tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83706959152395438962024-03-19T03:50:30.123-07:00wonders among youNataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-87226571404658730662013-05-23T20:48:00.001-07:002013-05-23T20:50:05.924-07:00turn, turn, turn.lucky for me, florida decided to postpone the summer season for an extra few weeks this year; it was uncommonly 'cold' during the beginning of may.<br />
i kept my window open all night and slept like a little angel baby within the arms of a cold, cozy cloud of down comforter.<br />
also, that's not an invitation to break into my house during the colder weather months so don't even ask, you creepers.<br />
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this afternoon a friend and i spoke about seasons. not the weather, but the personal, lengthy or short, glorious or depressing, easy or hard, and everywhere in between, seasons of this roller coaster of life.<br />
as cliche as it sounds-hard times are worth it.<br />
we do the most growing. we learn the most about ourselves. we learn what we need, or better yet WHO we need to get us through.<br />
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"you aren't sufficient enough without Me. your sufficiency comes from Me because I AM sufficient and you are made in My likeness"<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span></div>
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and we learn wisdom. we learn how to take it. the harsh, painful blows of ourselves or others. we learn that we are no longer under the bondage and what we may believe are 'forever feelings' are simply seasonal. we learn to denounce, to not take ownership of <i>anything</i> that may has potential power over us. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="chapter-1"><span class="text Eccl-8-1" id="en-NIV-17460">Who is like the wise?</span></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Eccl-8-1">Who knows the explanation of things?</span></span><span class="text Eccl-8-1"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text Eccl-8-1">A person’s wisdom brightens their face</span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Eccl-8-1">and changes its hard appearance.</span></span><i>*</i></span></div>
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Eccl-8-1">we get to understand the seasons. the cold when it's supposed to be hot. the downs when we feel like we should be happy.</span></span><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Eccl-8-1"> and that wisdom changes us because we come to <b>have hope and comfort</b> in the promise that</span></span><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Eccl-8-1"> there is a time for everything. and that He has made everything beautiful in its own time.</span></span><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">the Byrds got it. and sang Solomon's words to a little jiggy tune.</span><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></i></div>
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Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-37635840758825167772013-05-21T19:31:00.004-07:002013-05-21T19:41:01.342-07:00..and now I'm back...from outer-space.<br />
and to spare you from any more aretha franklin <span style="font-size: xx-small;">- moment of silence -</span> nods, lets just say that i'm feeling a comeback for this thang. the <a href="http://wondersamongyou.blogspot.com/2011/08/hiatus-and-repurpose.html">hiatus and repurpose</a> took longer than i thought it would, about two years longer. but i think i'm okay with that.<br />
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this blog was always there. floating in cyber space like 'hey. i'm here when it's right. whatever man '<br />
don't know- i picture this site as a 60 year old hippy with long hair and a tie-dye shirt.<br />
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i think its right now. and i'll take you up on your offer my laid-back friend.</div>
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the next few months there will be a lot of transition. new state. new internship. new people. completely new life really. i want to use this blog to reflect on these things with a spiritual mindset. to show you the works and the surprises my great God has (and will) show me.<br />
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<br />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-69358184999702282802011-08-31T15:30:00.000-07:002011-08-31T15:30:36.794-07:00hiatus and repurpose.forgive me. i haven't been blogging much lately-mainly because i've been SUPER busy, but also, this became more of a burden than a fun thing. i will explain...<br />
i found myself not wanting to do this blog-not because of anything in particular-but because it lacked purpose.<br />
<i>why</i>. <i>what</i> is the purpose for this blog? <i>what is the purpose</i>?<br />
i couldn't really put my finger on it. i did want to entertain people, and perhaps follow the whole blog scene just for fun.<br />
whatever, we're all followers, i aint scurrred to admit it.<br />
but intermittent spiritual blogs amongst unimportant rambling blogs were just dumb. especially when you're burdening yourself to 'blog' when you haven't in a while.<br />
so, i'm repurposeing this blog to be what i intended it to be.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>wonders among you</b>.</div>the name comes from a verse being: josh 3:5 - Then Joshua said to the people, "consecrate yourselves, for tomorrow the Lord will do wonders among you." <span style="font-size: large;"></span>and habakkuk 1:5 "look! <b>wonder</b>! be amazed! for I AM doing something in your days, you would not believe even if you were told."<br />
those verses are about one thing only. God. <br />
so that's what it's going back to. i will not blog when i don't want to, and when i do, my prayer is to make it glorifying to God and not to man. not to me.<br />
"whatever you eat drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." <br />
you can keep following, you can stop reading, but i also pray that this blog finds you a blessing and/or gets you praising God, and not a purposeless read about the perhaps, fun and interesting, yet ultimately meaningless life happenings of a girl.<br />
i don't want to become a girl <i>with</i> Christ. i want to be <i>Christ's girl</i>.<br />
ultimately to be used by God. period. HE needs to be on display and HE needs to be proclaimed. aimless thoughts aren't purposeful. in whatever word or deed, i want God to use it to bring Him glory and tell of His son. <br />
