in her heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-5730176812216973907?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5730176812216973907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5730176812216973907&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5730176812216973907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5730176812216973907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/12/high-places.html' title='The High Places'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3732651103093478485</id><published>2007-12-21T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:29:35.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Favorite Christmas Movies</title><content type='html'>If you're like me, you enjoy watching all the classic Christmas movies around the holiday season. Here's a list of some of my favorites that I grew up watching with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/L10377664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/L10377664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/em&gt; ~ We all know the story, for it has become a Christmas classic—etched into our collective memory. At its core, "It's a Wonderful Life" is a parable of a good, honest man who, after years of struggling to do the right thing, questions his life and the choices he's made. Teetering on the brink of despair, the protagonist, George Bailey, finally concludes that his life has been a failure. Surmising that it might have been better if he had never been born, he contemplates suicide, only to be rescued by an angel determined to get his wings. ~by Kathleen A. Ervin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carygrant.net/fotogallery/bishopswife/bw5_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.carygrant.net/fotogallery/bishopswife/bw5_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;em&gt;The Bishop's Wife~ &lt;/em&gt;I watched this film once when I was younger, but just recently it's become one of my favorites. Cary Grant plays an angel who comes to the aid of a stressed bishop (David Niven) who is attempting to raise funds for a larger church. Loretta Young plays the bishop's much-neglected wife. The movie takes place around Christmas, and is a charming film for all ages to enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clown-ministry.com/images/white-christmas-danny-kaye-bing-crosby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.clown-ministry.com/images/white-christmas-danny-kaye-bing-crosby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3. &lt;em&gt;White Christmas~ &lt;/em&gt;I've always loved musicals, and &lt;em&gt;White Christmas&lt;/em&gt; is no exception in my favorites list. More of a light film rather than a serious, spiritual one, White Christmas is a lot of fun and very cute as well. Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye play Bob Wallace and Phil Davis, who are veterans after World War 2 who get into a successful show business. They meet up with Betty and Judy Haynes (Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen), sisters who are also in show business. After being comically thrown together, the entire group travels to an inn which the girls are performing in at Pine Tree, Vermont. The boys discover that the owner of the inn is their old-time Major-General, who is financially unstable and lacking in business at the inn. All decide to help the Major out by bringing Wallace and Davis' show to Pine Tree, and eventually end up bringing unexpected joy to a Major-General who is feeling discouraged and useless. Of couse, this film takes place around Christmas as well, and showcases the famous tune "White Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://work.colum.edu/wordpress/briley/files/2006/11/34thst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://work.colum.edu/wordpress/briley/files/2006/11/34thst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;em&gt;Miracle on 34th Street&lt;/em&gt;~ This is the older version that I grew up watching. I've never seen the 1994 film, but I've heard it is also done well. Maureen O'Hara plays Doris, a well-respected employee at Macy's whois practical and extremely sensible when it comes to issues such as Santa Claus. Her daughter, Susan (Natalie Wood), is the same way her mother is. When Fred Gaily (John Payne) and a kind older man who claims to be Kris Kringle, come along, Doris and Susan begin to feel differently. Another classic film that I've always enjoyed watching.&lt;br /&gt;/&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.charmaineyoest.com/uploads/nativity_poster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5. &lt;em&gt;The Nativity Story&lt;/em&gt;~ This film came out only last year, so it has become a fairly new addition to my favorites list. Done reverantly and staying true to the beautiful account of Jesus' birth, captures the humble obedience of both Joseph and Mary and the deep love they had for each other, and their Lord and Savior. This is a wonderful film to add to your Christmas collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.play.com/covers/96721m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.play.com/covers/96721m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6. &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt;~There have been so many different films of &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt;, but the George C. Scott version has remained as my favorite. I think everyone must love either the book or movie. My family has to watch this every Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brightlightsfilm.com/49/49_images/1margjimmy&amp;amp;marg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.brightlightsfilm.com/49/49_images/1margjimmy&amp;amp;marg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7. &lt;em&gt;The Shop Around the Corner&lt;/em&gt;~Recently this has become one of my favorite Christmas movies. If anyone is familiar with the recent &lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Shop Around the Corner&lt;/em&gt; is the original basis for that film. Jimmy Stewart and Margaret Sullivan play two clerks who work together on a daily basis, and are frequently fighting with one another. Little do they know that they are secretly writing each other, and are in for a shock when they find out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spokesmanreview.com/stories/2004/dec/10/10rudolph7_12-10-2004_UT38LSC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.spokesmanreview.com/stories/2004/dec/10/10rudolph7_12-10-2004_UT38LSC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8. &lt;em&gt;Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer&lt;/em&gt;~ OK, don't laugh. I have to admit that growing up I LOVED watching Rudolph. And I still love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/2/28/200px-Christmastoycover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/2/28/200px-Christmastoycover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9. &lt;em&gt;The Christmas Toy&lt;/em&gt;~Alrighty, you can laugh at me again. I grew up watching this one too, but it's so cute! A spoiled tiger toy named Rugby thinks he is the best Christmas toy because he is Jaime's favorite, so he thinks Christmas is all about him. On Christmas Eve, Rugby makes the dangerous journey down to the living room to get himself wrapped and ready for Christmas morning...but he is followed by his fellow toy-mates, who try to make him understand that he will not always be Jaime's favorite. When I was little, I was always fascinated that all the children's toys came alive, and if they were seen by humans, they'd be frozen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinematographers.nl/GreatDoPh/Films/MeetStLouis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cinematographers.nl/GreatDoPh/Films/MeetStLouis1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10. &lt;em&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis&lt;/em&gt;~ I just watched this film- tonight! The film ends around Christmas, so in a way, it has a Christmasy feel. And it's a musical as well...so it's up in my favorites list now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are some of your favorite Christmas movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas...and a lovely time visiting with family and friends. Much love to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For there will be born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. ~Luke 2:11&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/2568435531611283071-3732651103093478485?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3732651103093478485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3732651103093478485&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3732651103093478485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3732651103093478485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-ten-favorite-christmas-movies.html' title='Top Ten Favorite Christmas Movies'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5100719021803661741</id><published>2007-12-17T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:07:51.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Done!</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for your prayers! My first semester is officially over, and I'm so grateful to all of you who took the time to say a quick prayer for me. I got through it by the Lord's strength. Now I will have to find activities to occupy my time with during my five-week break. I think I'm going to attempt to do some scrapbooking-something I've put aside for far too long! Well, at least it will keep me busy. Also, you will most likely be finding more frequent posts from me- I can promise you on that. :) As Christmas is only 8 days away, I'll try to dedicate some posts to my favorite time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening service at my church, my pastor is doing a 3-week Christmas series. Last week the sermon was on Mary, and what wonderful attributes she had! Her humbleness and obedience during an extremely confusing and potentially dangerous time of her life are such wonderful examples to all of us, but especially to young women. This past Sunday evening the topic was on Joseph. I like how my pastor pointed out that we often forget Joseph amidst all the sermons on Mary. He was truly a remarkable and godly man. Although he felt hurt and confused over the news of Mary's pregnancy, he humbly submitted himself to God's ultimate plan for Mary and her Child. At the end of the sermon, my pastor exhorted the young people of the church to seek for a Mary or a Joseph as a future spouse. The two of them are wonderful examples of what the marriage covenant between two believers should be. I only hope and pray that when faced with a trial, I will humbly submit to God's will for me by saying "Behold the maidservant of the Lord! Let it be to me according to Your word." ~Luke 1:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gentle Mary laid her Child lowly in a manger;&lt;br /&gt;There He lay, the undefiled, to the world a Stranger:&lt;br /&gt;Such a Babe in such a place, can He be the Savior?&lt;br /&gt;Ask the saved of all the race who have found His favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels sang about His birth; wise men sought and found Him;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven’s star shone brightly forth, glory all around Him:&lt;br /&gt;Shepherds saw the wondrous sight, heard the angels singing;&lt;br /&gt;All the plains were lit that night, all the hills were ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Mary laid her Child lowly in a manger;&lt;br /&gt;He is still the undefiled, but no more a stranger:&lt;br /&gt;Son of God, of humble birth, beautiful the story;&lt;br /&gt;Praise His Name in all the earth, hail the King of glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Joseph S. Cook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144821536022063378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R2YT7bdf6RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5WBCY5kFZpU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-5100719021803661741?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5100719021803661741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5100719021803661741&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5100719021803661741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5100719021803661741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-done.html' title='I am Done!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzKmueBjQAQ/R2YT7bdf6RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5WBCY5kFZpU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-7541826888895283167</id><published>2007-12-10T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:28:04.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Please Pray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shropshire.gov.uk/res.nsf/A5D019A32FB1A7C7802573370032A1AB/$file/student.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.shropshire.gov.uk/res.nsf/A5D019A32FB1A7C7802573370032A1AB/$file/student.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have finals, and then I get a whole month off at school! I am really looking forward to my break, but anxious about the results of my final work this week in class. Please pray that I'll stay calm and do my best in everything. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-7541826888895283167?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/7541826888895283167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=7541826888895283167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7541826888895283167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/7541826888895283167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/12/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-891133346177183293</id><published>2007-11-27T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:30:29.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>I realize that I really haven't introduced new readers to my family yet! I am the second eldest of 6. My older brother Chris is 24, I am 18, my middle brother Ryan is 14, my sister Melissa is 12, my youngest brother Matthew is 11, and my baby sister, Rachel, is 9. I thought I would share some pictures with you all, not only of my family, but of some dear friends who have become like family. :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-3a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-3a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158291290682&amp;site=widget-3a.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=504403158291290682&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3a.slide.com/p1/504403158291290682/ms_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=504403158291290682&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3a.slide.com/p2/504403158291290682/ms_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-891133346177183293?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/891133346177183293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=891133346177183293&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/891133346177183293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/891133346177183293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-family.html' title='Family and Friends'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3941902761306915637</id><published>2007-11-21T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:27:11.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently I wrote a list of the many things I am thankful for...just scroll down and take a quick look at that if you'd like. I hope each and every one of you enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday with family and friends, and have safety traveling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All the world is God’s own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving and much love to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3941902761306915637?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3941902761306915637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3941902761306915637&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3941902761306915637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3941902761306915637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-3072716112998392186</id><published>2007-11-10T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:23:44.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After sanctification, it is difficult to state what your purpose in life is, because God has moved you into His purpose through the Holy Spirit. He is using you now for His purposes throughout the world as He used His Son for the purpose of our salvation. If you seek great things for yourself, thinking, "God has called me for this and for that," you barricade God from using you. As long as you maintain your own personal interests and ambitions, you cannot be completely aligned or identified with God’s interests. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This can only be accomplished by giving up all of your personal plans once and for all, and by allowing God to take you directly into His purpose for the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your understanding of your ways must also be surrendered, because they are now the ways of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must learn that the purpose of my life belongs to God, not me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. God is using me from His great personal perspective, and all He asks of me is that I trust Him. I should never say, "Lord, this causes me such heartache." To talk that way makes me a stumbling block. When I stop telling God what I want, He can freely work His will in me without any hindrance. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can crush me, exalt me, or do anything else He chooses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He simply asks me to have absolute faith in Him and His goodness. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-pity is of the devil, and if I wallow in it I cannot be used by God for His purpose in the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Doing this creates for me my own cozy "world within the world," and God will not be allowed to move me from it because of my fear of being "frost-bitten."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Oswald Chambers; &lt;em&gt;My Utmost For His Highest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-3072716112998392186?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/3072716112998392186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=3072716112998392186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3072716112998392186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/3072716112998392186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-not-my-own.html' title='I Am Not My Own'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-1611604761220742104</id><published>2007-10-28T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:27:32.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Heart Be Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let your heart be broken for a world in need:&lt;br /&gt;Feed the mouths that hunger,&lt;br /&gt;Soothe the wounds that bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Give the cup of water, and the loaf of bread.&lt;br /&gt;Be the hands of Jesus, serving in his stead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here on earth applying principles of love.&lt;br /&gt;Visible expression, God still rules above.&lt;br /&gt;Living illustration of the living word,&lt;br /&gt;To the minds of all who've never seen or heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blest to be a blessing, privileged to care,&lt;br /&gt;Challenged be the need, apparent everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Where mankind is wanting, fill the vacant place.