tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83238451520201884412024-03-05T00:53:29.983-08:00Lead Me to the CrossUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-7415737394187165272011-01-21T17:22:00.000-08:002011-01-21T17:46:08.245-08:00The Gospel for OC<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hi Friends,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As some of you already know, at the beginning of this year (aka 21 days ago), I started writing for a blog called </span><a href="http://www.thegospelforoc.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The Gospel for OC. </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> My first </span><a href="http://thegospelforoc.com/author/rachelstewart/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">post</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> went live a few days ago so we are off and running.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">When the proposition to provide a female voice for this blog was made, my immediate thought was "YA RIGHT! There are 578,302 girls I could find on the STREET that are more qualified to write for a Christian blog than I am."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And maybe that's true. However, God used the coming weeks to really work on my heart and show me that this was not about me and my gifts or talents. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This was about Him.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> I realized that pouring out the things I struggle with and the thoughts I have could be beneficial to someone else's journey with Christ. My inadequacy was all I had to bring to the table, and that was enough. He laid this verse on my heart and I have been thinking of it since: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But he said to me, '</span><span class="woc"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'”-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">2 Corinthians 12:9</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">His power is made perfect in my weakness.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It was a whirlwind of different thoughts and emotions when it all came to be, but I know that God's plan for this blog is so grand and I'm honored to be a part of that. After meeting with Chris, the editor, and a bunch of writers and volunteers who are making this happen, it solidified that this is something wise to invest time into. The ultimate mission that these guys have? God's glory. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">That being said, please check out the blog, look around, leave some comments, but more importantly, be praying for what the future of this blog holds.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">For His glory,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Rach</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-54175644678989707592010-12-23T07:00:00.000-08:002010-12-23T14:23:16.606-08:00A Year of YouthI can't believe it is already almost 2011. I know that as I get older, the years will seemingly go by quicker and quicker, but this year just zoomed. I think I’ve mentioned before how working with the youth group makes me all the more aware of how fast time flys by. It’s almost been two years that I’ve been a leader and it seems like yesterday that I started- sitting in a room of girls that I hardly knew.<br /><br />We had our youth group Christmas party last night and it was so overwhelming to look back at the year and see what God has done. On the topic of One Thousand Gifts, the youth group provides so many of those.<br /><br />6. At our Christmas party last year, we had 3 kids from our church. This year we had 13 (and even had to borrow someone else’s vehicle so we could fit them all. Last year we all fit in one car.)<br /><br />7. We’ve had not one, not two, but THREE girls nights. I love seeing the girls get excited to hang out with each other and play games and swim and eat and be silly. I praise the Lord that they are growing in their relationships with each other, and that the girls who are new to our group feel welcomed and get plugged in so easily. Such a gift.<br /><br />8. Our summer trip was a huge sign of God’s provision. We rented a boat and jet skis and hung out at the Lake all day for two full days, and there was not one injury. 26 teenagers, two jet skis, and a boat. How does that NOT equal an injury? There were none. Not even a scrape. God was so good to us this trip. Not only did He provide physically, but to be in God’s creation for six days just echoed His majesty, and I know the kids felt it.<br /><br />9. I had to say goodbye to one of my girls that graduated. Ok, that’s a little dramatic. I still see her all the time, but it’s hard when you get used to having someone in your group once a week and then all of the sudden they aren’t there. It really showed to me how every single girl plays such a different role in our group. It surprised me how sad I was to see her move on, but we honestly watched this girl grow into a woman who is seeking God and what more can you really ask for? I know there are a lot more hard “goodbyes” coming my way, but it makes me value the time I have with them more.<br /><br />10. Last and MOST IMPORTANT, their hearts are changing. They are talking openly and honestly about their faith. They are praying together. They are seeking wisdom and God’s guidance. They are desiring God’s will for their lives. God is working in them in ways that I could never do. Over and over again I’m realizing that I am so powerless to change anything. By God’s grace, I am not able to open their hearts. That’s too big of a responsibility. More than anything, I’ve learned that all we can do as leaders is wholly lean on the One who loves us so much that he came to die for us. When I think about the love that I have for these kids, and the desires that I have for them, multiply that by infinity and that’s how much their Savior loves them. What a peaceful revelation.