that is all.<br />
here we go.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-84070967049819905452011-08-02T19:21:00.000-07:002011-08-02T19:24:41.863-07:00jairus-the cutest kid in the entire universewhy is it that the kids that are related to you are the cutest kids you have ever seen?<br />
i remember when Jairus, my nephew was born. hands down, he was a beautiful baby, and if you know me, you would know that i think that newborns are generally weird looking. all smashed up and wrinkly like they just smelled the worst smell in their entire life. like benjamin button. eeeghh.<br />
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i'm a hoarder.<br />
not really. but i do clean my room out every episode i watch of it.<br />
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but, look at this kid.<br />
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</div>he's adorable. rumbly tumbly even.<br />
and he loves me like no one else. its true.<br />
he pees on me more than anyone so i know its true.<br />
here's <a href="http://3cordsknit.wordpress.com/2011/08/02/the-longest-post-ever-10-12-weeks/">my sister's update about him.</a><br />
he weighs almost 15 pounds and turns 3 months on saturday-that's right. we grow them big around here! <br />
have a great week!<br />
by the way we are DONE with the exhibit!!! (well almost....) but expect a blog about that by friday wooo hoo!<br />
be blessed<br />
natNataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-76433897062313197312011-07-31T18:51:00.000-07:002011-07-31T18:51:47.760-07:00exhibiti am working on an exhibit for the museology class i am taking at school. it is soooo much fun! it caters to my dorky historical side as well as my DIY side. we have to be thrifty and crafty and resourceful.<br />
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here are some pictures of the exhibit about a week ago. <br />
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just think, these walls were completely WHITE! and our class made them into an exhibit (soon to be finished!)<br />
I will update you when it is all done and beautiful! SO excited! visit Arcadia Mill!Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-16090980345236467622011-07-31T14:38:00.001-07:002011-07-31T14:38:37.249-07:00the girl and the magic piano.A blonde headed 6-year-old is wearing braided pig-tails, a blue, flowered, nightgown-type dress, and no shoes while she gazes intently and in awe at the piano playing itself in the coffee shop (one of those ones run by a CD, but the keys move still). Not knowing any of the words, she begins to dance joyfully as if no one else is in the room. With a huge smile on her face, twirling about and making her dress flow, she suddenly finds her self in the way of the wind being produced by the oversized fan in the corner of the store. She stops abruptly in front of it, slows her motion, closes her eyes, and smiles sweetly. She is feeling the wind catching and petting her face for the next 7 seconds. There is no sin, no sadness no regrets, no attitude at all in her smile. Simply taking in the feeling of the wind. She catches me watching her out of the corner of her eye, smiles and waves, then goes back to dancing around like a little fairy to the music of the piano. I think "hey i need to write this down" and begin to relate the story that just unfolded before me to how Heaven might be one day. Will we dance before the Lord like David did? I sure hope so. There will be no sadness, no sin, no burden, no caring about how other people look or stare, just white-as-snow purity and joy as we spend time in the presence of our Creator God. Will I be in awe as i stand transfixed upon my God? Will i just be overjoyed to the point of uncontrollable twirling? Or will I simply, stop, shut my eyes, and feel the presence of God radiate throughout me? And enjoy it all. <br />
After her mom picks her up to take a closer look at the keys of the "magic" instrument, she reaches out and touches it softly. Still in confusion over its magnificence she discreetly asks, "how does it do that?" A piano that plays itself is ludicrous in the mind of a child. She's not thinking of the mechanics behind it, or the fact that it runs on CD's. She is in complete awe and takes it for what it is. Something beyond her understanding. <br />
Child-like faith. In heaven we won't have to have faith. Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. But we WILL SEE HIM!!! We'll be done with waiting on the Lord's timing in tough circumstances, believing when others, or mainly ourselves, tell us we can't. No longer will we have to ask, "how does HE do that?" or more prevalent, "WHAT is He doing?" or "why?"<br />
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The girl in the blue dress is gone from the coffee shop now, taking nothing with her except a memory of pure, undefiled enjoyment dancing in the presence of the piano that magically plays itself. Although I deeply considered the blessing she was to me tonight there is a characteristic about this happening that does not match up with our, meaning all Christ-followers, eventual conclusion. Leaving this shop, she will grow up, learn the mechanics behind the magic piano, and lose her faith in its ability to play by itself. What a blessing it is to know that once we enter into the Heavenly presence of our Father we will ETERNALLY dance, ETERNALLY wonder, ETERNALLY stare in AWE and the GLORY of the Almighty God, and be ETERNALLY joyful! All there is left to say is, "come quickly Lord Jesus" and give us Your eternity.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-7940166723183965742011-07-17T14:43:00.000-07:002011-07-17T14:43:57.441-07:00home office.my home office needed some little love<br />
and what i mean by my home office, i mean this.<br />
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my printer nook and important papers basket, and a trashcan. don't judge me, i'm a college kid.<br />
you see, i had this awesomely precious chair from my grandmothers that was falling apart, and since it held my printer, it needed a little bit of a fixing.<br />
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luckily my sister opened me up to the possibility of weaving a new chair seat, made of fabric.<br />
and it turned out GREAT!<br />
i made this the other night while watching jane eyre.<br />
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1. that is the weirdest movie i have ever seen.<br />
2. that was a fun project, i'd totally do it again.<br />
