tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13419455481119787022024-03-18T20:18:32.831-07:00Living for HimI don't want Christ to be a part of my life but to BE my life... after all, it's already His anyway.hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-34643715856237510582009-08-25T16:26:00.000-07:002009-08-25T18:39:12.614-07:00Armed Robbery Outside my Dorm... Oh the [New Orleans] Seminary LifeToday I was reminded of how fragile life is and how no matter where we are, we are never truly "safe". Anything can happen at anytime. This could easily cause us to have a spirit of fear, but it shouldn't. Yes, we live in a fallen world where bad stuff happens.. but we also have a God who is in control of ALL things and all things happen according to His will (ok yes, man is free to make His own choices but that's a topic for a whole other post... maybe after a few more seminary classes I'll tackle that topic on here... but for now let's just go with God being in control, because He is). That doesn't mean everything will always go like we want it to go or think it should go, and allot of times we don't understand why certain things happen. But we do know that all things work together for good for those that love God and are called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28). We may not consider it good in our earthly, human minds, and we may never understand how a certain situation could be "good" until we enter into Heaven. But we do know what God has said in His word and we know that His word never fails.<br /><br /> Last night around 11 o'clock two of my friends were coming in from hanging out with some friends. They were just parking their car across the little street from our dorm hall (on campus) when two men confronted them and forced them out of their car at gunpoint, making them leave behind everything that was in the car (purses, phones, keys etc).<br /><br /> Another girl who happened to be sitting in her car about to go to her dorm had seen these two men jump the fence (this fence is very tall with barbed wire across the top) in order to get on campus. She was already in the process of calling 911 as the armed robbery was taking place. <br /><br /> Police were on the scene quickly but not in time to stop the theft from taking place and since the stolen car had a student ID sticker on it campus police who were guarding the front gate didn't notice anything suspicious as the robbers drove the car right off campus. <br /><br /> While significant material possessions were lost, thankfully no one was seriously injured and the situation could have definitely been a lot worse. Like our dean of students said in a meeting this evening "Multiple handguns were drawn and ready, yet no shots were fired". <br /><br /> So while I was sleeping in my bed last night, two of my friends were having guns pulled and pointed at them only a few yards away, right outside my dorm window. It could have been worse, there could have been deaths, and there's no reason it couldn't have been me out there. Yeah, it's a little unnerving and its a little scary and I'll probably have a little trouble falling asleep tonight. But even in the midst of this I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my God is still in control and that I am in His will, exactly where He wants me right now. I know that doesn't mean I won't get hurt, but it does mean He won't bring me into any situation He's not willing to carry me through and if He chooses to bring me home then I know that's what His will is and He will do whatever brings Him glory... and I'm ok with that.<br /><br /> This has been a nice little reality check for all of us here on campus. I know most of us have considered the seminary to be a pretty safe place and it is one of the safest, most secure facilities in the city. And these girls did nothing wrong. It wasn't even 11 yet last night, they weren't by themselves, and they even had at least one guy go with them out that evening (they had already dropped him off at his dorm when the robbery took place). They were as cautious as possible and yet their lives were threatened. The dean of students met with all the students living in my dorm tonight to go over some safety precautions the seminary is taking to make the campus more secure and I know all of us will be more careful and more aware of our surroundings even on campus... but honestly no matter what we do there will always be loop holes... it's impossible to create a completely and perfectly safe campus... and even if that were possible what would we do then? Never leave campus? Eventually you have to make a trip to walmart, right? Besides, we're commanded to go out into the world and preach the gospel. We can't live in fear of what will happen if we leave our little safe haven (which probably isn't even as safe as you think it is). <br /><br /> So what happened last night is kinda scary, and yes, it's been the main thing on my mind all day. But basically while we need to be cautious and take measures to secure this campus and use our God given smarts to stay safe, at the same time we need to realize that God is in control and the only things that will happen to us are things He allows and if He allows them to happen then we know they have a purpose and that in the end they will help in accomplishing the main goal, to bring glory to God. <br /><br />wow that was like the longest run-on sentence I think I've ever written. hahahannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-18885449668105945412009-08-13T20:34:00.000-07:002009-08-13T20:59:16.080-07:00Compromising Standards in Order to "Grow" Churches<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> so I know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ya'll</span> are probably tired of reading my blogs by now... I realize they're probably pretty depressing and boring and all that but I'm lonely and I've had allot of time on my hands and I basically had nothing else better to do than blog my problems to the world.<br /><br />BUT this post is not about the self-centered pity parties I've been throwing myself (don't worry though, I'm sure by tomorrow I will have another pity-party post written and published). This post is about something that I heard this morning in orientation that I haven't been able to get off my mind all day.<br /><br />For one of our courses, Personal Spiritual Disciplines, we have to read this book called "Crazy Love: Overwhelmed by a Relentless God" by Francis Chan. The professor (sorry I can't remember his name) said that Chan spoke at the Southern Baptist Convention one time and his sermon was on how church leaders were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">compromising</span> their standards in order to "grow" their churches. Let's face it, allot of church's candy coat the Bible and add allot of "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fluff</span>" (as my youth pastor calls it) in order to add numbers to their congregation.<br /><br />In speaking on this Chan said God gave him a powerful revelation regarding this issue within his own church. He said that if there were only three churches in his city-one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">pastored</span> by him, one by Jesus and the other by Paul-shamefully his (Chan's) would be the largest.<br /><br />I was like wow. What a powerful revelation. Jesus didn't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sugar</span> coat anything. Yes, He loved those He spoke to, but He gave it to them straight. He spoke the truth, as did Paul.<br /><br />So that's what's been on my mind all day. Just thought I would share it with you. Hope you have a goodnight =)hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-7375411613021980152009-08-13T15:33:00.000-07:002009-08-13T16:01:05.642-07:00Day 3.... is it really only day 3?...Well today was my first day of orientation. My friend, Abbi, came down today (she's commuting so she won't be staying on campus but she is attending Leavell College this semester) and it was so nice to be able to hang out with her. I met her when her family started coming to our church several years ago. We've been on a couple mission trips together and we spent those torturous hours of Drviers ed class together but other than that we really don't hang out all that much. But today when I saw her I immediately felt soo much better. It was so nice to able to spend time with someone I knew today. Abbi is a just a really nice and sweet girl and I enjoyed our time together. I'm hoping we'll be able to take some classes together.<br /><br />The other awesome part of today was that my parents came down to see me!! I was so happy when I walked down the stairs in Hardin Student center and saw them sitting in the lobby. I really miss them allot.<br /><br />Today I've been thinking about why this has been so hard for me. I mean I haven't even been here a week... It's not like I've never been gone before... I've gone on many trips and stuff and I've never had a problem with that. Well I decided there are two reasons this is so different for me. The first is that those trips only lasted one to two weeks. Even if I got homesick I always knew that it wouldn't be long before I would be home again. It's not like that here. Sure, I'll be able to go home every weekend but for every Friday evening I go home there will always be a Sunday evening when I have to leave again. For every end of a semester I'm able to go home there will be the beginning of a semester when I have to leave again. For at least four years. Maybe longer.<br /><br />The second thing that makes this situation different from the others is that when I went on mission trips and stuff it was always with people I knew. And even if they weren't all my closest friends I'd still known them for a while and while I did make new friends I always had girls that I'd known basically all my life with me.... It's not like that here. And that's the worst part of this. I've met several girls and they've all been very nice but I just met them... they can't take the place of the friends I've had my whole life or for at least several years. Those friends can never be replaced. And while I wasn't around my friends constantly when I was home I saw them multiple times a week... And I always knew they were there. Something about just knowing that my dear sisters in Christ were available to me anytime I needed them brought such a sense of security... unfortunately I haven't realized until now just how precious they were to me. Right now as I type this I'm crying like a baby. I miss my home so much. I miss my church, my church family. I miss going somewhere and feeling right at home as soon as I walk in the door. I miss walking into a room of people and knowing most if not everyone around me. I miss my friends. family. I miss home. I miss it very much.