<br /><br />May this Christmas remind you of all of your One Thousand Gifts, and also point you to the greatest gift of all…a Savior.<br /><br /><em>For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord</em>.-Luke 2:11Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-26815100376909281102010-11-15T19:04:00.000-08:002010-11-15T21:11:16.943-08:00One Thousand GiftsToday I was driving to an appointment I was late for, after leaving a bank that I got lost trying to find, and I got stopped at yet another red light. "How is it not even 9 AM and so many unfortunate things have already happened?" was the first thought that came to my head.<div><br /></div><div>As I'm reflecting on the happenings of the morning, I glance over to the sidewalk and see a woman sitting there with her back to me. She's staring off into the distance, and I can tell by the look on her face that she's tired, weary, worn-down. Clearly this woman is in true need, and has true troubles.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mind replays the morning in a new light as I'm staring at this woman, tears welling up in my eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am running late to an appointment to see a Doctor that I'm not going to have to pay for because I have a <b>job with health care benefits</b>. I'm late because I couldn't decide what outfit out of <b>a billion choices </b>I was going to wear. I'm grumpy because I had to stop at a bank to <b>deposit money</b> into my account. I am irritated because the directions on <b>my </b><b>iPhone</b> caused me to go a few minutes in the wrong direction and now I'm not going to have time to stop at <b>Starbucks</b> for coffee. Even reliving the morning in writing makes me disgusted with myself- the same shameful feeling I had at that light, staring at a woman who was far less fortunate.</div><div><br /></div><div>For a while now, I've wanted to follow in Ann Voskamp's footsteps in her blog series called <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2003/06/gratitude-community/">One Thousand Gifts.</a> She writes on how gratitude can change your life and how it already has changed hers, and how to notice the plethora of gifts surrounding us- from obvious things like a house, car, food, and so on... to the things that go less appreciated like how it smells after rain, or hearing a bird chirp outside. <i>No thing is too big or too small to be thankful for. </i>It's encouraging to read others' lists and see that everyone sees God and gives thanks to Him in different parts of their day. Everything we have is of Him and for Him. </div><div><br /></div><div>As much as I hate seeing the ugliest parts of me, like how inattentive I am to the grace that abounds, it reminds me of how ugly I am when I come to the Father, and how perfect I am in His sight because of the righteousness his Son died to wrap me in.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, with only a few minutes of today's ingratitude exposed in this post, I continue it with the beginning of my list of One Thousand Gifts:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. I am thankful for the needy woman on the corner, staring off into nothing, with thoughts and concerns I'll never know of running through her head...her presence symbolically showing me my true self.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. The time in the day to sit at my computer and process my thoughts onto a blank screen, with no distractions, calm music in the background.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. The first, shocking bite of cold air every morning when I take my first step outside, showing that winter is indeed upon us.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Google.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Strawberries, because they are not in season but they are still everywhere. And I love them. Even though they sometimes give me hives. </div><div><br /></div><div>One thousand gifts...and that's only scratching the surface. Join me?</div><div><br /></div><div><i>And now we thank you, our God, and praise your glorious name.</i>-1 Chronicles 29:13</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-43963349924741575242010-09-26T20:10:00.000-07:002010-09-26T21:54:52.950-07:00New "Season"...I'm usually not the type of person that describes different stages of life as "seasons"...it's just not the way I word things (although I have friends that I love dearly who use this term in every other sentence and it just works for them, so no judgement if you say it a lot!)...but as I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">journaling</span> today, I realized how this literal change of season (from summer to fall) seems so different than when spring was turning into summer, for my life personally.<div><br /></div><div>I'm constantly amazed at how fast the time is flying by. Working with the youth group really speeds up time in that regard- it seems like they were JUST getting out of school and we were so pumped for summer and now they have been back in school for a MONTH. Yikes!</div><div><br /></div><div>This summer was definitely a summer of growth for me. In some ways it was really <b>hard</b> in the mere fact that I kept seeing myself, again and again, for who I really am- a SINNER who is constantly in battle against my flesh, my desires, my circumstances, my nature. And in some ways it was really <b>sweet</b> because I am LOVED by the greatest lover of all, Jesus Christ. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, bidding the summer a fond ado (it truly was great in many regards)...and welcoming the fall...here are a few of my hopes for the rest of 2010:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) To desire and seek God more. To learn more about who He is and to truly know the love He has for me. To stop making my life so busy and loud that His majesty is drowned in my head and heart. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>"How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure....that He would give His only son, to make a wretch His treasure."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>2) To pray, openly and honestly, without ceasing, for <i>whatever</i> is on my heart, because being in consistent communication with my Savior is imperative to our healthy relationship.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Praying-Life-Connecting-Distracting-World/dp/1600063004">A Praying Life</a> in our Life Together Groups this semester and I'm loving it so far. It is so practical and real and honest, while outlining how important it is to PRAY. So as this new season begins, I deeply desire to be a more consistent and intentional prayer- to be a woman who honestly trusts and relies on prayers. I love love love hearing one of the youth girls pray when we are in our small groups, and so I can only imagine the delight of the Father when we, His beloved sons and daughters, converse with Him.</div><div><br /></div><div>3) To cast away idols that distract and deter me from living fully for the Lord. Such an easy thought to have...such an endless road to be on.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Lord I want to yearn for you, I want to burn with passion over You and only You"- Yearn, </i>by Shane and Shane</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>So here's to a new season...literally and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">figuratively</span>! </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.</i>-Psalm 51:10</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><i><br /></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-77986795689495740732010-04-17T14:58:00.001-07:002010-04-17T15:10:16.023-07:00And when...?It's hard to pick a favorite verse of the Bible. I think they should all be my favorite; after all, it's the Word of God...we should be inundated with it always.<div><br /></div><div>Still, there are those verses that resound in my head at the most opportune times and far be it for me to say it's anything but divine intervention. </div><div><br /></div><div>The verse that has been resounding in my head off and on for over a year is Psalm 46:10: <i>"Be still and know that I am God."</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, I know how to "be still"...and I know how to acknowledge that you "are God"...but putting them together is a challenge for me.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Be still and know that I am God</i>. So even when I had my life perfectly planned out in my head (with dates and everything-- I'm a planner), and those things didn't happen...you're still God. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Be still and know that I am God</i>. And when I feel like you're not there because I'm too busy to notice your presence, to acknowledge your creation, to feel your grace...you're still God. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Be still and know that I am God</i>. And when anxiety and fear creep into my heart because I don't know how I'm ever going to accomplish the things I want to accomplish or how I'll ever have time to do and see all the things that this vapor of a life has to offer...you're still God.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Be still and know that I am God</i>. And when I'm overwhelmed with the daily life that I live, that is smothered in your mercy and love, and I choose to feel bad for myself and console myself in anything other than stillness and reverence that you are God...you're still God.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you, Lord, for being a perfect, holy, and loving God who is God, even when I am not still enough to honor it. </div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-2522628587403958482010-01-16T11:28:00.000-08:002010-01-16T11:44:57.180-08:00Humble Before the Lord<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Sometimes fear in ministry can be a sign of your own insecurities."</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I never thought I'd be involved in ministry to any degree. I grew up in a big church and *everyone else* did the work. Being at a smaller church has been a continual blessing in my spiritual life and has been pertinent to my growth. I've realized that all Christians are called to ministry...not just the Pastor and the leaders. I am constantly reminded that change doesn't begin or end with the words I say or what I do. Sometimes I feel like I can talk and talk until my voice gives out and it won't change anything. And I'm right.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>"I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; </i></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>apart from me you can do nothing</i></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>."- John 15:5</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lord, keep my spirit humble and my lips proclaiming your goodness. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-14817100347951280592009-10-26T20:02:00.000-07:002009-10-26T20:14:54.754-07:00Overcoming ApathyFunny that the title I felt was appropriate has the word "apathy" in it and it's also my first blog posting in months. No coincidence there.<div><br /></div><div>I was reading Ann from A Holy Experience's blog posting about <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/10/falling-for-god-7-ways-to-do-crazy-love.html">Falling for God</a> and it really opened my eyes to how I've been the last few weeks. If you have a chance, read it. I recommend no distractions and a solid chunk of time before clicking that link. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jesus, forgive me for finding joy in anything but you. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you."-Psalm 63:3 (ESV)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-50534579954805231702009-08-11T10:04:00.000-07:002009-08-11T22:42:13.940-07:00One Year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJFOTG8m6-kTGNKFlTaxdyKOr-QUoRJvZhm7BO1wKvo28F2eyGNdRiJWY9f9DWfQE16_7jf_B4eBso7_jAqBCp3hyhGxNp6i2ZjSmucka7pLURMrwhVWlROCkcRt0j-h8trz32ZTPMdU/s1600-h/Main2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJFOTG8m6-kTGNKFlTaxdyKOr-QUoRJvZhm7BO1wKvo28F2eyGNdRiJWY9f9DWfQE16_7jf_B4eBso7_jAqBCp3hyhGxNp6i2ZjSmucka7pLURMrwhVWlROCkcRt0j-h8trz32ZTPMdU/s320/Main2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368947993348751298" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A year ago yesterday (August 10th), I started going to </span></span><a href="http://www.folfcrc.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fountain of Life.</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Upon the suggestion of a friend who could tell I wasn't happy with my current church (where I was raised and never intended on leaving), I went to FOLF and never looked back. It was an instant awareness that this was the right thing for me. As hard as it was to take a step in a direction opposite of what I had planned, it had to be done. It has seriously been the biggest blessing and such a sign of grace on my life. Why the Lord continues to rain down blessings on me, I will never understand. His love is unfathomable to me.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've honestly learned more in the last year (not only about the Bible, but about myself), than I did in the 22 previous years of my life. I believe in the leadership, I trust the teaching, and I love the congregation. One of my biggest desires was to be a youth group leader and I knew that would never happen before. Now, one year later, I have grown to love the FOLF youth group and can't wait to see it grow, grow, grow (physically and, most importantly, spiritually). </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So grateful and so blessed to be part of this group, the body of Christ!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"And</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">all the more as you see</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the Day drawing near."-Hebrews 10:24-25 (ESV)</span></span></span></span> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-26304218834410452002009-06-28T22:50:00.000-07:002009-06-28T23:02:54.691-07:00We're Baaaack!This past Monday, 32 of us (25 kids, 7 leaders) loaded up into vans and headed to Big Sur & the American River for the annual youth summer trip. For those who are wondering, we came back yesterday with all 32 people. Quite an accomplishment!<br /><br />In all seriousness, the week FLEW by and I'm bummed that we're not still there (although I do feel cleaner and less sunscreen-ish here in my house). My hope for the trip was to grow to understand and relate to the kids in the youth group more (particularly the girls) and after 15 hours in a car...it's hard to NOT know them better. :)<br /><br />I'm excited to continue working with them and to see them grow...not only in physical and emotional maturity, but in their love and desire for Christ.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lrja9wRS9255XAZF9MnBgZLKmdQ4P7OSIKP1UtnMUDgChb-01asLLDQ50OBfBiml9Rp7PO_oc5v-VL2Jtn4am3h6OHI370QFLzzvTlZiUQ6HP7-gO5OeUXmidfg7IZKXQA7_AZW132o/s1600-h/4964_513279064249_176800277_30611506_3557316_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lrja9wRS9255XAZF9MnBgZLKmdQ4P7OSIKP1UtnMUDgChb-01asLLDQ50OBfBiml9Rp7PO_oc5v-VL2Jtn4am3h6OHI370QFLzzvTlZiUQ6HP7-gO5OeUXmidfg7IZKXQA7_AZW132o/s320/4964_513279064249_176800277_30611506_3557316_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352624573695726402" border="0" /></a><br />Praise God for a safe, fun, and enjoyable trip!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can train the younger women to love...to be self-controlled and pure..." -Titus 2:3-5 (NIV)</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-13750924899680173472009-06-10T15:00:00.000-07:002009-06-10T16:10:45.324-07:00The Big 2-3 is Here!<div align="left"><u>#1: Fountain of Life Fellowship</u><br /><br />IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!! I'm 23...eeek! It's already been one of the best birthdays, by far. At midnight, I was walking out of a hilarious comedy show with Scotty (who is seriously a CHAMP for putting up with so many birthday festivities...yikes) and this entire day has been exciting from the beginning. Definitely can't complain about a thing. Ever.<br /><br />At the beginning of this walk down memory lane, I said they would be in no particular order. This one is the exception to that rule. This time last year, I was going to church because I knew I needed to but I was not spiritually fed as much as I was needing. To see the path that God took to get me to where I am now is incredible. I would've never guessed in 100 years that I'd leave the church I grew up in and take a leap of faith in this direction. I'm a huge fan of NEVER CHANGING ANYTHING EVER, so to uproot myself like this was definitely not in my plans. However, it ended up being the best thing that's happened. In August I began attending <a href="http://www.folfcrc.com/">FOLF</a> and the Lord has blessed me abundantly through the change. He has taught me that my plan is definitely not the way that's best...at least not ALL the time. ;) I feel so so so blessed everyday for the church, the members, the lovely ladies in my accountability group, the relationships made during Life Together Group, the God-fearing leadership, the opportunity to be a deacon, the truthful sermons, the youth, the young adult group, the women's ministry...pretty much EVERYTHING that it entails. Praise God for his guidance and his plan, despite our best efforts. :)<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiB7fhulqfvEhStzaPRVkzXhRuh2nAQ8sNA_8gcGqrTSv2majI2pV6sBaBm3Hc_H-idYjQedo7sUrPvDxjHX530kgt-rFRgEX1Az6mxjUqtDVIuZR_gMgFs448_RCF-fBFVWW9o7UVxA/s1600-h/mattscott.