3. it was FREE!<br />
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which is the best thing about all of it. My roomate didn't want her queen sized aqua/bluish sheets, and i didn't want to spend any money on this project.<br />
sure it got a little bit messy, and it really did take longer than i thought it would.<br />
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but in the end, it fits right in with my room.<br />
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simple and cute.<br />
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home office do-over.<br />
well maybe home office chair do-over.<br />
and it's sturdy! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">step one: cut sheet or other fabric into LONG pieces.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">step two: tie around tightly over and over again one way. scrunch together and put knots on the bottom side.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">step three: beginning from the back, weave in and out perpendicular to the other pieces of fabric.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">step four: put those knots on the bottom as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">step five: cut off remainder, making sure not to cut too short. add for a little of future stretching.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">step six: be awesome.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">step seven: give your self a pat on the back. you just weaved a chair seat! cool huh?</div>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-26095116149982361642011-07-10T11:46:00.000-07:002011-07-10T11:46:46.242-07:00a crash of faithfulness.last summer i asked one of my christian friends how their summer went. he sighed one of those fulfilled, just-ate-thanksgiving-dinner, 'life is really good' sighs and told me, "ya know, this summer God just really prepared me for this year back at school. I mean there are so many people on this campus who need Jesus!" <br />
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3 immediate thoughts:<br />
1. dang, homeboy! get it! i was only looking for a "great! great! how was yours?" but you just exceeded my expectations!<br />
2. will you marry me?<br />
3. you, know what, Amen brother.<br />
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anyways, it got me thinking about making <i>this</i> summer meaningful. <b>purposeful</b> and focused.<br />
then it arrived, the thought that i had never really entertained the idea of faithfulness. yes, i love Jesus, believe in Him, etc. but does all my worrying/anxiety really illustrate turning directly to Him once disaster/trials strike?<br />
so i asked God to make this summer an <a href="http://wondersamongyou.blogspot.com/2011/05/but-i-dont-wanna.html">"undistracted devotion to the Lord"</a> summer.<br />
just us two. just me and Him.<br />
and that He would show me what faithfulness really means.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">be careful what you wish for.</div><div style="text-align: left;">now i'm not complaining, but dang, i have learned more about what it means to be faithful, to trust in the Lord, than i think i have in a long time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">for example, last week this happened:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_uzPUhzOpAbM5Brx3t1etCff4IDTnobi9VkPCbgabW3wl8P1A7fNpTQWP-ebsZAcnhYRSoqi_O5Q9S56dCtHIa9y4WJlAi3TspuX3KO_C_V_OU8a-tML-vGTFEatfs-h7kO7AjiNfF5cb/s1600/image_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_uzPUhzOpAbM5Brx3t1etCff4IDTnobi9VkPCbgabW3wl8P1A7fNpTQWP-ebsZAcnhYRSoqi_O5Q9S56dCtHIa9y4WJlAi3TspuX3KO_C_V_OU8a-tML-vGTFEatfs-h7kO7AjiNfF5cb/s640/image_1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">yes, i'm fine, i was a little shook up, but about an hour after the whole thing went down i remembered my immediate reaction after that blue honda took a turn and t-boned me out of nowhere.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Jesus, please help me. help this situation."</div><div style="text-align: left;">i prayed like it was second nature. and that's a huge thing for someone who is <a href="http://www.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=8370695915239543896&searchType=ALL&page=0">awesome at legalism. </a>God has truly answered my prayer of cultivating faithfulness to the point of producing in me a fruit that He promised <i><b>He</b></i> would. Gal 5:22-23 has never been so real: "for the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">so for now, i am car shopping, with money from the insurance agency-holla! stay tuned for a little bit of blessing- mazda style!</div><div style="text-align: left;">love you all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-19731190771818903882011-06-21T11:36:00.000-07:002011-06-21T11:36:18.537-07:00twelve little indians.so i've been praying for a running partner. someone who will get me out of the house and off the couch and into some intense running. i wanted someone who would keep <i>me</i> accountable, instead of keeping <i>them</i> accountable.<br />
it may sound a little selfish to you, but i guess what i meant to say is that i wanted someone who would be excited to run, like i am <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(cough* sometimes), <span style="font-size: small;">and someone who could do judo-chop moves if i ever get abducted by a creepy woman-runner killer. in other words, i don't want to run by myself. </span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">its boring and dangerous.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">so i prayed for it for a couple of months. the prayer made its way into my prayer journal, and though it may seem trivial, i thought i could bring it to God anyways. </div><div style="text-align: left;">lo, and behold, about a month ago i got a consistent running partner. </div><div style="text-align: left;">and not only did i get <i>a</i> consistent running partner, but i got about <b><i>twelve</i></b> or so--no joke, God directed me to a large group of intermediate runners, who go about 20 miles or so a week. some skip, some sleep, some are busy, but the running always goes on, and at least 5 will show on a regular basis.</div><div style="text-align: left;">and they're all awesome, encouraging, challenging in a good way, and women of God.</div><div style="text-align: left;">except a couple of the husbands, they're not women, but they are of God and one of them <i>does</i> wear awfully short shorts during the long runs.</div><div style="text-align: left;">the hilarity of it never gets old. </div><div style="text-align: left;">but the whole realization that not only my prayer got answered, but it got answered x12 is really amazing if you think about it. it puts more life to the verse ephesians 3: "now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond what we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-35457544458294014432011-06-16T12:45:00.000-07:002011-06-16T12:45:22.873-07:00pruning failure.i pruned the pumpkin too much. and it died. its now orange and about the size of a toddler's head. and the plant is dead.<br />