&lt;br /&gt;Be the means through which&lt;br /&gt;The Lord reveals His grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to your believing deeds that prove it true,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Christ as Savior, Make Him Master too.&lt;br /&gt;Follow in His footsteps, go where he has trod;&lt;br /&gt;In the worlds great trouble risk yourself for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be tender and your vision clear;&lt;br /&gt;See mankind as God sees, serve Him far and near.&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be broken by a brother's pain;&lt;br /&gt;Share your rich resources, give and give again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words &amp;amp; music - Bryan Jeffery Leech&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After having an emotionally difficult past few weeks, I was so blessed by the annual Bible conference at my church this past weekend! The focus was on missions, a topic which is very near to my heart. The speaker served in the country of Jordan for many years, and the stories he brought to the congregation were fascinating and thought-provoking. One of the points the pastor brought up in the morning service was that too many Christians in America have settled into living comfortable lives by fitting in with the rest of the world. How true this is! While Christians in countries such as Pakistan and Turkey are being killed for their faith, I am embarrassed to tell classmates at my college that I go to church. Yes, others might look at me like I am strange if I make a stand for Christ or act different, but it is all worth it in the end! I am so blessed to have the freedom to proclaim Christ as my Savior and Lord without having to worry about being arrested or even killed. I am praying that I will be more bold in my faith and "not ashamed of the gospel of Christ" (Romans 1:16). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thankfully, after all the encouragement I received from the messages, my depression was lifted, and I now see things in a different light. God knew exactly what I needed, and He helped me to get my focus back where it needed to be-not on myself, but on Him. Everything becomes so much clearer once I turn my eyes upon Jesus, Who will carry me each step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Turn your eyes upon Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Look full in His wonderful face;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And the things of earth will grow strangely dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In the light of His glory and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Lemmel H. Helen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-1611604761220742104?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/1611604761220742104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=1611604761220742104&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1611604761220742104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/1611604761220742104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-your-heart-be-broken.html' title='Let Your Heart Be Broken'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5426728757736464112</id><published>2007-10-13T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:27:59.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving thanks'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There has been so much going in my life and the lives of others, but lately I've fallen into the trap of just seeing the negative in so many things. I've decided to make a list of everything that I am thanfkul for and that God has done, despite pain and sorrow. There's no particular order, just whatever comes to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Even though a dear missionary family was slain in Pakistan, they are in Heaven now. The Lord is sustaining their relatives and working mightily in the lives of others, and my prayers are that many will become saved through their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; About a month ago, my dear cousin, Cayla, was kept safe in a car accident which totaled her vehicle. With only a few bruises, she was out of the hospital in no time. Cayla just bought this car in early spring, and was having some difficulty finding a new one to commute to school. Praise the Lord, she found a 2005 Chevy, and is very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; At times I'm not grateful for the opportunity that I have to go to college and get an education. In many countries around the world this wouldn't be possible. Even when Anatomy and Physiology gets tough, I am praying that the Lord will help me to continually be thankful, and not grumble and complain about homework and tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; My dear parents, who have given so much and done so much for me and my siblings. My mother homeschooled me from preschool to twelfth grade, and I will always admire her patience and self-sacrificing spirit that has brought me where I am today. My dad, who works long hours at the office to support my family. Although he gets busy, he is always there for my mom, my siblings, and I when we have questions or just need to talk to him. He keeps a level head and never forgets about us even when his job takes him to places such as Paris, London, and Brussels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; My church: I am so thankful to be in a church body where fellow believers really do care for each other despite some stormy trials that have happened in the past. I love being involved in teaching Sunday school whenver I'm needed, and I'm also thankful that my pastor has given me the opportunity to play the piano during congregational singings. I usually am very shy and don't like playing piano in front of people, but I think I have gained more confidence and have learned to love and appreciate the piano and hymns even more now that I am playing for my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I often take for granted the fact that I have more than enough clothes to wear and am continually provided with food every day. Many children in foreign countries and even the United States go to bed hungry without the proper sustenance in their bodies. I have so many choices as for as food and clothing go, and many times I don't realize just how blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; My dear, godly friends who have shown and given me so much over the past years. For the ones who read my blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.speakablegifts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mrs. R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Puck_Everlasting2292"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neesie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://highcalling.