<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656</id><updated>2012-02-02T11:34:36.140-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><title type='text'>Charity Out and About</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-4703568655082262207</id><published>2012-01-24T21:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:38:24.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While.</title><content type='html'>Due to my 5 Min Power nap I am now wide awake. Curse the power nap right before bedtime!&lt;div&gt;I've had a lot of interesting changes happen recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First major one. I decided not to go back to Thailand long term. I am planning a short trip (I have to get my stuff that I left). But I felt God was closing that door. I don't know why or what is planned now but I am at peace with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second... I got a full time job. As much as I wish at times it wasn't this I am working at a daycare. It never seems to end. I have been raised and breed to work with Children. Sometimes I feel like it's the easy fall back. But I don't take this job lightly. Sure I get to play with toys and I paint butts for a living (We use Q-tips to apply creams to sensitive bottoms) But God has put me here for such a time as this. Every time I hold a child in my arms I have the unique opportunity to pray over them. To pray that they would grow to become Godly men and women. That if they do not know of him now that they will meet those people in their future who will tell them and that their hearts would be open to the Spirit's prompting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third... I'm getting my own place.... Well an apartment with a roommate. Which for me isn't that new considering the many places I have lived and the MANY roommates I have had. However this is in Michigan and it is NOT my parents house. You have noooo idea how excited I am to be moving out of my parents and to have my own place again. To cook my own meals. Wash my clothes and dry them when ever I want and I don't have to wait for the weather to be nice! Invite people over and have young people parties without feeling guilty because I've also had to kick my parents out to do so. I am sooo excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do miss the "old life" I miss the adventure that came with it. Sometimes it's easy to forget the hard times that came with it. But even though I remember them I still miss the "old days". I miss those seasons of Discipleship  24/7. I have some of that here but it's harder when you have to work around other schedules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Colorado. I especially miss my friends from there.  I know many have moved on as well but you will always be there in my mind. And for the ones still there.... I may show up again. Course as to how many actually have read this blog is probably not many so it may be a surprise when I do show up even though I did give you warning on here. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-4703568655082262207?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4703568655082262207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/4703568655082262207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/4703568655082262207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While.'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-6809683077189901969</id><published>2011-05-06T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:50:33.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been sitting here staring at the blank text box thinking "Do I dare be honest?" While I don't think this blog is read by that many people or at all on a regular basis. I think I actually read it more then anyone else. Basically this blog has become my journal. I find it easier to type the words out then to try writing them. &lt;div&gt; I wish I knew what was up with my life. Even though I never had big plans in my life my life has been pretty organized (even that could be laughable) But recently my life is so turned upside down and around and pushed forward and backwards that I don't know which way is up, down or where I should be looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a visionary..... sure I have some dreams and ideas for the future but I don't see the big picture. I don't dream big....That's why I like working for dreamers.... However it overwhelms me because when I am around big dreamers I feel insecure and my foundation shaken. I like foundation. I like consistency. I like having organization to an extent. Still I am not someone who needs to have EVERYTHING always the same and organized because that to would drive me nuts. I do like some change but I think I prefer it in small doses or much preparation.  But I still like to work with the big dreamers. Every leader I have had since I left home in the last 10 years have been Big Dreamers. It shakes my core and unnerves me but God keeps putting me with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently however I have had an overwhelming desire to not be apart of big dreams. But to do simple.... Get a job, find a home, go to school, just give money and some time here and there. I know, I know, for you who are doing that, it's not that simple and it wouldn't be for me either. But I like the thought behind it of consistency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planting roots for me is difficult. But when I do end up planting those roots, I plant them deep. Which makes it hard to plant in the next place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just get a monthly plan from God. I don't need to know my whole plan but if He could give me a monthly calendar before each month save me many questions. Shoot I would even be happy for a week. I'm flexible I can handle that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-6809683077189901969?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6809683077189901969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-been-sitting-here-staring-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/6809683077189901969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/6809683077189901969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-been-sitting-here-staring-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-2589737927352546929</id><published>2011-04-28T22:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:56:10.