i pruned it too much.<br />
i killed Pumpkin.<br />
and the dreams of having the world's biggest pumpkin ready to be carved for halloween are crushed by the harsh reality of a mournful summer.<br />
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okay maybe its not <i>that</i> dramatic.<br />
but it got me thinking about God's mercy.<br />
God is called the master Gardener, Pruner, Vinedresser. In John 15 Jesus says, "<span class="woj">I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser.</span> <span class="woj">Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every <i>branch</i> that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit."</span><br />
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<span class="woj">"sweet" thought i. "i can prune this pumpkin a little and it will grow <i>more pumpkins!!!!"</i></span><br />
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<span class="woj"><i>Picture this: </i></span><br />
<span class="woj">picture me walking, all slow-motion, intense like--towards this pumpkin vine in the back yard, scissors in my right hand, the other hand clenched in a tight make-your-knuckles-white fist, i've prunin' on my mind, adrenaline in my blood, and soil on my cheek.</span><br />
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<span class="woj">again, probably not <i>as</i> dramatic. </span><br />
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<span class="woj">but, then i proceeded to cut off all of the dead or soon to be dead leaves. "there you go little pumpkin, now show me what you got!"</span><span class="woj"> </span><br />
<span class="woj">a week later. the whole thing was dead and the one green plump young pumpkin was turning a bright orange.</span><br />
<span class="woj">the idea is that if you cut off the dead leaves, the energy that is going to them will go to the live parts of the plant, thus producing more fruit. </span><br />
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<span class="woj">where did i falter? cutting off the <i>almost dead</i> leaves. I didn't give those enough time to provide photosynthesis for the plant. they were working like they needed to. they just didn't look new and fresh as <i>as thought they should</i>.</span><br />
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<span class="woj">through all of this, i've found that in the world of plants, i am not good at playing God. </span><br />
<span class="woj">i clearly don't know how to prune just enough to where it benefits the plant. to get rid of all that is bad and leave that which profits a plant, even if i consider it ugly. </span><br />
<span class="woj">God never prune us too much. He just gets rid of the things that cause death, or take away the energy from that which produces fruit. He is mercyful to allow us to experience those leaves which are ugly, but still beneficial in our lives. once they are unneeded, He gets rid of them.</span><br />
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<span class="woj">sorry Pumpkin. maybe we'll plant your seeds next summer and you can produce a whole bushel of pumpkins for yourself!</span><br />
<span class="woj">and i promise, i won't come anywhere near you with scissors. </span><br />
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</span>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-13171861547726772582011-06-11T14:09:00.000-07:002011-06-11T14:09:09.977-07:00ochiltree.<div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">is the name of this newlywed. </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFyhWY__8vxkaFF1JbOh4-jSQaZHJPFx5z4RjSJuOeTMylVt9rQSqmNiBaxHfHOuXCEul0hVHiAthS7rlSGU-357u52mZWcBwMMbcnbEHuf46Gm4Zlui21a1aWFaJNOCNbsyK6RQdWdU22/s1600/DSC07415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFyhWY__8vxkaFF1JbOh4-jSQaZHJPFx5z4RjSJuOeTMylVt9rQSqmNiBaxHfHOuXCEul0hVHiAthS7rlSGU-357u52mZWcBwMMbcnbEHuf46Gm4Zlui21a1aWFaJNOCNbsyK6RQdWdU22/s640/DSC07415.JPG" width="640" /> </a></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">what in the hee-haw is an ochiltree?</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">so glad you asked. </span></i></div><ul style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><li style="list-style: none outside none;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Ochiltree, spelt Uchletree in the Middle Ages, is a village in East Ayrshire, Scotland near Auchinleck and Cumnock. It is one of the oldest villages in East Ayrshire with archaeological remains indicating Stone Age and Bronze Age settlers.</span></i></li>
</ul><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">thanks wikipedia. you never disappoint. </span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">ok so i may not ever actually refer to the newly weds as an old village in East Ayrshire, but i most certainly will call them the ochiltrees.</span></cite></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">they're precious. and this is their wedding.</span></cite></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">i love pensacola weddings. not because they are always thebomb.com, but because its always a reunion when they happen.</span></cite></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">everybody in pensacola knows everybody else. and this wedding was a coming together of not only two lovely people, but the coming together of a large group of friends who love each other dearly.</span></cite></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Ghc-EUV6dprgFUdc0szF653DR_jTqemif95kXqA0p4_F_1GcSWi1RncZBcEmGi7zPUtaELmg9yBZAPhJyS3cypbvZcj5iEbtMGdwjyphF1cw2HkYz6ujvnKK4EChRTo11hh7KmP_i7vs/s1600/DSC07427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Ghc-EUV6dprgFUdc0szF653DR_jTqemif95kXqA0p4_F_1GcSWi1RncZBcEmGi7zPUtaELmg9yBZAPhJyS3cypbvZcj5iEbtMGdwjyphF1cw2HkYz6ujvnKK4EChRTo11hh7KmP_i7vs/s640/DSC07427.