<br /><br />While I was planning on going to go to a retreat this Saturday with the BCM and then going to church this Sunday with some friends I've decided I'd much rather go home. But I'm pretty sure I'm going to cry all during church Sunday, I'm just warning you now.<br /><br />Ok well I have to stop writing or I'll never stop crying. I'm about to go to a little fair in the HSC and then my parents are taking me out to dinner. I'm really looking forward to spending time with them... and I'm going to try to not have an emotional breakdown. I know this is hard enough for them, seeing me cry over everything won't help.<br /><br />So I'm off to a lovely evening. I hope yours goes equally well :)hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-64686854160278055892009-08-12T17:12:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:14:12.571-07:00part 2 of Day 2My day has gotten better since this morning when I wrote. I’ve discovered that if you look at someonewhen you pass them and say hey or just smile they will almost always return the gesture and at this point just having someone smile at me puts a bright spot in my day. When I was leaving campus to go to Walgreens a little while ago I passed this really cute guy walking down the side walk. We made eye contact and my first reaction was just to smile at him and guess what? He smiled AND waved at me! After that I decided to try to smile at more people when I passed them. Well before I was even off campus I passed a groundsman (who was about 50 or so) and when I smiled at him he smiled and waved back. I was like wow, this is so cool. So thanks to that first guy I have now become a new, outgoing Hannah. Sure, I’m not knocking on random peoples doors yet but I am making eye contact and smiling at strangers and for me, that’s a big step.<br /><br />So after my lil public relations revelation I got my mind back on the task at hand-my trip to the Walgreens on the corner. My shopping list included bobby pins, a coaster, cotton balls, a power strip, thumb tacks, and pringles (ok well pringles weren’t actually on the list but they were on sale and I needed a snack). I love going to places like Walgreens and CVS. They have fun stuff to look at and I can waste a good amount of time in one of those places. Being out and about helped lift my spirits even higher.<br /><br />Work also went well today… actually better than yesterday. I was in a room with twelve 2-6 month olds and was working with two or three other girls. I really enjoyed those babies allot. One of the things that I liked about it was there was always something for me to do. Whether it was changing diapers, giving bottles, comforting a crying baby, there was always something for me to do and it made me feel useful and didn’t leave me standing around awkwardly.<br /><br />So over all today was a lil bit better than just ok.<br /><br /><br />College Freshman Score Sheet<br /><br />DAY 2:<br />Over all rating of day-a lil better than mediocre<br />Worst part-being unfamiliar with the campus<br />Best part-having people smile at me<br />Friend count-2hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-34379262086976222222009-08-12T08:26:00.001-07:002009-08-12T08:56:06.526-07:00Day 2... this could be a long semester.Well last night went pretty well. I slept pretty good until about 5 this morning when I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. My dorm is surprisingly cold, a blanket is on the list of things for my parents to bring me when they come up tomorrow. Anyway, well my room is the first room down the hall and right next to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span> room. The walls are pretty thin too, meaning I can hear pretty much everything being said in there, including the blaring <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span>. I didn't really mind though... Maybe one day I'll be in there being loud with all my friends.<br /><br />This morning I got up around 7 and showered. Man those showers are little. I had the water turned all the way to hot but it was only <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lukewarm</span>... and I was the only one showering. I have a feeling there might be some cold showers in my future. Oh well, at least the water pressure was good. After I got dressed I cleaned up the room a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span> bit and organized some stuff. When I finally ran out of things to do I came over here to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">HSC</span>. I got some coffee and after a trip to the technical support office I finally got connected to the network here.<br /><br />So yeah, for the past two hours I've just been sitting here playing around on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span>. There's not much else to do. I don't have work till two.<br /><br />I still miss home and I can't tell you how many times I've teared up this morning. Maybe it's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">pms</span> or something because I never cry but ever since I've left yesterday that's what I've been doing allot. As I sit here typing this I'm on the verge of an emotional break down right here in the coffee shop. Hopefully this is just a phase. I'm sure it is. Leaving home is hard. Change is hard. But it's all a part of life.<br /><br />Oh let me tell you about the bright spot in my morning. Remember the really nice assistant director? Well this morning she came into the coffee shop to get some coffee and she just tapped me on the shoulder and smiled and said hey. For me, for someone who doesn't know anyone here, that meant allot. Maybe one day when I've been here a while I'll be able to do the same thing for a freshman. <br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> well I can only drag this post out for so long. I'm sure I'll be posting again soon... I have nothing else better to do.hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-47158789560273169352009-08-12T07:59:00.000-07:002009-08-12T08:10:13.381-07:00Day One on Campus10:00 pm<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"> Ok</span> well here I am, sitting in my dorm, all moved in. My first afternoon on campus went ok. When I first got here I spent 30min lugging 6 totes from my car to my dorm. Thankfully I am on the first floor so it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">wasn'</span>t too bad, but I had definitely broke a sweat by the time I finished making my gazillion trips back and forth. After that I only had a few minutes to get some stuff unpacked before it was time for me to head across the street to the daycare to start my new job.<br />When I got there I found out the director was out for the day so my fate was left up to their faithful assistant director. Let me say so far, she is my favorite person there. She was very friendly and nice and made me feel very comfortable. Sadly I found out this is her last week. But anyway, she had me fill out <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">abunch</span> of paper work and read through their policies and handbook. After that I was sent to start my training. There were about 11 or 12 eight to twelve month <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span> and I would be working with two other women. Over all the afternoon went well. There really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">wasn</span>’t a whole lot for me to do and I felt a little awkward because while I have experience working in a daycare, its always different when you start somewhere new. It was relatively chaotic, as only a room full of young ones can be, but it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t take long for me to become somewhat comfortable in this new atmosphere and start playing with the children and caring for them. However I have to admit that I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t feel the connection with them like I did with the children at the last daycare I worked at. At my previous job it only took one afternoon with those babies and I immediately fell in love with them. Although the setting was much different there- I was the only caregiver to the children and there were allot fewer children in my class so I’m sure that had allot to do with the instant bonding I felt. And I’m sure that in time I will get just as attached to my new kids as I was my old ones. Anyway, well I really enjoyed working with the two other teachers in my class. They were both very nice and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t mind helping me with learning the children’s names and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">daycares</span> procedures and how to clean up etc. Over all I have to say I am looking forward to working there throughout the school year and I’m so grateful God provided this job for me. The hours are perfect (2 to 3hrs in the afternoons <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">mon</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">fri</span>) and just being in a Christian atmosphere helps everything go better.<br /><br /> So after work I went back to my dorm and the first thing I did was call my mom to check in with her and let her know how my day went. After that I went about unpacking some of the totes and trying to organize everything. Around 6 or so I decided to head over to Hardin Student Center (this is where all of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Leavell</span> College’s classes are held) and get something to eat at the coffee shop because I was getting hungry and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t have any “real food” in my dorm. By this time it was raining so I got my umbrella out and headed to my car. However, by the time I got to the coffee shop it was closed. That made me sad. So I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">trekked</span> back through the rain to my car and decided to drive <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">through</span> the Church’s Chicken across the street from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">NOBTS</span> and just go eat in my dorm room. By the way, Church’s biscuits are the bomb. I love those things. You can get three for like a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span> over a dollar. Oh yeah, I have a feeling I’m gonna be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">hittin</span> up that joint pretty often.<br /><br /> After I ate I finished unpacking and putting away everything. About that time I got a phone call from Housing saying that my new roommate would be moving in tomorrow. Her name’s Katherine, that’s all I know. At first I was kinda bummed that I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">wouldn</span>’t be getting my own room, but after a while I decided that I definitely needed a roommate. I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> been on campus one day and I still have a “friend count” of zero. Sure, I met some nice people at the daycare, but none of them even go to school here and they were all older than me. If I have a roommate I’ll have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">at least</span> one friend. And I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> had time to get everything unpacked and setup before she came which works out nice since we won’t both be having to move in at the same time. That’d be crazy. Well, it’ll be interesting to see how this whole roommate thing works out. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">kind of</span> person who needs their space. I haven’t shared a room since I was 7 (that’s over 10yrs ago) so this will be an adjustment for me. Having a roommate is probably what I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> been most nervous about, mainly because it’s the biggest unknown. But I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> been praying for my roommate for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">at least</span> a year so hopefully God will give me someone who will become a good friend of mine. I don’t doubt God will test my patience and self-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">lessness</span> while I’m here, but I do pray that, however this experience turns out, it will help me grow and strengthen my relationship with Him and give me a chance to serve one of my sister’s in Christ.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error"> Ok</span> well while today has been good for the most part there were also some sad moments. Leaving home has been allot harder than I thought it would be. I’ll admit I cried most of the drive over here. I’m sure the people in the cars around me thought I was crazy. But I know that once I make some friends and get to know some people it will get easier being gone.<br />Well it’s late so I should head to bed. Goodnight.<br /><br /><br /><br />College Freshman Score Sheet<br /><br />DAY 1:<br />Over all rating of day-mediocre<br />Worst part-not knowing anyone<br />Best part-moving into my dorm<br />Friend count-0<br /><br /><br /> Oh guess what just happened? I made a friend!! Well sort of. I was sitting here finishing this blog up when someone knocked on my door. When I opened it there was this girl standing there. She introduced herself as Angela and said her room was right across from me. Apparently she just wanted to see who was living in my dorm because she wanted to say hey. We talked for a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span> bit. She said she’s got a router in her room and can get me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span> cheap (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span>!! Right now I’m just typing this up on word and will post it later when I go to the Hardin Student Center where there’s free <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error">wifi</span>). Anyway, she was very nice and obviously outgoing. I’m glad she knocked on my door. She officially bumps my friend count up to one.hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-5012628389236415692009-08-04T19:23:00.000-07:002009-08-04T20:55:02.545-07:00Mama Mia<div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Well most people who know me know that I don't cook. At all. Mainly because when I do cook no one likes it because I have a very "immature palette" as someone once put it. Basically I like my food very bland. No one else does, therefore when I cook something to fit my taste, I'm the only one who likes it. And it's hard for me to cook something I don't like. There, that's my excuse for not cooking and I'm sticking to it. So usually I either just help mom cook or I much prefer to set the table or clean the kitchen afterwards. But every now and then the cooking of a meal falls into my hands and it is always an adventure.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4LFOyNK3tnBiOspp1oIndLHRl5YuqJsU4kx39wZfs5JUq3Mqe2Y3xT2FJlofVkBV5oyvExjIwPqDLvBSpVerhBqqX3iv5Wikq9olL2IbXkRth-YTLpNuDd_vP_EMmsRhBcY2gHXBlJg/s1600-h/IMG_7996.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366313087963435570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4LFOyNK3tnBiOspp1oIndLHRl5YuqJsU4kx39wZfs5JUq3Mqe2Y3xT2FJlofVkBV5oyvExjIwPqDLvBSpVerhBqqX3iv5Wikq9olL2IbXkRth-YTLpNuDd_vP_EMmsRhBcY2gHXBlJg/s320/IMG_7996.JPG" /></a><br />So tonight is my brothers last night home before he starts college again and because of his football practices, other than his best friends wedding, he won't be home until Thanksgiving. So tonight mom was supposed to cook his two favorite things-homemade pizza and peach cobbler. Well unfortunately my mom became sick with the stomach bug this evening and somehow the fate of tonight's supper was left in my [less than capable] hands. Thankfully my sister came to help... Was she actually helpful? Well the jury's still out on that but she definitely kept me company and made sure the experience was well documented.</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipErFIej5Iwy1Oz4tGVjeHk0nHgxZONtLa41Z6BrovAXfEClhOgPwufqO9o6FE7g1fML_mizQXDNoaqDj-71G0P_5X2_IpxDBWsospMzd-LXW2L0Yg8K5lJmFs1LI1lonULG166_8j2-c/s1600-h/IMG_8037.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366318297684520930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipErFIej5Iwy1Oz4tGVjeHk0nHgxZONtLa41Z6BrovAXfEClhOgPwufqO9o6FE7g1fML_mizQXDNoaqDj-71G0P_5X2_IpxDBWsospMzd-LXW2L0Yg8K5lJmFs1LI1lonULG166_8j2-c/s320/IMG_8037.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>From cutting onions and bell peppers for the first time to trying to toss pizza dough the whole thing was a learning experience.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tYdmbn7Iqr4Un2RJEXIdLRGXkY6ZUT-oT2PkF8Eg1sCUGziSiiB5VVjym-YHmaNDqkxY3DF0CGPEfbbFKBjAx_GQTZgJCCrlNahyphenhyphendjJjktCzK0h_sMUv4L-YNFiV3b7ZT6ycwGLeO2Q/s1600-h/IMG_8025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366320091185732754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tYdmbn7Iqr4Un2RJEXIdLRGXkY6ZUT-oT2PkF8Eg1sCUGziSiiB5VVjym-YHmaNDqkxY3DF0CGPEfbbFKBjAx_GQTZgJCCrlNahyphenhyphendjJjktCzK0h_sMUv4L-YNFiV3b7ZT6ycwGLeO2Q/s320/IMG_8025.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>But it was fun and Abigail and I had allot of good laughs.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>And in the end we made three really good pizzas and everyone in the family said they tasted amazing!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366321700154860898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUJU92Wn56mPtllzqkANh2d18ugz0V4mbG1O9GggxTbIHZtMKMJRlKeSG8KIxOcdEb7JKFWarQIgakPrWvOEROYl67LEVFH1IySBrT5arXjNvAJpHYEOsUt0KaWIUWdDGOejk9_DgoSg/s400/IMG_80160.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div></div>hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-32332929326190111672009-08-02T15:02:00.000-07:002009-08-02T15:04:49.253-07:00I'm Back!! :)Hello blog world!! Long time no talk! Where do I even begin? Well I guess I could start by saying what an incredible summer I have been having. How I’d love to tell you everything that’s been going on in great detail so that you fully understand exactly what my summer’s been like, but alas, I have not the time nor the patience to write that book and I’m sure you don’t have half the interest in reading it as I imagine. <br /><br />So back to my original question-where to begin? Well first let me apologize for the long period of silence in this blog. For awhile I just didn’t have the time to write. With dance, school, Bible drills, babysitting, etc. I just didn’t have time to sit down and write. I was also at a loss as to what to write. I wanted to write something worth reading. But then when I finally had time to write and had something I thought was blog-worthy I would be so overwhelmed with all that I wanted to say and how to say it that I’d eventually just give up writing anything at all. I wanted the perfect blog. When I realized I was so far away from that it wasn’t even funny I eventually gave up all together and promptly moved the whole idea of having a blog into my mental recycle bin. <br /><br />So why am I here? Mainly because I think God’s about to do some pretty awesome stuff in my life and I want to share it with you. I’m facing my fear, defying standards, ignoring expectations, and doing all that other stuff really brave adventuresome people do-I’m going to blog. I’ll give it to you straight-I’m not a writer. Never have been and probably never will be. I am, however, very random. Chasing rabbit trails is a hobby for me. I have a hard time staying on topic…. ADD perhaps? Quite possible. So all I can say is bear with me and don’t expect anything too organized or well written. To wrap this all up let’s just say that if you read through my posts and are still sane, well, you’re a better man than most.<br /><br />So I guess this will be my intro post to my “new” blog. I don’t know what all is going to be written about on here… I don’t have some creative theme or anything. But like I said, I want a way to be able to communicate all the awesome things I know God is going to be doing in my life. In case you don’t know, I’ll be attending college in New Orleans and will be living on campus so I won’t be home or at church as much as usual so hopefully this will help me stay in touch with everyone. <br /><br />Well this post is long enough so I’ll go ahead and wrap it up. I’ll be posting again soon though, promise! Jhannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-41108003188385944672009-01-23T12:36:00.000-08:002009-01-23T12:38:18.283-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orS5YMIPAkM">"Will You take Me as I am?"