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345837688963531090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiB7fhulqfvEhStzaPRVkzXhRuh2nAQ8sNA_8gcGqrTSv2majI2pV6sBaBm3Hc_H-idYjQedo7sUrPvDxjHX530kgt-rFRgEX1Az6mxjUqtDVIuZR_gMgFs448_RCF-fBFVWW9o7UVxA/s320/mattscott.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Our Pastors, Matt and Scott, standing outside of </span><span style="font-size:85%;">our church in Fountain Valley, CA.</span></p><p>22 was definitely an amazing year and I look forward to what's in store for 23! </p><p>xoxoxoxo!!!<span style="font-size:85%;"></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-5656415943531183292009-06-09T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-10T15:46:30.528-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#2)<u>#22: My Job</u><br /><br />As I'm writing this ON my actual birthday (cheating because I am a blog-slacker), I can't help but be overwhelmingly thankful for my job and my co-workers. I'm currently sitting in a heavily-decorated office (it's like the color pink exploded everywhere and I love it). I'm so thankful to have a job in this tumultuous time and even more thankful for the amazing people that I work with. We have SO much fun, SO many laughs, and we are a great team. As much as it can be stressful and overwhelming, it's just as equally fun and enjoyable.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJaHrFVf_SwxQxGE7BaZNvHX0xRIvUAofgc34G2vC2smyrm2Kh5EoYKWMLs3I06KMGRE5AoBCB_pYQ2ecVBU7UvyzzhBMGNRfW_vZTm2RhWR2NlYQQoGQcdJzb9ncEUiXE7U9RZyIBKs/s1600-h/work.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJaHrFVf_SwxQxGE7BaZNvHX0xRIvUAofgc34G2vC2smyrm2Kh5EoYKWMLs3I06KMGRE5AoBCB_pYQ2ecVBU7UvyzzhBMGNRfW_vZTm2RhWR2NlYQQoGQcdJzb9ncEUiXE7U9RZyIBKs/s320/work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345833996916225778" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-31513734458047474062009-06-08T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-10T15:40:33.750-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#3)<div><u>#3: Bass Lake</u></div><br /><div>A huge highlight, by far! My family (everyone-aunts, uncles, cousins, everybody) and the Atkins fam packed up and went to Bass Lake this summer. It was amazing...beautiful...hot...relaxing...everything a vacation should be! </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTqkgTfOApJjl_sbHyBw3ytzJYsX1wXVsGJwJhZBN2Uv9raVgIR-KymKP_wEubMg9gpeqK6PyUdf5csTfsDE-jcQ0yw6YTY9mM-LcVAaQVkDWHJaDoV2X9mUY-dsovXPFQ78WVD1ohdrM/s1600-h/bass2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345831082611044930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTqkgTfOApJjl_sbHyBw3ytzJYsX1wXVsGJwJhZBN2Uv9raVgIR-KymKP_wEubMg9gpeqK6PyUdf5csTfsDE-jcQ0yw6YTY9mM-LcVAaQVkDWHJaDoV2X9mUY-dsovXPFQ78WVD1ohdrM/s320/bass2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAzQw6_Ux8LaIAVJIswuqu3dWpIi8dZpCn_tzZLdQJYceq02WLVSvOD6SXWPXdpfNtVUBaNLAu9FMIP8L_EJ6JrPSZeMj6g5CEwFDrzonfMxYm5TUn-Rge7AVMN7c81TC4QFIxiAv_y8/s1600-h/bass.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345831076369493762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAzQw6_Ux8LaIAVJIswuqu3dWpIi8dZpCn_tzZLdQJYceq02WLVSvOD6SXWPXdpfNtVUBaNLAu9FMIP8L_EJ6JrPSZeMj6g5CEwFDrzonfMxYm5TUn-Rge7AVMN7c81TC4QFIxiAv_y8/s320/bass.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-66047370978691865852009-06-07T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-10T15:30:29.932-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#4)<u>#4: Angel Games</u><br /><br /><br />This is a highlight of every year, but the Angels had a good season so it was especially fun!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4U19MBUWfnC2HmKemcPfDmgFzKm84e4CJfoEOjQ2DUXF2hANdm5UL2Gqn1mamDeJgm4QECfXhKw-axYlm3rDxmlqgxHke1lgTDqvQsAPABf0bE68zPazOhyhYZ7wONIUVBISpUqff29g/s1600-h/angels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345829701770121842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4U19MBUWfnC2HmKemcPfDmgFzKm84e4CJfoEOjQ2DUXF2hANdm5UL2Gqn1mamDeJgm4QECfXhKw-axYlm3rDxmlqgxHke1lgTDqvQsAPABf0bE68zPazOhyhYZ7wONIUVBISpUqff29g/s320/angels.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-38116949731144017812009-06-06T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-08T12:59:50.888-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#5)<u>#5: Wine Tasting</u><br /><br />I'd never been wine tasting before and I was stoked when Genesee made plans to go for a bunch of people's birthdays! It was so much fun and I highly recommend it if you've never been. A party bus is also a great idea. ;) We went to four different wineries and it was a blast! We all definitely recommend "Hot Lips" at Faulkner!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Z0qeXoOKdjJPuEqvIlgJlV2JnuMq2sr13Rh9zk1h227UkClz9KneA-fGckoLhfqVQIb28qYeo-OtrZ_TczD4QxNbeRB1wQ6qMgSVGfrlkUIMJ-GAZ_XLNjAe1WJoW6t5LtssUrgzSLA/s1600-h/wine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345048731239065362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Z0qeXoOKdjJPuEqvIlgJlV2JnuMq2sr13Rh9zk1h227UkClz9KneA-fGckoLhfqVQIb28qYeo-OtrZ_TczD4QxNbeRB1wQ6qMgSVGfrlkUIMJ-GAZ_XLNjAe1WJoW6t5LtssUrgzSLA/s320/wine.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-40650319795599883342009-06-05T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-28T22:49:43.166-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#6)<div><u>#6: Youth Group Leader</u></div><br /><div></div><div>In April, I started as a youth group leader at church. This has always been something I've wanted to do but never thought I'd have the opportunity for. It worked out perfectly and I'm so excited to get to know the girls (and boys) better. We are going camping on June 22nd, so if there are no posts after that, I probably didn't survive.