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">how presh.</span></cite></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">this wedding was a blast. when the final vows were done and the pastor said, "tony, you may now kiss the bride" the groom practically jumped out of his shoes and planted a big one on her.</span></cite></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">then they raced out of there like two banchees.</span></cite></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">they didn't even stop for a formal "announcement of the couple."</span></cite></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><cite><span class="bc">a little too excited to get to the honeymoon suite, hey ochiltrees?</span></cite></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> i mean who would make a funny face like that at a wedding?</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYK87WRkGvr8ZjWbY8pIufzOapnliSzxeA6Lm_i0szNTyW1DV5aXcStJ4rWgGIfWsYx8zZltq1zk29vZKjKsebt0X8aSpAvqZSQczPYDHrzS1vep9dp0eRss9Ky8OK7p6u46gssTPS6pjB/s1600/DSC07438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYK87WRkGvr8ZjWbY8pIufzOapnliSzxeA6Lm_i0szNTyW1DV5aXcStJ4rWgGIfWsYx8zZltq1zk29vZKjKsebt0X8aSpAvqZSQczPYDHrzS1vep9dp0eRss9Ky8OK7p6u46gssTPS6pjB/s640/DSC07438.JPG" width="640" /> </a></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">oh yeah. i totally would. </span></i></div><div style="color: black; 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</span></i></div>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-57518222950454041762011-06-09T10:40:00.000-07:002011-06-09T10:40:39.229-07:00steps to be a horrible blogger!Ten ways to stop people from looking at your blog<br />
1. get really busy<br />
2. neglect the blog<br />
3. get even busier<br />
4. stop taking pictures<br />
5. take naps instead of being productive<br />
6. get a job<br />
7. watch too much alias<br />
8. forget the blog<br />
9. busy-as-a-bee.<br />
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sorry i have not posted. its been a CRAZY summer! i promise with a boy scout promise i will blog more! i have weddings to show you!<br />
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Love you ALL!Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-91627080023752148142011-05-31T13:52:00.000-07:002011-05-31T13:52:47.151-07:00unconditional.i have been challenged <b>for real</b> lately: do i truly believe in unconditional love?<br />
i mean we all want to say that we would love someone, whether it be a friend, mate, or family member, unconditionally. <i>without ANY conditions. in every situation. in every single hurt and state of sorrow. if they hurt you in a way that is seemingly inexcusable.</i><br />
what are your conditions?<br />
for me, i feel like it is a lot easier to accept another person unconditionally, excuse the behavior of someone i love, than myself. they can hurt me, but i can't fail myself. when i see sin in my life i haven't noticed before, to me its inexcusable, and i'm really good at beating myself up over it.<br />
others can be faulty. but not me, i have to be perfect.<br />
otherwise i guess the world will end.<br />
i am way too hard on myself. and i'm not preaching a love thy-self before God message, but i seriously have issues accepting <i>that</i> i sin, and <i>that i </i>have faults. with loving who i am, where i am. <br />
does God even really love me like that? He loves the sinner, unconditionally but hates the sin. its hard for me to believe this and sometimes the lies of satan are way too loud. it's putting a double standard on myself--others are allowed to fail, but i can not.<br />
in my sinful heart of hearts, i believe i <i>excel</i> at legalism. i mean i can win an award at "doing" things for God. i can be more spiritual, volunteer, encourage people, better than the best. i really excel at looking like i have it altogether.<br />
someone once told me legalism in religion is a lot like tying a ball and chain to your leg that's already been cut by the Grace and Mercy of God.<br />
<i>let go of the freaken ball and chain already natalie.</i><br />
all of those works don't matter anyways. all of that "i have it altogether" guess what, it doesn't exist, and it means nothing to God, in fact it's bloody rags to Him.<br />
<b>dirty bloody rags.</b><br />
and that's the crux of it. getting in college and realizing that i have "issues," that the dream of perfection i 'seemed' to have attained by being the 'perfect' one in highschool is a bunch of baloney.<br />
and yet for all of that, God loves me still.<br />
i don't know how, but He does. <br />
The most quoted verse in the Bible at weddings:<br />
Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, etc......<i> </i><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>love keeps NO record of wrongs.</i></div>so then why in the world do <i>i </i>keep a record of wrongs about myself yet, i can excuse others quite easily?<br />
<i>why can't <b>i</b> accept the GRACE that the Lord has lavished on <b>me</b>? and why can't i extend His grace to myself?</i><br />
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and looky there, i'm beating up on myself for not accepting the grace of God.<br />
you see, it's a vicious, tricky cycle.<br />
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God never said it wouldn't be hard, but He did say it would be worth it. <br />
and if by going through this challenge i find a greater understanding of Grace and unconditional love, then i know this spiritual challenge will be completely worth it.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-40094377511389254502011-05-30T13:28:00.000-07:002011-05-30T13:28:36.782-07:00go-to movedo you have a <a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2011/04/bag-of-tricks.html">bag-of-tricks?</a> something to lift your spirits, when you feel blue, green, or whatever color other than the the sunshiney, giddy, yellow that we so much desire to be in every moment of every day. <br />