</a><br />By: Lecrae<br /><br />[Talking]<br />Christ through faith<br />I talked to a cat the other day<br />And he was like;<br />"Man I really wanna come to Christ<br />But I gotta clean my life up first, get my sins together"<br />I told em, I used to think that way too<br />I thought I had to change myself before I could come to Christ<br />But Christ changed me<br />Let me tell you my story, it starts like this<br /><br />[Verse One]<br />It's 5:46 in the mornin', tossin' and turnin'<br />Chest burnin', sermons in my head keep reocurrin'<br />Havin' visions in my head of a kid<br />Cryin' at the feet of the Father, for all the wrong things that he did<br />Now I'm sweatin' in my sheets can't sleep<br />My mind keeps tellin' me I'm six feet deep<br />Don't remind me, even though I'm still alive I can't tell<br />The way I'm living my life I feel I'm going to hell<br />God they telling me I should accept you<br />That you had to leave the world, cause the world left you<br />Reason I can't change, like a mystery to me<br />So I make believe there really is a heaven for a G<br />Even though they say you loved the world so much, you shed ya blood<br />God I feel I'm too messed up for love<br />They tell me come as I am but I smell like smoke<br />My whole life's full of sin cause it's all I know<br />The bible told me that you died for my sins<br />If I believe in Christ, it'll save me from the end<br />But I'm scared to ask you, to save me my heart<br />So evil, I got thoughts, that's full of hatred hurtin' people<br />I thought at first I had to clean up my life<br />Now I'm hearin' I just need to cling to the light<br />I'm ready to do it, but Lord I pray you understand<br />My life is a mess, will you take me as I am<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Will you take me as I am<br />I know the way I'm living is wrong<br />But I can't change on my own, trying to make it alone<br />I wonder, how could you love me when my life so ugly<br />But you came down and died for me<br /><br />Will you take me as I am<br />I know the way I'm living is wrong<br />But I can't change on my own, trying to make it alone<br />I wonder, how could you love me when my life so ugly<br />But you came down and died for me<br />Will you take me as I am<br /><br />[Verse Two]<br />I'm sick and tired of trying to me the man, my daddy never taught me to be<br />I'm grown up now, life ain't what I thought it would be<br />I made many mistakes in my past I can't fix<br />Now I'm staring at this crucifix tatted on my wrist<br />Is it true what they telling me, am I just crazy<br />Did ya bleed on the cross, for my sins to save me<br />But why would ya die for me<br />My whole life I've been working for Satan, while He fed lies to me<br />And now I'm hearing too much, trying to get a true touch<br />Of a love that can change me, I'm all screwed up<br />Figure Hell is what I deserve<br />But your word says we all fall short so I guess we all outta burn<br />Teach me I wanna learn<br />How you could save a wretch like me, before death says it's my turn<br />I think I finally understand<br />No matter my past, you'll still take me as I am<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse Three]<br />My father had a few last words to give<br />I be telling people the reason to live<br />The reason to die, united with the King in the sky<br />This life is passing us by, I got no reason to lie<br />You'll never give the world enough, they'll hunger for more<br />They figure there ways are nuthin to the wondrous lord<br />More security than the man that left you<br />More love than the moms who kept you<br />He'll always accept you<br />Be everything your supposed to<br />Let Christ rule ya heart, mind, body and soul cause He chose you<br />And if the world don't know you<br />It don't matter you're Gods child and he'll never disown you<br />Ya purpose on earth is far from worthless<br />That's why ya glorified like ya life's been purchased<br />And it don't matter if the world don't seen us<br />We still mean the world to Jesus<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Talking]<br />Yeah, we're saved by grace through faith<br />It's not works<br />Ain't nuthin you can do, ain't nuthin I can do<br />That could get us this grace salvation that we got man<br />It's only Christ<br />So if you feel like you gotta clean yourself up<br />Before you can come to Him<br />Forget it<br />Just come to Him<br />He'll take you as you are, and he'll change YOU<br />From the inside, out</span>hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-3569569918040949012008-11-17T10:43:00.000-08:002008-11-17T11:44:56.644-08:00My Favorite BlogsOk well I've just come to accept the fact that I am not a blogger. I pretty much stink at it and I think I'll just have to revert back to my original reason for creating this blog: to read other peoples blogs. Therefore I will stress no longer over having nothing good to write about and constantly staring at this screen feeling guilty about not posting anything worth reading.<br /><br />However, even though I am not good at blogging I happen to know some people who are and I am going to use this opportunity to give a little shout out to a few blogs that I love reading on a regular basis.<br /><br />First up is a blog that I just recently found through Mrs. Jennifer's blog, it's called <a href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/">Stuff Christians Like</a>. I've spent hours reading through all of this guys posts. They're all pretty funny and they usually end up having a good point and are definitely worth reading. One of my favorites is <a href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/2008/11/438-refusing-to-let-people-borrow-your.html">Refusing To Let People Borrow Your Pen in Church.</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiULv2sQa9pFNI8wOwz0POXa3FHoRSeK2-aMq8TpccmUvZPQF-iPOh1sx62iQ0LFUdxxcpUswKQxzNHzwtm2erFCoe8NILUZntML4dH2mrUFvp64jjrD2kPDSM6cg-W5Cou9Vf2JgxP2E/s1600-h/IMG_3652.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiULv2sQa9pFNI8wOwz0POXa3FHoRSeK2-aMq8TpccmUvZPQF-iPOh1sx62iQ0LFUdxxcpUswKQxzNHzwtm2erFCoe8NILUZntML4dH2mrUFvp64jjrD2kPDSM6cg-W5Cou9Vf2JgxP2E/s320/IMG_3652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269714570917433698" border="0" /></a><br />The next blog I want to mention is Mrs. Jennifer's blog, <a href="http://jenniferstanford.typepad.com/">Life With the Stanfords</a>. Even if you don't know the <a href="http://livingforhim-hannah.blogspot.com/2008/10/tha-stanfords.html">Stanfords </a>I think you would still enjoy reading this blog because Mrs. Jennifer is a really great writer and her blogs are usually light hearted and full of humor. She also has another blog on blogspot called <a href="http://jenniferstanford.blogspot.com/">Exceeding, Abundantly</a>. This blog is more ummm spiritual... cliche, I know, but I can't think of how else to quickly describe it... and hey, we've already decided I'm not a great writer right? Anyway go check out both blogs and I can guarantee you'll be blessed by reading them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0C0z4rUKa1uwzz1MwsfrkFIrTHl6Ndy2pkMQ-zn4OVYEdKPDzFdKWiATedeflA5cUVoVjhW83kKmDMHpt9n3P-Gy66To9E95O2KvrWwACS5NkbnBMlduOXeaFqvu37vsbPGUS_WqEVoU/s1600-h/IMG_3674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0C0z4rUKa1uwzz1MwsfrkFIrTHl6Ndy2pkMQ-zn4OVYEdKPDzFdKWiATedeflA5cUVoVjhW83kKmDMHpt9n3P-Gy66To9E95O2KvrWwACS5NkbnBMlduOXeaFqvu37vsbPGUS_WqEVoU/s320/IMG_3674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269714204769879250" border="0" /></a><br />One other blog I'd like to tell you about is <a href="http://daybyday-lydia.blogspot.com/">Day By Day</a>, a blog by one of my dearest friends, Lydia. She posted a blog recently entitled <a href="http://daybyday-lydia.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls.html">"Girls..." </a>which I would encourage all girls, young or old, (and ofcourse guys are always welcome) to read. It's about modesty and how modesty means more than not wearing bikinis or really tight clothes but it's about how you act and stuff. Please go read it and then tell your friends to read it. It really is eye opening and thought provoking.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QJo5kgxbsUAmxNx3hcJANophOpjGQNdM3S4uddpZNfx9Itls8lIGjZf_4RxidmXykU0SEhJkN7zcWk7BRNvhulHNhYzpvITwuobHhrCe84j2mBz7KBTOfD-Vi7S_EfHFzxaz8lxISEM/s1600-h/hannah+and+naomi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QJo5kgxbsUAmxNx3hcJANophOpjGQNdM3S4uddpZNfx9Itls8lIGjZf_4RxidmXykU0SEhJkN7zcWk7BRNvhulHNhYzpvITwuobHhrCe84j2mBz7KBTOfD-Vi7S_EfHFzxaz8lxISEM/s320/hannah+and+naomi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269711835968155986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The last blog for today is a blog by another dear sister of mine, <a href="http://abundantgrace-naomi.blogspot.com/">Abundant Grace</a> by Naomi (Lydia's sister). Her first post entitled <a href="http://abundantgrace-naomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-covers-me_23.html">"It Covers Me"</a> is my personal favorite as she shares her struggles with feeling like a failure because of sin and yet that being the very place God wants us to be, that place where we face the reality that we're helpless without Him.<br /><br />ok well these are just a few of the blogs that I follow. If you know of any good blogs please post a comment and let me know! Have a blessed afternoon!hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-44908532178058255172008-11-06T11:04:00.000-08:002008-11-06T12:20:03.547-08:00Unashamed LoveGood afternoon fellow bloggers!<br />Well I am posting this because the blog police (mrs. jennifer) told me I needed to post something new lol. I'd love to be more faithful with my blog posting but so many things seem to get in the way... lately my life has been so crazy busy that I'm lucky to have enough time to just sit down at the computer long enough to check my email and facebook every day. But then when I do have time to post something I can't ever come up with anything I feel is worth writing about.... or worth you taking the time to read...<br />Ok well excuses aside here I am, once again, staring at the computer screen, trying to think of something worthwhile to write about.... and I'm coming up with nothing....<br /><br />*10 min later*<br /><br />still nothing....<br />ok well for the sake of writing something I guess I'll post the lyrics to a song we sang last night that's one of my most favorite songs ever. It's called "Unashamed Love". The lyrics are simple but they've come to mean so much to me.<br /><br /><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">You're calling me to lay aside the worries of my day<br /> To quiet down my busy mind and find a hiding place</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> Worthy, Worthy</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">I open up my heart and let my spirit worship Yours<br /> I open up my mouth and let a song of praise come forth<br /> Worthy, You are worthy</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> Of a child-like faith<br /> And of my honest praise<br /> And of my unashamed love<br /> Of a holy life<br /> And of my sacrifice<br /> And of my unashamed love</span></p><br />To me it's the perfect song to sing on a Wednesday night because it starts with calling me to forget all the business of my week. All the deadlines and meetings and places I need to go and things I need to do... All the stuff that I get so caught up in as the week goes on. It's telling me to forget those things, to lay them aside so I can focus on God. On the things that really matter. And then once we can lay down all the things that usually clog up our brains and our hearts we are able to worship Him. To truly worship Him. To have that child like faith and give Him our honest praise... because that's what God wants.<br /><br />Ok well I just wanted to share that song with y'all.<br />I have to go now because I need to shower and stuff before I head off to dance. I hope you all have a blessed afternoon!