<br /></div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBWmsl6a5JyJnZX3AfwmUQucetLSqxuOolzZqU6tQNZwoPFkEUBU7c19qRTWGEOQ7_cmq1GhUDY7cKf27XZ-iVthzZm2KnAc0u6L3tqTn4AjTKEFgm79izHIj77hWhyphenhyphend_BWe2Ak8lZACw/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345046313562895458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 241px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBWmsl6a5JyJnZX3AfwmUQucetLSqxuOolzZqU6tQNZwoPFkEUBU7c19qRTWGEOQ7_cmq1GhUDY7cKf27XZ-iVthzZm2KnAc0u6L3tqTn4AjTKEFgm79izHIj77hWhyphenhyphend_BWe2Ak8lZACw/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-34540737247133664422009-06-04T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-08T12:51:33.219-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#7)<u><div>#7: Some Not-So-Fun Stuff</div></u><br /><div>As fun as it is to reflect on the good times of the year, sometimes it's the trials that make the most impact.</div><br /><div>Everyone makes fun of me for taking the death of Angel's pitcher Nick Adenhart so seriously, but it really impacted me! I guess because it was so sudden and he was exactly my age. He had his whole future ahead of him and it was wiped out by someone who decided to drive drunk. I can't imagine being on top of the world and then being gone in an instant. It's such a reminder to take every day for what it is and to be joyful. We can be called home at any moment. Each day, each minute, each breath is a blessing.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajBm86ZtPcBbMAyjJw7PGXEAfVuZOfYY8RVNq80Bp6KR-CugwANvb1xONDUhWibuz0ZD_08lMq57sS4OoYvaQC6q1mCNiSZLq6qE6748isT2eD1vVZk-UZDMhashWuRAQ6MKSZTpENqc/s1600-h/nick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345044247895544274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajBm86ZtPcBbMAyjJw7PGXEAfVuZOfYY8RVNq80Bp6KR-CugwANvb1xONDUhWibuz0ZD_08lMq57sS4OoYvaQC6q1mCNiSZLq6qE6748isT2eD1vVZk-UZDMhashWuRAQ6MKSZTpENqc/s320/nick.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Another tough moment was hearing that my good friend, Roy Atkins, was diagnosed with a very rare blood disease. There is a light at the end of this tunnel as the disease has no spread to his marrow or his major organs, so he'll be undergoing chemo to kick this in the butt. Genesee and Roy are handling this hard situation with joy and hope in the Lord, which is always encouraging. Roy is one tough cookie and will pull through this! However, it's reminded me that we need to keep our faith and hope in Christ regardless of the circumstances. Roy's website is <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/royatkinsjr">www.caringbridge.org/visit/royatkinsjr</a> if you want to check out his status!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMgZ3R6DV_egov3PCX6b7FCcp8iqN_h-wNwYHH2qh7G0tRPqAn2lSFlM8vWS7f3-IDPghyCFXvWtHFw1Dwr1VAZSrTcci2mYWSoCY8aV9YSafw9IvirSAhUhfCqNEmeOmxhoLLECM48g/s1600-h/roy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345045065552318290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMgZ3R6DV_egov3PCX6b7FCcp8iqN_h-wNwYHH2qh7G0tRPqAn2lSFlM8vWS7f3-IDPghyCFXvWtHFw1Dwr1VAZSrTcci2mYWSoCY8aV9YSafw9IvirSAhUhfCqNEmeOmxhoLLECM48g/s320/roy.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-23681487275498422782009-06-03T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-08T12:38:12.220-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#8)<u>#8: Cara Coming Home!<br /></u><u></u><br />My really good friend Cara was in Tokyo for 7 months of my 22nd year! She was working at Tokyo Disneyland as Jasmine, Belle, and Pochahontas. I'd post pictures of her doing it, but she would literally murder me and it's way too close to my birthday to be murdered.<br /><br />Although we talked on iChat and all that fun stuff, it's not the same as having "car chats" (sitting outside of our houses in the car to vent) whenever necessary!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn08aRNaTuN6z9L9zrws8kyraUk5GDdrCE9SG09aTkb3C6d9ZefZMUz6FBTs5eWjVwQvTzcw1Q9DPKFsQ-xXh7kGMG1p-hNz_L2XVfuOnpagMJ5F-H393ZX-NffmHdgLET88tILSNZ5Fc/s1600-h/cara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345043112961473026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn08aRNaTuN6z9L9zrws8kyraUk5GDdrCE9SG09aTkb3C6d9ZefZMUz6FBTs5eWjVwQvTzcw1Q9DPKFsQ-xXh7kGMG1p-hNz_L2XVfuOnpagMJ5F-H393ZX-NffmHdgLET88tILSNZ5Fc/s320/cara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm so glad to have my friend back!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-53111300095470683382009-06-02T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-02T17:15:12.083-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#9)<div><u>#9: Holly the Highlander</u> </div><br /><div>I'm soooo excited about this one! My car was SUCH a blessing that I definitely was not expecting to get anytime soon. All the pieces totally fell into place and she's PERFECT!!! I'm such a lucky car-owner! :) </div><br /><div>"Holly" is a 2006, 7-passenger Toyota Highlander! I've had her for a month and am still so excited!!<br /></div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSU1zF3PCdnYalZsJBZ0IiN6BxNzskjD6RXQiCi0FikoDAzyrFpsNQMpaaduPcHUPzTPBDmu3NyA88PHitN74t8ujNFacZawmuWwgwwTQSjY2n3SIESoZaTxzratjQLAUMOMGeQvSiLV8/s1600-h/holly.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342888028001837714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSU1zF3PCdnYalZsJBZ0IiN6BxNzskjD6RXQiCi0FikoDAzyrFpsNQMpaaduPcHUPzTPBDmu3NyA88PHitN74t8ujNFacZawmuWwgwwTQSjY2n3SIESoZaTxzratjQLAUMOMGeQvSiLV8/s320/holly.