when i struggle with 'not-enough' syndrome, i go to ephesians 1. its my spiritual go-to move, or my bag of tricks.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>something to remind me when i'm tempted to believe the lies of Satan and of myself, and forget who God thinks i am. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;">i'm not going to quote the entire chapter, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians+1&version=NIV">but you can read it here.</a> instead i'm going to show you what God thinks of His children. not <i>everything</i> He thinks of them, but 11 verses i have held on to when i've had the not-good-enoughs.</div><div style="text-align: left;">ok.</div><div style="text-align: left;">here we go.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ephesians 1:3-14 tells me that in Christ I am-- <span style="font-size: large;">blessed, complete, chosen, holy, blameless, loved, predestined to Himself, adopted, daughter, treated kindly, given grace, redeemed, forgiven, grace-lavished, an inheritor, given a gift, in Him, sealed and secure with Him, God's own possession.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">all of that, and that's only 11 verses in the entire Bible. </div><div style="text-align: left;">take that you plague of self-worth. my bag of tricks, my go-to move trumps any and all the blues you can hand me. </div>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-7174919409183386022011-05-27T08:22:00.000-07:002011-05-27T08:22:39.082-07:00these boots.are made for walking.<br />
i feel like a grown-up. and its freaking me out.<br />
let me catch you up on the past couple of weeks.<br />
i have begun training for a half marathon. i get up at 4:45 in the morning. i run from 3-6 miles four times a week. the goal is a savannah marathon in november. so far its been really great. i've been training with wonderful, Godly women who are encouraging and fun to be around. its the earliest i have gotten up in a while, but you know, i need to do it. and its kind of fun in a weird disciplinary kind of way.<br />
sometimes i do have to ask myself "what would a marine do during this last mile? keep going!!!! I AM A MARINE!"<br />
no, i'm not kidding. today i used my ipod, which was convenient and hilarious when i realized the 'workout jamz' playlist on stanley. stanley's my ipod, again not kidding. beyonce's 'all the single ladies' is fun to run to, but a little distracting when i began the choreography on mile three.<br />
note to self.<br />
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another reason why i'm lookin all growd up is that i applied for an internship.<br />
and got it. and its for an economic development team. i go to business meetings, i create mission statements, maps, and research aspects of the team. i have business clothes. i have slacks, and high heels.<br />
i have shaken i don't know how many hands. i have my own work laptop.<br />
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it creeps me out too.<br />
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but i have learned one really cool thing through all of this.<br />
i am extremely competent. like, holy moley, i can do this.....what?...<br />
our verse from a middle school bible study i help lead is 2 cor. 2:5<br />
<i>"not that we are sufficient in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves <b>but our sufficiency comes from God."</b></i><br />
that competency i was talking about, all God.<br />
<i><b></b></i>i was laying in bed the other night, just thinking how well i have adapted in a position that i am <b>completely unexperienced </b>at.<br />
and the reason is that God is my sufficiency. He has literally prepared me to be comfortably adapted to a real world job.<br />
i have and will make mistakes, but all in all, i don't feel overwhelmed. i actually enjoy in an adult sort of way the gettin up at 4:30, running miles, then showering, getting ready for work, collecting a paycheck, and being respected by men and women who are much more experienced, mature, and knowledgable than me. my boots are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do.<br />
all credit goes to God, for i know that none of my adaptation to this working' girl's life would have been possible even two years ago.<br />
thanks for bringing me to this place Lord. all the glory and my sufficiency goes to You.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-37293174175674905252011-05-18T19:41:00.000-07:002011-05-18T19:47:00.711-07:00giving away my sister.happy one year anniversary to the bestest sister i've ever had. and the bestest brother-in-law in the entire world.<br />
i had the thought today, babysitting jairus and hanging out with my sister....<i>i'll never just have my sister again. never going to be just the two of us.</i><br />
yeah, you're probably thinking, "duh, dummy, you didn't figure that out when she got engaged?"<br />
yeah i did....and don't call me dummy....it just hasn't hit me until now.<br />
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november 2009 i took these.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7S2GFiF5vum-jQ_iJ37pEglsHTeuKRec1gQS6OzwsrLQztS3IW4WwY2hiJunVtCA66l16X0HH9RDKt2kQ6VIgUOLzfOtlxbJk5N7SVdviEK1NZed-DXxaS5QvY6U6q0rhKd6oxZ2ZPdbl/s1600/IMG_0850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7S2GFiF5vum-jQ_iJ37pEglsHTeuKRec1gQS6OzwsrLQztS3IW4WwY2hiJunVtCA66l16X0HH9RDKt2kQ6VIgUOLzfOtlxbJk5N7SVdviEK1NZed-DXxaS5QvY6U6q0rhKd6oxZ2ZPdbl/s640/IMG_0850.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they met at college. he from new york, she from florida. God crossed their paths and gave His <i>"okay"</i> nod to that friendship. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_ZzwOgSAi3x_1k_ML46zl3QLtjHaIowUvA_qq9R92_xmWhQZ9IoGF5ypmYmPfgE4bLFTDwUsV4r271ujFv8McOTx0wYsaoMN_tVe_bmMEwq51DJEUgGVzx5UghDCdAIvvMngbKVguVnO/s1600/IMG_0712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_ZzwOgSAi3x_1k_ML46zl3QLtjHaIowUvA_qq9R92_xmWhQZ9IoGF5ypmYmPfgE4bLFTDwUsV4r271ujFv8McOTx0wYsaoMN_tVe_bmMEwq51DJEUgGVzx5UghDCdAIvvMngbKVguVnO/s640/IMG_0712.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my sister has always been a blessing to me, but not only me, others around me. i used to get identified by being sara's sister. "oh i <i>love</i> sara! she's amazing!" they would say. <i>all of them</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it got old after a while.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">then i began bragging about it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">like "hey you know sara, thats my sister."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">[still same reaction from them]</div>"yeah she is. she's great."<br />
so here's to your new life and family, sara. though selfishly i wish we could go back to the high school, horseback riding, camping out, and dancing in the rain days with just the two of us, i know you and jordan and little pringle-lip jairus have it good. and because of that, it's all worth it. and i think i'm okay with that.<br />