<br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></div></div>hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-77432251156072542792008-10-26T18:24:00.000-07:002008-10-26T18:51:10.267-07:00Heavy HeartI've heard of having a "heavy heart" but before this weekend I never knew you could actually physically feel having a heavy heart. I don't feel like giving details but I've just had allot on my mind lately and I realized this morning that I just have this heavy feeling inside of me. During church this morning I had a hard time focusing.<br /><br />This past weekend allot of stuff has gone down.. it's had some good moments... one of the major highlights was my sisters party where I was able to hang out with some of my friends and I especially enjoyed talking with my friend Lydia. I always feel encouraged after talking with her. I also enjoyed hangin out Saturday night with my brother-Josh, his girlfriend-Brittany, and one of both Josh and I's good friends-Joey. However some other things have gone on and it has kinda got me thinking allot....<br /><br />If I were to write everything I want to I'd be writing for days and you would be bored out of your mind. So I guess I mainly wrote this blog to let you know that I'm struggling and I would appreciate your prayers.<br /><br />ok well I've got a long day in front of me tomorrow and an assignment I just found out about thats due tomorrow at 8am so I should probably get off now. I hope all of you have a blessed week.<br />In Christ,<br />Hannahhannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-41181614427389099942008-10-11T13:23:00.000-07:002008-10-23T18:12:59.155-07:00Cell Phones (updated!!!)so I got my new phone a few days ago and it is stinkin awesome!! I ended up getting the AT&T Tilt. I don't have a picture of it but it's a pretty good size and its black/silver. I'm planning to get a red case for it though because I really wanted a red phone (to match my purse-ofcourse!! lol) but the tilt only came in black/silver. Ok well for those of you interested I will now expand on a few things that I like/dislike about the Tilt.<br /><br />pros:<br />--Ok well the thing I like the most about the Tilt is the full "qwerty" keyboard. It's so easy to type on and the buttons are very easy for me to use.<br />--Coming in at a close second to the keyboard is the set up of the viewing of text messages. Instead of having to go from your outbox to your inbox to view texts exchanged between you and a friend, all the texts (sent and recieved) from one person are all together on one screen like an instant message. It's allot easier to keep up with conversations (especially if you're talking with more than one person at a time like I do).<br />--obviously the touchscreen is great, making it very easy to navigate<br />--the sound is great as well as the screen's resolution<br /><br /><br />cons:<br />--the camera is not very good. now i realise it is a phone but i thought having 3mps would give me better photos than it has<br />--when I'm typing there tends to be a delay between the time i type a word and when it atually shows up on the screen. nothing major, just something that takes a lil extra time.<br />--it doesnt always deliver my emails to me on time but that may be something I can adjust<br /><br />ok well this is all I can think of for now. Over all the phone is really great and I'd reccomend it to anyone. Ok well thanks to everyone who gave me advice or just listened to me talk about it lol.<br />I hope you all have a blessed night!<br />Always In Christ,<br />Hannah<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Hey Guys!!<br />well I'm in desperate need of a new cell phone and I have no idea what I should get.<br /><br />I've pretty much narrowed it down to either the Samsung Blackjack II, Palm Centro, or the BlackBerry Curve. I also love the Blackberry Pearl but I've heard from allot of people that it's a terrible phone so I pretty much elliminated that option.<br /><br />I'm pretty ignorant about phones and technology in general (to an extent anyways) so any advice would be much appriciated!<br />Ok well I hope ya'll have a wonderful evening!<br />Much love in Christ,<br />Hannah<br /></div>hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-68588487902054081642008-10-06T11:58:00.000-07:002008-10-06T12:10:47.797-07:00Blogs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BGKcCXKWxB3PiyYd1QB3mBqOJFj-PcCCMmo4OhCgbGc9Vkb45Vs5Ghmtk7Atw9BlbTDGeGhUippJSMc7WDSTHzNXeViVRZw1lDMrXlU8CYLFijawWwqUZxiF4LdOAgWni_66zGsyXgo/s1600-h/IMG_212622.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BGKcCXKWxB3PiyYd1QB3mBqOJFj-PcCCMmo4OhCgbGc9Vkb45Vs5Ghmtk7Atw9BlbTDGeGhUippJSMc7WDSTHzNXeViVRZw1lDMrXlU8CYLFijawWwqUZxiF4LdOAgWni_66zGsyXgo/s320/IMG_212622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254120356148183650" border="0" /></a><br />Hey guys!<br />Just wanted to thank y'all for reading my blogs and commenting on them! I appreciate it!<br /><br />Anyways I was writing this because I'd really like to know about more peoples blogs. If any of y'all know of blogs that are really good or blogs of people I know please let me know by leaving the URL in a comment on this blog.<br /><br />Ok well I hope all of y'all have a great day and may the joy of the Lord be your strength!hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-20918481228709268612008-10-05T17:13:00.000-07:002008-10-06T11:51:35.833-07:00Spread the Stupidity...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocbgwFMDn-FBK5izpvztFZMOO5ugyXqfJgqIwkOSwyi6uKUwEMg75jLS6SOQ4tmc5MkbFshuNtnlt3mdmY272MDlNPc7nbk4RruQNXm0lEeutsRbLwvycwc3Nf6X7WnJsf-RBwJi6pSs/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocbgwFMDn-FBK5izpvztFZMOO5ugyXqfJgqIwkOSwyi6uKUwEMg75jLS6SOQ4tmc5MkbFshuNtnlt3mdmY272MDlNPc7nbk4RruQNXm0lEeutsRbLwvycwc3Nf6X7WnJsf-RBwJi6pSs/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114841257174002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Only in America....</span><br /><br />Only in America .....do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.<br /><br />Only in America .....do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.<br /><br />Only in America .....do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.<br /><br />Only in America .....do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.<br /><br />Only in America .....do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.<br /><br />Only in America .....do we use the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'.<br /><br />Only in America .....do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhji-1WAMB8NbtnDovz-CLcJ0yx5K67xjVA3mUxGSHNs9kIGIr9FqMydwskoFJrvJYwZr5UKD3uSHJB29Y0ZaDeCfuVgLcq2xlVNWXMQ4orSySusfHVJD1hhMKTLEzDb9QZ4e8c4K3qLN8/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhji-1WAMB8NbtnDovz-CLcJ0yx5K67xjVA3mUxGSHNs9kIGIr9FqMydwskoFJrvJYwZr5UKD3uSHJB29Y0ZaDeCfuVgLcq2xlVNWXMQ4orSySusfHVJD1hhMKTLEzDb9QZ4e8c4K3qLN8/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254113682311524514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">EVER WONDER.... </span><br /><br />Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?<br /><br />Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?<br /><br />Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?<br /><br />Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?<br /><br />Why is it that doctors call what they do 'practice'?<br /><br />Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?<br /><br />Why is the man who invests all of your money called a broker?<br /><br />Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?<br /><br />Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?<br /><br />Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?<br /><br />Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?<br /><br />You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTN5mwwSsnZVrNNBU-e_7wP2fhHGF4JZxM80-ESjphxnTMHMzC-helQnPbbZohtciwfcKbgkmw5a7JEj4hY6K_PCERsMa-iK3hCjK43NE5VNSwk4G6ifr-R93rJEGdr5onChxskmzmp-4/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTN5mwwSsnZVrNNBU-e_7wP2fhHGF4JZxM80-ESjphxnTMHMzC-helQnPbbZohtciwfcKbgkmw5a7JEj4hY6K_PCERsMa-iK3hCjK43NE5VNSwk4G6ifr-R93rJEGdr5onChxskmzmp-4/s320/IMG_3437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254113690394749810" border="0" /></a><br />Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?<br /><br />Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?<br /><br />If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?<br /><br />If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Church Bulletin Mishaps</span><br />These are real church bulletin mishaps... letters left off the end of the word... bad wording.. etc<br />*this is not in anyway meant to be offensive<br /><br />- The cost for attending the Fasting and Prayer Conference includes meals.<br /><br />- The sermon this morning :"Jesus walks on Water." The sermon tonight: "Searching for Jesus."<br /><br />- Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things<br />not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.<br /><br />- The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been canceled due to a conflict.<br /><br />- Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our community. Smile at someone who is hard to love. Say "Hell" to someone who doesn't care much about you<br /><br />- Don't let worry kill you off- let the church help.<br /><br />- Miss Charlene Mason sang "I Will Not Pass this Way Again" giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gWuBpw-DwWyvZxQ29oLtl0k_HcXIwbhR32Rp_NfgeVeiczREgizNhiAEDQojZ5yY17FTzRScDPUZ35Fw0cVEH9I9m8DazWU-w8hzwe4iQ-1IiDjeb4z3n9zSK38LCRD8sPjpEXBPvA0/s1600-h/IMG_1371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gWuBpw-DwWyvZxQ29oLtl0k_HcXIwbhR32Rp_NfgeVeiczREgizNhiAEDQojZ5yY17FTzRScDPUZ35Fw0cVEH9I9m8DazWU-w8hzwe4iQ-1IiDjeb4z3n9zSK38LCRD8sPjpEXBPvA0/s320/IMG_1371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114840073352242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-For those of you who have children and don't know it..., we have a nursery downstairs.<br /><br />-Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir. They need all the help they can get.<br /><br />-The Rector will preach his farewell message, after which the choir will sing: "Break Forth into Joy"<br /><br />-Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married October 24th in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days.<br /><br />- At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be "What is Hell?" Come<br />early and listen to the choir practice.<br /><br />-Eight new choir robes are currently needed due to the addition of several new members and the deterioration of some older ones.<br /><br />- Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children<br /><br />- Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.<br /><br />- The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment, and gracious hostility<br /><br />- Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00PM - prayer and medication to follow.