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-89005351592764329262009-06-01T00:00:00.000-07:002009-05-31T23:11:00.066-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#10)<u>#10: Finding Out My Friend Was Pregnant</u><div><br /><div> </div><div>My dear friend from church had been wanting to have another baby for a long time--ever since I met her. She has an adorable son already and it's obvious that he's the light of her life. We were all praying for another miracle baby to come along and IT HAPPENED! A precious little baby boy is due in September and I'm soooooo excited! This is truly God's baby and I can't wait to meet him. It's no secret that I love babies...so this year also brought the blessed arrival of Katie Ford, Amaris Cabral, and Savannah Rustulka. I want to SQUEEZE all of their little faces. Babies are such a blessing!</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipoynYwZDRuNjAPdGbkmiG0jbLa-awLPEFM7YTWr9_ZE3Z8MxZlCG9CzeiJhsO762G1qhGiyYaaHGGVSNzu1k91jKA9YpdlVzSnGY48YNF74vLllsC6b9ynHIeOrvaLzc1bpF2UUlqi2A/s1600-h/aaaa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipoynYwZDRuNjAPdGbkmiG0jbLa-awLPEFM7YTWr9_ZE3Z8MxZlCG9CzeiJhsO762G1qhGiyYaaHGGVSNzu1k91jKA9YpdlVzSnGY48YNF74vLllsC6b9ynHIeOrvaLzc1bpF2UUlqi2A/s320/aaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342236478097427970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This may or may not* be a dramatic reenactment of actually finding out she was pregnant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(*It is.)</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-69880581544299982122009-05-31T00:00:00.000-07:002009-05-31T22:56:41.207-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#11)<u>#11: Wicked at the Pantages</u><div><br /><div> </div><div>For a Girl's Night Out, we decided to go see Wicked while it was still in L.A. Besides all of the homeless, drunk people and the extremely uncomfortable shoes (which ended up in some of us walking barefoot down Hollywood Blvd.--no big), it was SO MUCH FUN. We went to an awesome restaurant for dinner, the show was amazing, and the company was irreplaceable! :)</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPmGdECahqvUwhrdVZMhswaTwnXkhGtTXD6ykVmrIEXPZRsXuvI8xnmJDREpT-jlcVe_NAqCwGyRumVE75kpZ23As64UoK8Pwef2BGmmLigiXZUlv_po0Cql7NHPNGMK9cFQYsN84_KI/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPmGdECahqvUwhrdVZMhswaTwnXkhGtTXD6ykVmrIEXPZRsXuvI8xnmJDREpT-jlcVe_NAqCwGyRumVE75kpZ23As64UoK8Pwef2BGmmLigiXZUlv_po0Cql7NHPNGMK9cFQYsN84_KI/s320/wicked.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342233197041084786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjaJ5IxRKLceA_adVeY-TbwxpGMAYzFXiwT25nUMDPSjdsk60oAhn1jluq8usKTCOKqwGEOAdDtXilmJ_ChHWjJDiza3TxOvaCQBNSstkDm12Zbu7rgbg3Vv1ARNxvdJ9jAm3G4PZJiY/s1600-h/wick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjaJ5IxRKLceA_adVeY-TbwxpGMAYzFXiwT25nUMDPSjdsk60oAhn1jluq8usKTCOKqwGEOAdDtXilmJ_ChHWjJDiza3TxOvaCQBNSstkDm12Zbu7rgbg3Vv1ARNxvdJ9jAm3G4PZJiY/s320/wick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342233190765383842" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-2895654615771373532009-05-30T00:00:00.000-07:002009-05-31T22:50:05.977-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#12)<u>#12: Mexico Trip </u><div><br /></div><div>In December, I had the opportunity to go to Mexico with my church. We went with a group called <a href="http://www.spectrumministries.com/">Spectrum Ministries</a> (who are there every weekend) and we basically went into a little area, set up tents and a bathing system with stations, organized clothes, etc. The girls were in one tent and the boys were in another. Two girls in our group and I were in the hairstyling section. We'd give the girls a braid or a ponytail, along with the hair "doo-dad" of their choice. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Going on mission trips never ceases to amaze me because I always go thinking that I am going to BE blessing them, but in reality, I am infinitely more blessed BY them. The girls were so appreciative and joyful about what we were doing. It was so humbling to see how little they have and how easy it was to make them happy, when we are blessed with abundantly more than them and are constantly whining. It really showed me that true joy does come from something greater than the crap we surround ourselves with. I say "crap" because that's all it is. It's just junk that fills our rooms--stuff for next year's garage sale. The state of our hearts is so much more important than what the world places value on. I'm definitely excited to go back to Mexico; it's a lesson that can't be learned enough.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFJ3fZKJ9MyeGtORdB3PjDryj83OA5XH8PDrJ9-YH48pGnwMsT2MtaqL453JpC8H81GkbsqE06oiPV6GaB3QN6KDGt8yj-TJaH_WLGDRuSZibD8KUJDKBbh6KhcGwpsr0adVN5X1jSaA/s1600-h/mex.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFJ3fZKJ9MyeGtORdB3PjDryj83OA5XH8PDrJ9-YH48pGnwMsT2MtaqL453JpC8H81GkbsqE06oiPV6GaB3QN6KDGt8yj-TJaH_WLGDRuSZibD8KUJDKBbh6KhcGwpsr0adVN5X1jSaA/s320/mex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342231897319034610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My sister and Sara setting up the girls' tent. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-31615942954328424632009-05-29T00:00:00.000-07:002009-05-31T22:34:14.804-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#13)<u>#13: Meeting James Denton</u><div><br /><div> </div><div>When I tell people that I'm shy, they usually laugh in my face. However, I do have my moments and this was one of the only times in my 22nd year that I actually was speechless. James Denton (an actor primarily known for his role on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Desperate Housewives</span>- a show I no longer watch...ya, kinda trashy) is a co-owner of the OC Flyers baseball team. My friend's family has tickets and we'd go all the time. Well, James was there one day and I almost had a heart attack. I seriously was so star struck. When we went up to meet him, I almost died a little. So here's the picture of us with him. Ya, his arm is touching me in this picture. Don't hate.