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beverly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.more-love-to-thee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, Charissa, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://midnight-inspiration.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I value your friendships very highly. Without your encouragement and love that you have shown to me my life would be very different! Thank you for always taking the time to see how I am doing and for praying for me. You are all very dear to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Last but not least, my salvation. Why God has chosen a sinner like me is beyond all comprehension. I only hope I can always honor Christ with my life by serving Him and others. I hope I will never be ashamed to tell others that I follow Him, but will always stand up for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh come, let us sing to the Lord! Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before His presence with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms. For the Lord is the great God, and the great King above all gods.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 95:1-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/2568435531611283071-5426728757736464112?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5426728757736464112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5426728757736464112&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5426728757736464112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5426728757736464112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/09/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-8968860362309211748</id><published>2007-08-26T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:26:21.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wondrous Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm afraid I've neglected this new blog as I've been neglecting my xanga (trying to be more consistent with my posting!). There has been so much going on in my life lately. I am starting my freshman year in college this upcoming Wednesday, and I am happy to say that I think I am ready! I am extremely nervous and a little anxious, but I know the Lord will give me strength. I am so thankful that I can stay at home and commute (I am attending a community college).&lt;br /&gt;Since there has been so much going on in my life, I sometimes find it hard to sit down and have my quiet time with God and read in my devotions; something which I need to be putting much more of an effort into. Throughout the day, I've found it helpful to say many little prayers as I'm at work or feeling scared about college. It is such a comforting feeling to know that God is always listening and ready to hear our concerns. Please pray that I'll be consistent with my devotional life while attending college and that I will always keep my eyes on the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at my church I was really blessed by the sermons brought by Pastor A. The evening service was especially beautiful. The topic was on Christ's rejection here on this earth, and the ultimate rejection He faced from God the Father when He was crucified on the cross. If I wasn't already saved by the Lord's grace, I believe this sermon would have had me on my knees begging for God's forgiveness. I many times take for granted the fact that Jesus died for me and that I will one day be with Him in Heaven, so I was really blessed and touched tonight during the service. This beautiful hymn was going through my head throughout the entire sermon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died; my richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God; all the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. See, from His head, his hands, His feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down. Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love so amazing, so divine, demands &lt;em&gt;my soul, my life, my all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In Christ Alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara&lt;/em&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/2568435531611283071-8968860362309211748?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/8968860362309211748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=8968860362309211748&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8968860362309211748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/8968860362309211748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/08/wondrous-cross.html' title='The Wondrous Cross'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568435531611283071.post-5369164061448173061</id><published>2007-07-25T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:26:43.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello! My name is Sara, and I'm not entirely new to the blogging world. I used to have two blogs, but I began posting less frequently on both. I would really like to start using blogger again, and I'm really excited to get started! It might take me a little while to think up some posts, but I'll be working on it! Also, I have a xanga I post on, but lately I haven't been updating it as much. Here's the address for it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/princess9869"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/princess9869&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;~Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2568435531611283071-5369164061448173061?l=inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/feeds/5369164061448173061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2568435531611283071&amp;postID=5369164061448173061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5369164061448173061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2568435531611283071/posts/default/5369164061448173061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inchristalone-sara.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-my-blogging-friends.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561731276229223247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jg2ErIT7yXg/TclgYumretI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rnc1fgeOFg8/s220/001pwqc6%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