<br /><br />- The ladies of the church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-jjT7V3qOpecCYDRCePYTAEdD2ZZXiGDKAatkCVFOtwef92Y8lfrmBRmac2A7DCGETsF5fWAmLBGmlL2qYKyFABLH5KggoaIgW0u2ZoOxpYXbuI1kfiR-1MRlYf0wylNOXDO3Bti3bY/s1600-h/IMG_3694.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-jjT7V3qOpecCYDRCePYTAEdD2ZZXiGDKAatkCVFOtwef92Y8lfrmBRmac2A7DCGETsF5fWAmLBGmlL2qYKyFABLH5KggoaIgW0u2ZoOxpYXbuI1kfiR-1MRlYf0wylNOXDO3Bti3bY/s320/IMG_3694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254113686457870146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />- This evening at 7:00PM there will be hymn singing in the park across from the church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.<br /><br />- Ladies Bible Study will be held Thursday morning at 10:00AM. All ladies are invited to lunch in the Fellowship Hall after the B.S. is done.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things i've learned while living in Louisiana:</span><br /><br />1. Possums sleep in the middle of the road with their feet in the air.<br /><br />2. There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 live in LOUISIANA.<br /><br />3. There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 live in LOUISIANA plus a couple no one's seen before.<br /><br />4. If it grows - it sticks; if it crawls - it bites.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaWq_LU10304-GgFMEqYBvfze68yc5junSTLtjA2lDak6hM1-2k-VwQ8y2MRAhMkVOWWCi-SAxuE1R6SKe9DBx8GbjSgWEGbmHlYQfkiWfYjvTUf5xe6JDaJzhZwEcaCG6zmFiD7HT-E/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaWq_LU10304-GgFMEqYBvfze68yc5junSTLtjA2lDak6hM1-2k-VwQ8y2MRAhMkVOWWCi-SAxuE1R6SKe9DBx8GbjSgWEGbmHlYQfkiWfYjvTUf5xe6JDaJzhZwEcaCG6zmFiD7HT-E/s320/IMG_0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114835589990754" border="0" /></a><br />5. Onced and twiced are words.<br /><br />6. It is not a shopping cart; it is a buggy.<br /><br />7. Fire ants consider your flesh as a picnic.<br /><br />8. People actually grow and eat okra.<br /><br />9. Fixinto is one word<br /><br />10. There is no such thing as 'lunch'. There is only dinner and then there is supper.<br /><br />11. Ice tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar!<br /><br />12. Backards and forwards means 'I know everything about you.'<br /><br />13. Jeet? is actually a phrase meaning 'Did you eat?'<br /><br />14. You don't have to wear a watch because it doesn't matter what time it is. You work until you're done or it's too dark to see.<br /><br />15. You don't PUSH buttons, you MASH them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKAwbZHE6HhKkxaPJOMv2M4xmcr1i2K47PzpVcI0tYzKvqNILgdtdbQ00aZnFw9GxfQPJGFOngZIWmbWyiNfduWKyNKHn7EeGgaQxF8X6ybQY5ANhBKGCitxfTIM63_wIhpFjegymQzs/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKAwbZHE6HhKkxaPJOMv2M4xmcr1i2K47PzpVcI0tYzKvqNILgdtdbQ00aZnFw9GxfQPJGFOngZIWmbWyiNfduWKyNKHn7EeGgaQxF8X6ybQY5ANhBKGCitxfTIM63_wIhpFjegymQzs/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254115340724423442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU KNOW YOUR FROM LOUISIANA IF:</span><br /><br />1. You measure distance in minutes.<br /><br />2. You've ever had to switch from 'heat' to 'A/C' in the same day.<br /><br />3. You use 'fix' as a verb. Example: 'I'm fixing to go to the store '<br /><br />4. All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect or animal.<br /><br />5. You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.<br /><br />7. You carry jumper cables in your car...for your OWN car.<br /><br />8. You only own two spices: Tony's and Tabasco.<br /><br />9. The local papers cover national and international news on one page but require 6 pages for local gossip and sports.<br /><br />10. You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.<br /><br />11. You find 100 degrees Fahrenheit 'a little warm'.<br /><br />12. You know all four seasons: Deer Season, Duck Season, Crawfish Season, Summer.<br /><br />13. You know whether another LOUISIANIAN is from, north or south as soon as they start talking.<br /><br />14. Going to Wal-mart is a favorite past time known as "goin' Wal-martin'" or "off to Wally World."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXSGJcBdJyJJEu-yytm_-oL8rGcxmvyuEER2vFRWEy24L86hTp-2PSpWpdAvfi5s6-jnFA-vqE75bALr2CwQTsRM3TaTDWgNPwb36ld2HXQ2raZLQ8FyTxDW312HsokEYQoHVhKBJ0_w/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXSGJcBdJyJJEu-yytm_-oL8rGcxmvyuEER2vFRWEy24L86hTp-2PSpWpdAvfi5s6-jnFA-vqE75bALr2CwQTsRM3TaTDWgNPwb36ld2HXQ2raZLQ8FyTxDW312HsokEYQoHVhKBJ0_w/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114843331564530" border="0" /></a><br />15. You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good gumbo weather.<br /><br />16. A carbonated soft drink isn't a soda, cola or pop...it's a Coke, regardless of brand or flavor. Example: "What kinda coke you want?" "Dr. Pepper."<br /><br />17. Fried catfish is the other white meat.<br /><br />18. We don't need driver's ed...if our mama says we can drive, we can drive.<br /><br />hope you enjoyed these! Have a great night!hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-16030583472939765802008-10-03T10:37:00.000-07:002008-10-03T11:51:18.418-07:00My FamilyWell as I sat here trying to think of something to write I thought I should write about the most important things in my life. And one of the first things that came to my mind was my family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ12IyEQU6_HG2lFbnawf6OF1dtuVwaaO2dT4TQ-qo7fRdE8rl6fOwNkBYPZUkY3kLyfdx_TES-SpVtw0yqECOKURgiGj1vAJ9qyJ9rwopYuPS9CcEI_9e2iXIF703TK6hFH_H58-SJWo/s1600-h/IMG_1547.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ12IyEQU6_HG2lFbnawf6OF1dtuVwaaO2dT4TQ-qo7fRdE8rl6fOwNkBYPZUkY3kLyfdx_TES-SpVtw0yqECOKURgiGj1vAJ9qyJ9rwopYuPS9CcEI_9e2iXIF703TK6hFH_H58-SJWo/s320/IMG_1547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000453863134482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I guess I'll start with the youngest in our family, Moriah. She's 11yrs old and is the dramatic one in the family... well actually her and Abigail pretty much tie for that role but we'll get to that later. Anyway, Moriah loves to sing and she's actually pretty good at it. She also like to dance, draw, play outside and do pretty much anything that draws attention to herself. She's also my little helper. She'll do anything if I'm doing it with her. She always goes shopping with me and last Saturday she helped me wash all of our family's cars. Her and I get along pretty well although I do get impatient with her and sometimes I'm annoyed by her always wanting to do everything with me. She is very sweet though and most of the time I like hanging out with her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHDIb4Dv_26zrmWN9jA3yE2axYoskJdZaEboTzpRJs7euMSP3IZQ0f2uhiBvDUz-ZE07M3JvLIAnV1XG5u3ESojYqUJTFtzs68l_O800IS2XJIkV6LquV0x52sPD5y7zwb09EFqnX55M/s1600-h/IMG_1828.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHDIb4Dv_26zrmWN9jA3yE2axYoskJdZaEboTzpRJs7euMSP3IZQ0f2uhiBvDUz-ZE07M3JvLIAnV1XG5u3ESojYqUJTFtzs68l_O800IS2XJIkV6LquV0x52sPD5y7zwb09EFqnX55M/s320/IMG_1828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252986556753151954" border="0" /></a><br />Abigail is next in line she's kind of a wild card. She has a strong independent spirit, is very moody/emotional and doesn't like to be told what to do. She can be very funny however and usually has a witty comment to throw into any conversation. She loves riding horses, dancing, and singing. She'd love to be a famous singer or actor or pretty much anything that would make her famous. Our personalities are completely opposite so we pretty much drive each other crazy most of the time. We do share the upstairs bathroom and hall (thankfully we don't share a room anymore) so we've learned to compromise... which basically means I clean everything and complain all the time lol. Over all though we do get along for the most part. She's always ready to listen if I need to talk and we have had some pretty crazy times together. Life just wouldn't be the same if I didn't have to share it with her lol.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-nXQqMO4h8EcUP2lPuKUrUdk2wVNa87l7BCqpXIFoDQLVqfCt1k3-vTyHV13oOKywgSIN2IcERP7aWXxvB4gUKRtstX5LqWnuaNxWPUHg_c_UztVCqyETKtvCX8B8hrSDtqudyQ0IfU/s1600-h/IMG_1591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-nXQqMO4h8EcUP2lPuKUrUdk2wVNa87l7BCqpXIFoDQLVqfCt1k3-vTyHV13oOKywgSIN2IcERP7aWXxvB4gUKRtstX5LqWnuaNxWPUHg_c_UztVCqyETKtvCX8B8hrSDtqudyQ0IfU/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252992721402541490" border="0" /></a><br />Next is my brother, Joshua. He has to be the best big brother ever. He plays football for the University of Lafayette. When we were younger we used to fight all the time but when he got into highschool we started talking allot more and became really close. He still can aggravate the crap out of me sometimes but come on, that's what big brothers are for, right? I don't see him much now that he's in college but I enjoy the time we do get spend together even more.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixr8j-CutI7pxd559zO900jAxc5F0zxiL65svjzZLEh3AU21ShIK_iAS0xtlIuYAEBVWqoDWBDLUOhrF4QYV4CaTcAaQb1MVp_dAMwiDyP5DQ_QVoNtE_-ls1DlFj0EfQV3HSvfLQYu2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixr8j-CutI7pxd559zO900jAxc5F0zxiL65svjzZLEh3AU21ShIK_iAS0xtlIuYAEBVWqoDWBDLUOhrF4QYV4CaTcAaQb1MVp_dAMwiDyP5DQ_QVoNtE_-ls1DlFj0EfQV3HSvfLQYu2Y/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252992721723735394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QoS50qS5I3K1sFVecDajEAbzQxkFxXAuy8g5HXfIwiwDi1TiyHFZCUHHd-_sutnVKYqdkhsUHWagIBXtXEL7PJbn-NRKci71cfzhP9RbxzuNfhp25IgrYKCvbUHEOm6q30iGYKk10pM/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QoS50qS5I3K1sFVecDajEAbzQxkFxXAuy8g5HXfIwiwDi1TiyHFZCUHHd-_sutnVKYqdkhsUHWagIBXtXEL7PJbn-NRKci71cfzhP9RbxzuNfhp25IgrYKCvbUHEOm6q30iGYKk10pM/s320/IMG_1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253002010078486754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyK1gnSoWJpx88K3Q1-3tmi94LZNpqd52HiF4WuqEt-wVUuu-c-xVdJyTO_hPCS89ipOne4l5ouyiPkX-D9o91YOGLZXD7lUcxcJ6j5yrDc5Eiyt5BIQMfS28VHhHU3RCqkxRm8Bimig/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyK1gnSoWJpx88K3Q1-3tmi94LZNpqd52HiF4WuqEt-wVUuu-c-xVdJyTO_hPCS89ipOne4l5ouyiPkX-D9o91YOGLZXD7lUcxcJ6j5yrDc5Eiyt5BIQMfS28VHhHU3RCqkxRm8Bimig/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252998580265667666" border="0" /></a><br />and last but not least there's my parents. I'll admit right up front that I'm a total Daddy's girl. I think he's the best Daddy in the whole world and definately the smartest. He's an engineer so he's really good at math and knows all about roads and stuff. My Mom used to be an RN and so she always knows what to do when we have a medical problem. Both my parents are wonderful and I hope I'm half as good as they are when I become a parent.