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Against Status Quo</title><content type='html'>Being back in Michigan wasn't what I had in my plans. I for sure didn't see that coming. My plan was to go to Thailand and be there for a year. Come back to renew my visa and head back. I went but due to circumstances I am now back again 5 months later. It's been hard being back because I sense the questions..... Or maybe it's just me. "What? She's back? Wasn't she going to be gone longer? What happened? Could she not handle it? Did something go wrong? Is she going back? She should have just stayed. Maybe it was to rough?"&lt;div&gt;Personally I don't like where I'm at. Personally I don't like not knowing what's going to happen. How long am I going to be here? I'm broke. I have no money, no airfare back to the place I am calling home. People are involved in their lives and it's hard to work into that. My Friends are all over the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask..... God couldn't I just get a job, and apartment, Involve myself in the lives of youth around me where I can actually communicate with them. It wouldn't be easier but it would be more solidified. At least I would hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not stupid enough to know that it would make life easier. But after these last few years there is something so appealing about working a "normal" job. Where I can say I worked this many hours and I know I will get this much money.  I desire normalcy. I desire to be steady. Try out the other side of the fence and try that grass..... I probably would be ready to be back to my life in no time because despite this desire right now. This life style I am living, well it's in my blood. I would be ready to head out again in no time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoot.... I'm just rambling. I don't even know if this makes any sense. If you are reading this by some chance. I hope it doesn't confuse you. But it boils down to this. God is faithful and He always will be. No matter what He has me doing in life, I will be obedient to what I know he has me doing. I will continue to be faithful to Him because he has shown me nothing but love, protection and provision and just because He is who He says He is. And I know, that I know, that I know, that I know, that he is the one and only true God who doesn't change. He will always be the same as He was yesterday, today and tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is what it boils down to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-2589737927352546929?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2589737927352546929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/04/fighting-against-status-quo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/2589737927352546929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/2589737927352546929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/04/fighting-against-status-quo.html' title='Fighting Against Status Quo'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-4317198214209813397</id><published>2011-04-11T10:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:08:45.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing against what seems to be walls.</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my friend today and I told her this comment: "I'm just mad at man kind right now!"  Due to a circumstance of frustration (being at war with United).  And my friend said something interesting to me that made total sense! She said " Charity, I feel like this, it, all of it, it's much deeper then that. Deeper then man kind." &lt;div&gt;Well I don't know about you but I had a forehead slapping moment! OF COURSE! It is much deeper then that. It's not against flesh and blood that I'm at war with. I am at war with the enemy of the King. Suddenly Months of struggles flashed before my eyes. Mostly in the financial aspect but also emotional, physical and spiritual struggles. It's been happening in all areas of my life. It's been little things here and there. Some bigger things as well.... But in the mist of it I had forgotten that my battle isn't against flesh and blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like that baby bird that struggled to get out of the egg.... It pushed and pecked it's way out, exhausted and free it looks up to see that it's in another egg. And then another and another and another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that God never promised it would be easy. But sometimes I want to find the easy way out and try that road. Course me being oh so smart knows that that road is only going to bring worse things so I continue on this dang hard road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I just wish that I would find a jack pot with a good looking prince sitting on it next to a new home that was deeded to me by some distant relative that had payed all the bills for the rest of my life,  a maid coming to daily, a garage with good reliable working vehicles and an IPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey.... It could happen here... and it will for sure happen in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-4317198214209813397?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4317198214209813397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/04/pushing-against-what-seems-to-be-walls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/4317198214209813397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/4317198214209813397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/04/pushing-against-what-seems-to-be-walls.html' title='Pushing against what seems to be walls.'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-3563017957146216804</id><published>2011-02-17T21:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:52:20.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Single</title><content type='html'>One of the things that drives me nuts being a single person is how the world views it. I went to my grandfathers mega church in Ohio where I scanned through a bulletin. On it was advertising a group for the singles in the church. It said "Single? Come join us at _____ ______" That question irked me....  