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9OVbxQyq1jOZdBWhpypsSRqVF5v2jpDfchv4UcDYj43G17mZuyCOOuzfwjMv-pDyYRKSuAQV1iu6jmevJsLELZeiBbkfuMkWPqE7bJJ20h11ycnkRlfgHwbiBZs_3CPWjOpppRp31fQ/s1600-h/IMG_4038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9OVbxQyq1jOZdBWhpypsSRqVF5v2jpDfchv4UcDYj43G17mZuyCOOuzfwjMv-pDyYRKSuAQV1iu6jmevJsLELZeiBbkfuMkWPqE7bJJ20h11ycnkRlfgHwbiBZs_3CPWjOpppRp31fQ/s320/IMG_4038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342227878625812290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5-32QF-jTHD6F65-kippW_COdvtn_Plt3fpCnzNyIIdYK9kTUfMghSj8mKvDQube-aWKhBjx-MXQQqijY5pt4vs_oN-jVSc1lmHBmApKpbV_Y63D_p3J7JNesJxIrC6Zndtjj9sLZt0/s1600-h/IMG_4039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5-32QF-jTHD6F65-kippW_COdvtn_Plt3fpCnzNyIIdYK9kTUfMghSj8mKvDQube-aWKhBjx-MXQQqijY5pt4vs_oN-jVSc1lmHBmApKpbV_Y63D_p3J7JNesJxIrC6Zndtjj9sLZt0/s320/IMG_4039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342227879554737554" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-25603557053270464512009-05-28T00:00:00.000-07:002009-05-29T12:13:52.477-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#14)<u>#14: Life Together Group</u><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_BG-buZR-AAWCqvf0DT0NU4Tp7woMfHhiovlHEdSAqcRgPe-PskZxdPkRorAbS9wCkG3qIe8gG_5gr-q5szAsReyEtgAh3lRxffvM7ywpo-0UubIBzLSk2gdCOGBUQUnKzdCLQsndfk/s1600-h/ltg.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323866354382354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_BG-buZR-AAWCqvf0DT0NU4Tp7woMfHhiovlHEdSAqcRgPe-PskZxdPkRorAbS9wCkG3qIe8gG_5gr-q5szAsReyEtgAh3lRxffvM7ywpo-0UubIBzLSk2gdCOGBUQUnKzdCLQsndfk/s320/ltg.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>I remember when the mention of Life Together Groups (LTGs) occurred in our Friday night bible study. I was not a fan, mostly because I didn't go to the church where the rest of the ladies went. Basically, LTGs were going to be taking over our Friday night study. Well, long story short, I ended up joining an LTG and it was such an amazing experience. Being a newbie at the church, I signed up for one that had the most names I didn't recognize so that I could get to know people better (not typical for me). We just wrapped up our "trimester" and I'm so sad to know that our groups are going to be switched up in the fall, but excited to see what the Lord has in store!<br /><br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-8220025432319478112009-05-27T00:00:00.000-07:002009-05-26T22:06:09.363-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#15)<div><u>#15: Seattle</u></div><div><br /></div><div>I had the AMAZING chance to go visit one of my good friends in Washington in early December. Washington is seriously the most beautiful state and I would move there in a second if I could. We took a day and went up to Seattle. It was sooo fun and I can't wait to go back!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErN4y-wndk7HFUcTJebwGTBVBxPTZK8beUkh9ABfGMziC4F8b5DgRantgvDg0RB9kziSIp2mGHNa8Pko1-CM1GguE-RxQt4SVl1drBG9R5Pg-5OF2R1qYKMrs5L63LqBtfNnfn0twn-Q/s1600-h/n176800277_30468151_3531.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErN4y-wndk7HFUcTJebwGTBVBxPTZK8beUkh9ABfGMziC4F8b5DgRantgvDg0RB9kziSIp2mGHNa8Pko1-CM1GguE-RxQt4SVl1drBG9R5Pg-5OF2R1qYKMrs5L63LqBtfNnfn0twn-Q/s320/n176800277_30468151_3531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364469016133922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love this picture of the Space Needle because it shows how gorgeous the sky was. It was the first weekend in December and no rain in sight! We got lucky. <br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqO76MkogaVM57W-I7coNmtouVM-yEs89SnzbN9A0G8fnW-Rh-ptvpUuyRkkq_DH8XxhepxyIij5GTRJdPa8u7nTwI9M1nzUyTqY8-_l9xadOvrU22fki7Icg5Zn-Vv7AWpgMGh407ys/s1600-h/n176800277_30468167_958.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqO76MkogaVM57W-I7coNmtouVM-yEs89SnzbN9A0G8fnW-Rh-ptvpUuyRkkq_DH8XxhepxyIij5GTRJdPa8u7nTwI9M1nzUyTqY8-_l9xadOvrU22fki7Icg5Zn-Vv7AWpgMGh407ys/s320/n176800277_30468167_958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364463476383266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">In front of the original Starbucks...so exciting! It's so tiny inside; there are NO tables or chairs and the line is always so long. There are also a ton of other coffee places (including other Starbucks) in that area, but of course this one is the most popular!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPBzBqCzeNjDhyphenhyphen6on2kkgKs5PGapUtR92OUYZm0fyv70MCERHwur3MyAHOntaxiDcn2CEL1GihpS_KmbqGFSEXx-m2G7jTYz4AtWn54-LgA0RM3Vti9CreYYeYjLEa52umWVf-85_Wjk/s1600-h/n176800277_30468169_8332.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPBzBqCzeNjDhyphenhyphen6on2kkgKs5PGapUtR92OUYZm0fyv70MCERHwur3MyAHOntaxiDcn2CEL1GihpS_KmbqGFSEXx-m2G7jTYz4AtWn54-LgA0RM3Vti9CreYYeYjLEa52umWVf-85_Wjk/s320/n176800277_30468169_8332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364462633582962" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div><u></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323845152020188441.post-82035666965164649922009-05-26T00:00:00.000-07:002009-05-26T00:00:01.006-07:0022 Memories of Being 22- (#16)<u>#16: DeepQuestions.net</u><div><u></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div> </div><div>R.I.P</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOtRx4Mu-tS4quJH1j3mKUZRDWoOZk8VjHdbdM7S7CChLFawQSaaDREMIM1zgsa_1EirXclV7UNCmqGm1VKWo1bHNL1Y1pMUUrL6nmpsZc_f6kBEHJYMb-TybUyqhfciCLdyCEFlPexk/s1600-h/SheepLogowht.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOtRx4Mu-tS4quJH1j3mKUZRDWoOZk8VjHdbdM7S7CChLFawQSaaDREMIM1zgsa_1EirXclV7UNCmqGm1VKWo1bHNL1Y1pMUUrL6nmpsZc_f6kBEHJYMb-TybUyqhfciCLdyCEFlPexk/s320/SheepLogowht.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340018125225469314" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0