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJZqSZHgOVt1GGnlGJVF35usS8zBd4VVcaSQwFiDFW5nXDyfe83NGGm-t1PePun4uDIPBcG05KLLuaAmACUxy3i3ZimRQ7DQWw0j4MeLMxqPCYvdZTxzbirpJr2wIT9ddNkb-OxS6OCk/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJZqSZHgOVt1GGnlGJVF35usS8zBd4VVcaSQwFiDFW5nXDyfe83NGGm-t1PePun4uDIPBcG05KLLuaAmACUxy3i3ZimRQ7DQWw0j4MeLMxqPCYvdZTxzbirpJr2wIT9ddNkb-OxS6OCk/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252998602346677602" border="0" /></a>so that's us... We're not normal, we're not average, we're definately not "cool", but we are a family.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxVkOhwmijMsxykaA1CzcGbD9Oh40-0Oh8ukQekkKPUdJQ-W2A7UI4x1PxQ4vQizQDAlSGqV7Ab1NQ4YITnapbMTf0aQf0SCrviORNb-hJapVzMj44F1wZkNk84lFvkyoevta1bbldXk/s1600-h/000_5801.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxVkOhwmijMsxykaA1CzcGbD9Oh40-0Oh8ukQekkKPUdJQ-W2A7UI4x1PxQ4vQizQDAlSGqV7Ab1NQ4YITnapbMTf0aQf0SCrviORNb-hJapVzMj44F1wZkNk84lFvkyoevta1bbldXk/s320/000_5801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252999201310767618" border="0" /></a>hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-20473409132630998712008-10-01T17:34:00.000-07:002008-11-17T11:00:59.761-08:00The StanfordsGood evening everyone! Well today was a busy day for me. Most of my day was spent at the Stanfords. I don't even know how to begin to tell you about this incredible family. I began babysitting for this family about three years ago and my life has never been the same... in a good way ofcourse! This family is such a big part of my life I knew I needed to devote a blog post to them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97qs6XQuMsN7mB44yy4_wFdOnoc4vDB0P0BT5h8kKHMww11Quq7vmcPxQBLeb3UQ5YvgbZifUb-GGb59v5GQSSLbxFibeJx18TXPsJcVXGE8nc83CKYiZNHiZ2VS2ljqdGzqzITMSlOc/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97qs6XQuMsN7mB44yy4_wFdOnoc4vDB0P0BT5h8kKHMww11Quq7vmcPxQBLeb3UQ5YvgbZifUb-GGb59v5GQSSLbxFibeJx18TXPsJcVXGE8nc83CKYiZNHiZ2VS2ljqdGzqzITMSlOc/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253101225973335042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mrs. Jennifer and Mr. Jade have five amazing beautiful children.<br />At 11 years old Claire is the oldest and is a good help with the kids... most of the time anyways lol. I love to watch her play with her siblings. She gets frustrated with them sometimes (but come on, what older sibling doesn't??) but she can be so sweet to them and I really enjoy talking to her. She's pretty mature for her age and I have loved watching her grow up.<br /><br /><br />Ethan is the next oldest. He's my little man and such a sweetheart. Even though he's 5years old he'll still crawl up into my lap after his nap and sit with me. He also is my bug man. Just today he caught a gecko in the bathroom for me and later remarked that he'd do anything to protect his girls.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2SEvcdy57uz0ulLv3mkJEdtiGkdipY-iejtH74bOohXJrw3DhTDobygy9xmOsl0PXYzIcGxlw2_SmMl0Uo1sk4t2GYgs6fvZTKo6V2KxNibfz_zO5L2dzYIpddBBkykmwvCQ5GmybDQ/s1600-h/ethan+with+blanket.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2SEvcdy57uz0ulLv3mkJEdtiGkdipY-iejtH74bOohXJrw3DhTDobygy9xmOsl0PXYzIcGxlw2_SmMl0Uo1sk4t2GYgs6fvZTKo6V2KxNibfz_zO5L2dzYIpddBBkykmwvCQ5GmybDQ/s320/ethan+with+blanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253101225256782802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-5MqfVMiPzr0aAHegbsof56UieC5jnY8NqTrzenHNNv7IRorSyPcGDC5Wws10ZUvQ0wcYu_I4TOdkc6He7SEuB_WbLJbT23eDZQFBqgWvYUfL6S6GnTjWuq5uru93dF-yHoLgFTDf-Y/s1600-h/blythe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-5MqfVMiPzr0aAHegbsof56UieC5jnY8NqTrzenHNNv7IRorSyPcGDC5Wws10ZUvQ0wcYu_I4TOdkc6He7SEuB_WbLJbT23eDZQFBqgWvYUfL6S6GnTjWuq5uru93dF-yHoLgFTDf-Y/s320/blythe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253107363002685042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Blythe could almost be Ethan's twin being only 11months younger. She's just a mess. She always has something to say and usually it makes me laugh. She is quite the drama queen, princess, and tomboy all in one. She is a beautiful girl and is growing so fast.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3hDWGYO3zC5WMPN1DiHRvF7d0nY8rLHvOejYB8LdjY7CxZ2hE71Q-yGVPj8TEOd4SKJ5YgQzvIwFUM1JI97Wu1EoGV_qKt1m4u7Qt40xtP8l7aMgUAX5JtC-ARlEqpGUV7IBxu2dBoE/s1600-h/owen+with+christmas+hat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3hDWGYO3zC5WMPN1DiHRvF7d0nY8rLHvOejYB8LdjY7CxZ2hE71Q-yGVPj8TEOd4SKJ5YgQzvIwFUM1JI97Wu1EoGV_qKt1m4u7Qt40xtP8l7aMgUAX5JtC-ARlEqpGUV7IBxu2dBoE/s320/owen+with+christmas+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253107886599474770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Owen is next in line and is 100% boy. He's my special Owie Bowie. I started babysitting for them about two months before he was born so I've been able to watch him grow from day one. I love being able to just sit and watch him play and have conversations with him. Today we had about a 15min conversation about sharks. He's always doing the funniest (and boyish) things. Two weeks ago I went outside where the children were playing and Ethan showed me where Owen had pooped in a bucket. I just had to laugh. I mean who would even think to poop in a bucket??<br />Ok well last but not least in Evelyn Kate.<br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kids/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNUF0thkoeyTKj__cUHN7JI9qfILiZ7PEByLACA0BOP9_R1190LgIEbvGSKPEIhzpA51ueSPHyk1vGSqvrum5Z8vSVyaRZ9LHOgjiCh0ZlOyB0BIm8u2jOt-4sNppH8zpD9i_py3nZ-c/s1600-h/evie+on+couch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNUF0thkoeyTKj__cUHN7JI9qfILiZ7PEByLACA0BOP9_R1190LgIEbvGSKPEIhzpA51ueSPHyk1vGSqvrum5Z8vSVyaRZ9LHOgjiCh0ZlOyB0BIm8u2jOt-4sNppH8zpD9i_py3nZ-c/s320/evie+on+couch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253101219401224098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My Evie Bevie. She is about 10 months (I think). She's a precious baby and is so sweet and chubby. I love just squeezing her little fat thighs. She just started pulling up on things and she crawls a million miles and hour.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-w9O662ev330VAG2WusalOPx63ds9axkXnV3JaonpmPuYJhFVAvGuBrdERHjmcjwQbfHQD93UB0ji3vYP2oGtXUAS2cMVw_eXHQKoxvcjsuVp0kihTh89M9wofcxlsVsiYyWAgN3_yc/s1600-h/jennifer+and+jade+on+beach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-w9O662ev330VAG2WusalOPx63ds9axkXnV3JaonpmPuYJhFVAvGuBrdERHjmcjwQbfHQD93UB0ji3vYP2oGtXUAS2cMVw_eXHQKoxvcjsuVp0kihTh89M9wofcxlsVsiYyWAgN3_yc/s320/jennifer+and+jade+on+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253104054143301954" border="0" /></a>Now that I've talked about the children I have to talk about their parents, Mrs. Jennifer and Mr. Jade. Again I don't even know how to begin to describe these amazing people. I have to say that Mrs. Jennifer might just be the coolest mom ever. She a stay at home mom and homeschools all of her children. Even though she's almost forty she looks no older than 28 and her spirit is even younger. I could sit and talk to her forever. She loves to bake and sew and do just about anything that uses her creativeness. I don't know how she does it but she is an amazing Mom to all five of her kids. And even more than that she is a great wife to her husband. I love it when I get to hang out at their house when everyones home, including papa, and just watch how they interact with each other.<br /><br /><br />Although I don't see Mr. Jade very much I do enjoy it when he's home for a few minutes. He's very smart and loves playin with his kids. He has a great sense of humor and reminds me allot of my Dad. I love hearing Mrs. Jennifer talk about her and Mr. Jade... how they met and then their wedding and just their everyday life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYakM6hlQ2wc246c3ZeK4gyXaqlHYM-Ntfe8N9f3KPh5MAiH3N3XH7PAX0o6vwHe21UAyIw79RYlhyEOj_Jm0XlHalilMKG9D1FvjF3CzexCF4cJOICIMoV8BpoduiPnROh7cazMnP03o/s1600-h/claire+and+evie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYakM6hlQ2wc246c3ZeK4gyXaqlHYM-Ntfe8N9f3KPh5MAiH3N3XH7PAX0o6vwHe21UAyIw79RYlhyEOj_Jm0XlHalilMKG9D1FvjF3CzexCF4cJOICIMoV8BpoduiPnROh7cazMnP03o/s320/claire+and+evie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253109614062466578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This blog doesn't do this family justice. If I told you everything I wanted to I'd be writing for days. Being able to spend the last three years growing with this family has been an experience I wouldn't trade for anything. I've grown to love this family as if they were my own. Although keeping up with five kids isn't always easy I do enjoy doing it. The funny and sweet moments definitely make up for the hard ones.<br />Ok well It's getting late and I have some homework I need to do so unfortunately I must bring this blog to a close. I hope you've enjoyed reading this! Oh and by the way Claire has a blog reallyrosemary.blogspot.com and Mrs. Jennifer's blog is at jenniferstanford.typepad.com. Well I hope you all have a wonderful evening!hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-52576789244791224742008-09-27T11:36:00.000-07:002008-09-27T11:43:58.960-07:00Just a Little Suggestion...<div style="text-align: center;"> " <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Just a lil suggestion for </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">you later on in life~Don't </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">place 100% of yourself into any one</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">earthly thing.... cause if it leaves</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">or crumbles your left with nothin!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">He's the only one who will never</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">leave you, no matter what. Keep your</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">eyes on the prize!! I love you."</span></strong></em></div> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">one of the people i love most wrote this note in my church notebook a little over two years ago.<br />When I filled up that notebook I tore out that sheet of paper and taped it to the inside of my Bible.<br />What is written in that note is one of the best suggestions anyone could ever give me.<br />It's one of those things that I've grown up being taught, but I still need to be reminded of often.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">So many times we get caught up in our everyday life that we tend to put God on the back burner. Sure, He's still a part of our life.... but honestly, God's not supposed to be "a part" of our life--<br />He should BE our life.<br />........but how can He be our life if we don't spend time<br />talking to Him,<br />reading His word,<br />listening to His word be taught,<br />and fellowshipping with other believers??