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</div>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-72623844265511194612011-05-15T20:22:00.001-07:002011-05-15T20:22:51.505-07:00featured.this is a hilarious blog.<br />
i apologize if any of it is sketchy, but i just found it, and it seems to be rather clean.<br />
visit <a href="http://www.verbal-vomit.com/2011/03/how-to-be-hipster-chapter-1.html">-- Verbal Vomit here!--</a><br />
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are you ready for a great week! be blessed.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-22506361457989905822011-05-14T10:12:00.000-07:002011-05-14T10:12:27.253-07:00but i don't wanna.i know i got some work to do.<br />
and i don't wanna do it. in the personal growth section of my life, i've got some serious work to do.<br />
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singleness may be considered a plague to some, but God uses it in a way to bring me closer to Him and to get me busy working on myself.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"and the woman who is unmarried, and the virgin, is concerned about the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and spirit; but the one who is married is concerned about the things of the world, how she may please her husband. and this i say for your own benefit; not to put a restrain upon you, but to promote what is seemly, and <span style="font-size: small;"><i>secure undistracted devotion</i></span> to the Lord. " 1 corinthians 7 </span><br />
does God love marriage? heck yeah! does God love singleness? absolutely.<br />
singleness isn't meant to be a plague or time to sulk in loneliness and what-could-have-beens.<br />
its a time to work on <b><i>me</i></b>. its me and God time. only us.<br />
a time to secure <i>undistracted devotion</i> to the Lord before i have devotion to the Lord and my husband.<br />
lately God, has shown me areas in my life where i need His help in pruning. there is blackness, there is hurt, insecurity, and other things i need to work on before i become 'distracted.' these things are hard, they pierce, and they are very real.<br />
but i need to get rid of them.<br />
but i don't wanna. <span style="font-size: large;"><b>my plans</b></span> were to have this summer care free, lazy, and whimsical. to be rejuvenated by relaxing days at the beach.<br />
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then God said, <i>"daughter, you're doing work this summer. on yourself. you can still relax, but you have undistracted time right here where it can be just you and Me kid. and I'm going to use this time to your advantage, and my glory. I'm going to sharpen and prune you. I'm going to get rid of the things that don't look like Me. I'm going to heal you this summer."</i><br />
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fine, God. you're right, a part of me doesn't wanna, but you're right.<br />
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summer water here is just cool enough for swimmin, but but too hot for it to be uncomfortable. i think the right word is "perfect".<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>today's finds of course include shells, but it was the first day i did not do <i>anything </i>productive. homework, housework. it was weird. i haven't done this in a <i>really</i> long time.<br />
i feel lazy and perhaps a little bit guilty, but i did do a load of laundry.<br />
it has yet to be folded.<br />
its good, these times at the beach, these lazy summer days. they are needed periodically. i'll look back on them and wonder why i worried about anything. why i felt like the world was ending, all too often.<br />
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a saying rings through my ear, <i>nothing ever lasts forever. things may be bad for right now, but nothing ever lasts forever.</i><br />
however, if today's beach day could, i would be okay with it. i jumped in the crystal clear water and spread my arms and legs out and just floated. it was cool, breezy, and warm all at the same time. a moment passed and i thought.<br />
<i>you know what, i would be okay with drifting out to sea</i><i> right now. forever.</i><br />
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its DIY fantast.<br />
unless you hate diy projects.<br />
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2. always shorten words whenever possible (see #1). and put y's or ies on the end of everything<br />
but don't make it a habit.<br />
that's bad for interviews and meeties with your future inlaws.<br />
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3. have a baby. or make someone else have one.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">4. beach it up and become a shell collector. </div><div style="text-align: left;">even if you look like a tourist doing it. </div><div style="text-align: left;">but don't take the ones with the crabs still in them. that's animal abuse, and i do not approve. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">5. celebrate a first year anniversary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_u9fq0peKLzTmpyEswmc-LoJitVtXM6PMSDK_VlmaEwa76FpB5yECbsfGPxvdISUqoK2J-s5Yg38aHdVmrQn2omPAfQWnE8L_y7yUi5v7Aj9cq3sC8qSNSyOZWyh1vH-VsfPwbuFhYopx/s1600/IMG_0685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_u9fq0peKLzTmpyEswmc-LoJitVtXM6PMSDK_VlmaEwa76FpB5yECbsfGPxvdISUqoK2J-s5Yg38aHdVmrQn2omPAfQWnE8L_y7yUi5v7Aj9cq3sC8qSNSyOZWyh1vH-VsfPwbuFhYopx/s640/IMG_0685.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">even if its not your own.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">6. watch all 6 seasons of alias, and pretend that you don't have a ninja-type beat-down plan for any intruder that jumps out of the bushes when you are walking to your car.</div><div style="text-align: left;">i carry my car key like a dagger. try me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">7. create a listy list of top ten things to do when you're bored during summer on your blog.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">8. blog.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">9. read a book for fun, rather than for work. </div><div style="text-align: left;">i know. mom said that this would happen.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">10. comment and let me know what book i should read for fun.</div><div style="text-align: left;">enjoy the summer. its finally here! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">happy for the newness in our lives.</div>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-43172471790598684422011-05-02T19:19:00.000-07:002011-05-02T21:23:03.017-07:00judas.so, reading the bible last night, going through the book of john and i'm at the part of the last supper. john 13.<br />