To me is said " Oh your single..... I'm so sorry about that. Why don't we put you in a group of other single people in hopes that maybe you will luck out and find your soul mate.&lt;div&gt;Society looks at singleness as a disease. Like it's something wrong with you if your single. It's a thought process that has seeped into our youth and kids as well. We are matching our children with our best friends children when they are still in their cradles. The world tells us that we are not complete until we are matched with someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a status that comes with being married. Being 28 and single, I find that at times I do not receive respect that someone who is married would receive. That my God given gifts aren't good enough for something because I am not married.  My choices and decisions can't be really trusted because I haven't been married and there is not a man in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are always exceptions to this rule. There are always people who recognize that you are who you are and it doesn't change because of being married or not. I love those people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am content being single. I have enjoyed it very much. I have been able to do things in my life because I am single that I would have never been able to do if I was married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I hope someday to find out who that guy is who will love and cherish me. Someone that I can love and respect in return. But I am not going to base my life on it. I'm going to keep walking out the direction that God sends me in and God is going to take care of the rest. I will not treat singleness as a disease or curse but as a blessing. I am not going to shrink back from what God has for me because of my marital status.  If your single enjoy it. Chances are you will have more time being married in your life then you will be single. If your married.... Congrats! I'm thrilled for you. Just remember not to treat those who are still single as they are waiting for their life to start. Their life has been going on for a while now. Look at the person and the heart and not at the marital status! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-3563017957146216804?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/3563017957146216804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/3563017957146216804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/3563017957146216804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-single.html' title='Being Single'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-1756649710674794669</id><published>2011-02-15T06:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:22:16.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Events</title><content type='html'>Usually there are many mini events that take place in a day. Today I feel like that was one of those days for me when it was one moment to the next. First of living in a foreign country I have a real sense of appreciation for the creators of communication on the internet. From Facebook, Gmail, Skype etc. They have been my connection to the people I love and cherish far away from me. It also was a opening to frustrations today.... it was more in the form of a business. United Airlines... They have me on the border of being really pissed off right now. I feel like they ripped me off of $600 and "there is nothing they can do about it" Right.. So money doesn't grow on trees for me. And I called them back as soon as I realized the mistake. And now I am being tossed to and from person. "I'm sorry there is nothing I can do about it" What happened to integrity and honest dealings? I understand that they want to make a profit but honestly if they would work with me on this problem I would be more willing to fly with them again in the future. Right now I want to tell everyone I know "DON'T FLY UNITED!" &lt;div&gt;The regular ole joe doesn't have money to dish out. I wasn't expecting to lose that much money out of my account either to United it may not be that much but to me it's a fortune!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.. I feel like I went off a tangent there. But it's fresh on my mind....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to how awesome the people in my life are..... The people in my life are such a blessing to me and I am glad that none of you work for United!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-1756649710674794669?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1756649710674794669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/02/mini-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1756649710674794669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1756649710674794669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/02/mini-events.html' title='Mini Events'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-7770785193492103423</id><published>2011-02-08T10:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:06:00.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am.... living in Thailand. Sometimes I sit back and wonder, could this really be real? I look back on my life and during those times of reflection, I wonder. How is it I have lived this life?How could this small farm girl from a simple life get to where I am today? I know that there is only one way. It's been about relationship the whole time. Only relationship would get me here. But I still have a sense of awe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not superwoman. I'm not someone who has it all together. In fact to have someone tell me that I do would make me laugh. I have struggled, oh I have struggled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a journey and it's not been easy. I know that the future isn't going to be easy. But God has been faithful to me every step of the way. Sometimes I doubted. Sometimes I didn't see a way through. But He's been oh so faithful to me all the time and He's going to be faithful to me in those future struggles. He's good all the time and his nature and character will never change because that is who he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep reminding myself of that very fact. All the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-7770785193492103423?