<br /></span></p> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">What's said in this note is so important--</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">so many times we pour our lives into earthly things</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">things that honestly, could crumble at any minute...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In all the crazy stuff that goes on in this world</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">we need to keep our eyes fixed on Jesus</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">we need to see everything in the light of eternity</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">all the things that we pour our time, money, emotions etc into--</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">will they matter in eternity??</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Are they growing us as Christians and advancing His kingdom?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Or are we more focused on other things...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">things that may not necissarily be "bad"</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">but are slowing taking Christ's place in our lives.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Turn your eyes upon Jesus,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Look full in his wonderful face,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the things of this earth will grow strangely dim</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In the light of His glory and grace"</span><br /><br /></span></div>hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-37297556420517268352008-09-05T14:52:00.000-07:002008-09-07T18:55:42.859-07:00GustavWell as some of you might know Louisiana was hit by hurricane Gustav Monday, September 1st. To be honest I didn't put much thought into the hurricane. And to be honest if I thought about it at all I was a little excited. I mean seeing all the wind and rain is really cool and hey maybe we'll get a few extra days off from school.... I don't know why I didn't put much thought into it. After all I'd been through Katrina only 3 years ago. I knew what a hurricane could do. But I guess I was just so caught up in my own life and routine that I didn't put much thought into it.<br /><br />Well Monday morning Gustav hit. The winds were crazy, 80 to 90mph gusts. Siting in my room upstairs I could feel the house shaking. Coming downstairs I saw that a tree in our front yard had already fallen over. Around 9am we lost power. A few pieces of siding flew off our house and our outdoor ceiling fan lost a blade that almost flew right at our window. But by Monday night the worst of Gustav had passed us, but the real storm was only beginning.<br /><br />By Tuesday morning the temperature in our house was quickly rising. By lunch it was 85 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">de</span>grees, plus the typical Louisiana humidity. What was worse was that because we have our own well when we lose power we also lose water. No showers, we couldn't wash our hands, and worse, we couldn't even flush our toilets. It stunk... literally. Lying in my bed Tuesday night I was so hot I couldn't sleep and since my room is right next to the bathroom a rather unpleasant odor kept floating into my room... I woke up Wednesday morning in a pretty bad mood and unfortunately the rest of my family wasn't doing much better. Since Tuesday my daddy has been working from 5am till after 9pm so he wasn't home much and we were all missing him. So Wednesday night I was lying in my bed hot and nasty and feeling pretty sorry for myself. I was miserable.<br /><br />But then I heard my brother mention his friend Emily-her whole family had sat in a hallway during the storm monday waiting for a huge tree that was partway uprooted to fall right on their house. One had already fallen on the back portion of their house. And then I heard about a friend of mine who described his house as a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hotdog</span> since it had a tree right down the middle of it. I went riding around our city that day only to see many many huge trees uprooted and several that had fallen on houses. My friends van got a huge dent in it because a tree limb hit it. While lying in bed I began to realize how blessed I was. Even though I wasn't exactly comfortable, compared to allot of people I was only experiencing slight discomfort. I realized that I had been incredibly selfish and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">slef</span>-centered throughout the whole thing. Only thinking of myself and my problems and how terrible my life was. I really needed a reality check. I knew I needed to praise God even in the midst of my storm... even when I wasn't exactly happy with my circumstances. I had allot to be thankful for. My family was safe and I was safe. We had food and water and a roof over our head. That was more than allot of people had. I got my Bible out and started reading Psalms (by flashlight) and started praying. I had the best quiet time I'd had in a while. Thursday actually turned out to be a much better day. Three people called that morning to offer us warm showers at their house and a neighbor invited my sisters and I to go swimming at his house that afternoon. One of my good friends came swimming too and she talked about how she was actually enjoying not having power-getting to do everything the old fashioned way and spending allot of time with her family and stuff. I was like wow. Here she is going through the same thing I'm going through but she's actually making the best of it and praising God throughout the whole thing. I was amazed (you can read her blog about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gustav</span> at www.daybyday-lydia.blogspot.com). Well Thursday evening our power came back on-Praise God! And I have to say I appreciated it way more than I ever have.<br /><br />Looking back on it I can't say I would do it over again but there are definitely some positive things that happened because of Gustav. I had the opportunity to read some really great books. I spent allot more time with my family than I usually do. One night we were all so hot none of us could sleep so somehow we all ended up in my parents room and just hung out and talked for a while. And we often sat out on our porch (the coolest place to be) and just talked about whatever. My grandmother came and stayed with us too. That was a unique experience. Because we hardly ever see her it was a little awkward at first but as the days went by we became comfortable in each others presence and actually enjoyed each others company. I also had allot of time to spend reading the Bible, praying, and just spending time in God's presence. Something I can be too busy for at times. So even though it wasn't a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">totally</span> pleasant experience I learned to praise God, even in the storm.<br /><br /><br /><pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Blessed Be Your Name, In the land that is plentiful<br />Where Your streams of abundance flow, Blessed be Your name<br /><br />Blessed Be Your name, When I'm found in the desert place<br />Though I walk through the wilderness, Blessed Be Your name<br /><br />Every blessing You pour out , I'll turn back to praise<br />When the darkness closes in, Lord, Still I will say<br /><br />Blessed be the name of the Lord, Blessed be Your name<br />Blessed be the name of the Lord, Blessed be Your glorious name<br /><br />Blessed be Your name, When the sun's shining down on me<br />When the world's 'all as it should be', Blessed be Your name<br /><br />Blessed be Your name, On the road marked with suffering<br />Though there's pain in the offering , Blessed be Your name<br /><br />You give and take away, You give and take away<br />My heart will choose to say, Lord, blessed be Your name</span></pre><br /><br />oh and how could I forget. I also had the wonderful opportunity of talking with Ryan this afternoon. It made my day a whole lot brighter ;)hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341945548111978702.post-61677971024266992262008-09-05T08:45:00.000-07:002008-09-05T10:07:56.512-07:00This is Real, This is MeWell I've sat here for over 30 minutes trying to come up with something intellectual and thought provoking... something that has deep spiritual meaning that will cause you to ponder my words for weeks to come and perhaps eventually bring you to some life changing moment.<br /><br />Unfortunately I am unable to come up with anything even close to that. To be honest I can't come up with anything to write... So I'm just going to start by telling you a little bit about myself because I think words are allot more meaningful when you know the person they're coming from.<br /><br />So my name's Hannah. I'm homeschooled. If you want to know more about that look it up in Wikipedia. I can be very sarcastic and my mom says I have "a different kind of humor"... whatever that means. My favorite color is lime green. I'm committed to save my self for my husband-physically and emotionally. I hate the smell of flamingos. I'm not the girl with a million purses and pairs of shoes. I love orange juice and colored gold fish (but not together). I absolutely love children and consequently I babysit.... ALLOT. Facebook is my love... and it's wayyy better than Myspace. I love reading... but I'm not into historical novels and theological books and all that stuff. I am a germaphobic and ocd about everything. I hate making decisions and I wish I were more knowledgeable about politics. Randomness rocks. I'm not miss popularity and I don't have a million friends, but the friends I do have are truly amazing and I am so blessed to share their friendship.<br /><br />But the most important person in my life is my best friend, Jesus Christ. He's always with me and I know He loves me. I truly could not live without Him. I strive everyday to grow our relationship and follow Him. He's the reason I'm here and He's the reason I am who I am today and where I am today.<br /><br /><br /><b><span class="txt_1">"In Christ alone my hope is found<br />He is my light, my strength, my song<br />This Cornerstone, this solid ground<br />Firm through the fiercest drought and storm<br /><br />What heights of love, what depths of peace<br />When fears are stilled, when strivings cease<br />My Comforter, my All in All<br />Here in the love of Christ I stand"<br /><br /><br /></span></b><span class="txt_1"><br />Oh and I promised my friend that I would mention him in my first blog. His name's Ryan and he's a really cool guy that I've been given the privilege of getting to know over the past few months. So Ryan, here you go-your shining moment!! =)<br /><br /> </span><b><span class="txt_1"><br /></span></b>hannah elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10674336674521099399noreply@blogger.com2