i notice two separate times, the divinity of Christ. not because He blatantly says He's God, but because He shows a supernatural ability to forgive, and to work peace among people that clearly despise Him.<br />
sitting there reading:<br />
saying to myself, <i>"okay so they were reclining at the table, Jesus was teaching them, and then He washes their feet. i get it, its a sign of Christ's humility, service, etc..."</i><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"wait" </i>i thought, <i>"Christ had to have washed judas' feet too. judas was there too."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">yup. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"holy moley."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">never thought of it that way. <i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;">i try to picture myself in so-and-so's shoes when i read the word, expecting to learn something from their experience. this time, i placed myself in Christ's shoes, except, hey <i>i'm not God.</i> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">my conclusion: i wouldn't have done it. think about it long enough and you wouldn't either. </div><div style="text-align: left;">this is the man who is going to send Christ to the cross. the God of the universe. Christ knew that judas was going to betray Him in the near future. (jn 13:26-27)</div><div style="text-align: left;">yet He still chose to wash judas' feet.</div><div style="text-align: left;">i mean, <i>think about it.</i> think about someone you believe who deserves to die for what they have done to your family, someone you know, you. perhaps a terrorist, perhaps a tyrant ruler, perhaps a murderer, backstabber, liar, cheater, or ___fill-in-the-blank___ with whoever you consider your enemy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">now, humble yourselves enough to render them a humiliating service, like washing their dirty grimey feet. oh yeah, and you have to have a loving, pure attitude about it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">and not only that, they're going to kill you in the future. and you know it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>whoa. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;">even more. offer peace to that person, want to become his best friend. be completely fond of him. like Christ was to judas: offering bread to a guest at the table was a jewish custom of peace and friendship. (jn 13:26) go ahead and offer your enemy complete love, sacrifice, peace, friendship, <i>forgiveness</i>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"nah-uh!"</i> was my first reaction. i couldn't do it if i had the chance, i know that for sure. i have trouble forgiving those who wronged me already, and Christ accepted and loved and washed judas' feet <i>knowing</i> what he would do to Him? </div><div style="text-align: left;">maybe that whole Christ is God thing is not so far off. </div><div style="text-align: left;">i mean, this is an illustration of the divine capacity to forgive and to love. He did something that had to be super-natural to do. only a God could display that kind of love. and only Christ did. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmu6Js-MimF676MrFxppOW03dySKiTIwezG-n_sMbAorHUN05BL0bqy7-05bQTgqB02sqLWUHvogcnpH-ZXF1iYKPlm7OetQeJD6NJnqbVy-p5M9aqMBm5qonJYQFaHxMhhCGLOZrkOhdc/s1600/feet+washing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmu6Js-MimF676MrFxppOW03dySKiTIwezG-n_sMbAorHUN05BL0bqy7-05bQTgqB02sqLWUHvogcnpH-ZXF1iYKPlm7OetQeJD6NJnqbVy-p5M9aqMBm5qonJYQFaHxMhhCGLOZrkOhdc/s640/feet+washing.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-45842663857215772742011-05-01T19:23:00.000-07:002011-05-01T19:23:28.380-07:00play it again, sam.i like having time to myself. perhaps sometimes a little too much. but finals are finally over and there's not much to do, and sometimes you just gotta <i>relax</i>. tonight was casablanca night with myself, and i've got to say, i'm a great date. <br />
"<i>play it again, sam"</i> rick says to sam, his spunky 1940s night club piano player speaking of the sad but bittersweet love song of his long lost love.<br />
and of course you can't forget <i>"i think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," </i>line closing out the movie.<br />
i shed a tear everytime.<br />
not really, i don't cry at movies.<br />
but if you do, i won't judge you if you're into that sort of thing. i'm an advocate.<br />
oh and the hot bowl of homemade <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Curried-Coconut-Chicken/Detail.aspx">chicken coconut curry</a> that is to die for. i may be addicted to it, but i'm okay with that. it made an appearance. along with its lingering smell that the roomies hate, but i secretly pretend im in sri lanka every time i walk into my apartment. you're welcome roomies...you're welcome.<br />
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last night, i saw her in concert. she's great. her name is brooke fraser. <i>breathtaking</i> voice, and great band. they didn't even need a bass player and they still rocked the house. and my socks.<br />
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she lives on a farm.<br />
she is hilarious.<br />
and she has a hound she's a little obsessed about but knows it.<br />
<a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/2011/04/then-and-now-2/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+thepioneerwoman+%28Confessions+of+a+Pioneer+Woman%29">--click here to see Ree Drummond's Confessions of a Pioneer Woman--</a><br />
sorry i haven't blogged lately!<br />
school is out! love you guys.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13644037239476157635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370695915239543896.post-35172009981027792242011-04-25T15:20:00.000-07:002011-04-25T15:23:46.946-07:00to paint.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirC74lnzqTe4zewlt6qiaohPb3Qxt1wnep-Av6TQQmHPjTnt4YlWZfbjGby6taCgoDGAQHEf_VhmCVFK0OLWLicToWrF-9TwvpIVQnINwmqMffrDWE4D4Q-b0bXjxizdXBcq9YubzIVJpa/s640/DSC07357.JPG" width="640" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week i painted Jairus, my future nephew, a little something something for the nursery.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">he already loves it.</div><br />
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