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7770785193492103423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/02/here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/7770785193492103423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/7770785193492103423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2011/02/here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-8126059617660058073</id><published>2010-12-28T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:36:48.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony of Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Ward Family and I had the privilege to be apart of a testimony service. A Believer in a village called together the surrounding believers. His testimony of God’s faithfulness was inspiring and one that many of us can relate to. Maybe not the situation, but the outcome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He’s a farmer. It’s harvest season for his cabbages. As he’s harvesting he prays. “Lord, This is your crop. Maybe I could get 5 Baht for kilo of Cabbage. ( It is about 30 Thai Baht to 1 American Dollar.) Please provide I want to testify of your faithfulness.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He arrives to market to find out that he is not going to get 5 Baht for his Cabbages… Instead he will receive 7 Baht for his cabbages. What a blessing to his family, church and community!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So he called together everyone to testify at God’s goodness. There was song, testimony, eating and fellowship. There was a spirit of joy in that place! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I was sitting there I got to thinking about the blessings that God has given me. So many times we have such joy because of the blessing. But soon we forget about that blessing when the next hard time comes around. We forget about God’s goodness and provision. We forget that He is bigger then our problems. We forget that He never changes. He’s the same God of the blessings of the past and will be the same God with the blessings in the future as well. He won’t change that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-8126059617660058073?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8126059617660058073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/12/testimony-of-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/8126059617660058073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/8126059617660058073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/12/testimony-of-blessing.html' title='Testimony of Blessing'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-6012458638169063210</id><published>2010-12-21T23:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:08:42.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>I think everyone has had times where they wish they could change their life and be someone else. Change the things that we don't like about ourselves, situations in our lives, difficult people around us. We see people who's lives seem to look so much better. We wish and fantasies about our different lives. There are chat rooms, websites and technology that helps us pretend to be someone else for a time being. But what if we stopped pretending and actually work towards being ourselves only better? &lt;div&gt;I've been thinking of the new life that God has for us. How he has the promise land all set up for us to walk into yet most of us are like the majority of the Israelites.  We look and see the giants in the land so we freak out and say no way are we going to be able to go in and claim that land. It looks to hard. So we end up wandering in the desert and never see the promise land. Or are we a Caleb and Joshua? Who looked at the Promise Land and said " Yes we so can go in and claim it as our land... look who our GOD is! " They are the only two guys who got to go into the promise land. They got to experience their new life! They got to walk around and be apart of the new life God had for them. They got to walk in it..... To me that sounds like the most exciting thing to know the promise that God has given you and to be able to walk in it. I've experienced it myself. I know the joy and excitement when it comes to walking in the promises of God.  Why don't you walk in those promises everyday? Why shouldn't you walk in them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is holding you back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is new life in the Promises of God. Your choose is....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-6012458638169063210?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6012458638169063210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/6012458638169063210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/6012458638169063210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-4139317093587478460</id><published>2010-06-03T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:52:06.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinging to my Foundation</title><content type='html'>We just had something come to light with our family that has shaken us. It does not shock me how sin effects not just one's self, But many around you. It's the same with the blessings as well. They too can effect those around you. But the sins, ohhhh, let me tell you, are not easy at all to get through. It makes me thankful for a Foundation to cling to and a Source of Strength to tap into. The hardest thing is watching events unfold and the broken hearts of those involved. Disappointment, sorrow, disbelief, uncertianty, protectiveness etc.&lt;br /&gt;For me it's those feelings....  my heart and mind cry out to my Father... "Oh God, bring wisdom, bring peace, bring healing, bring forgiveness, bring repentance, bring strength, bring protection. May you be in the center of the ashes! My heart crys out to you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;I am clinging to You, I need your strength and reassurance that you will walk through this with us.  I need to be reasured of the fact that I am not spirling uncontrolably by myself and that my foot is indeed still on a frim foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Please.. I beg you.... Pray with me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-4139317093587478460?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4139317093587478460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/06/clinging-to-my-foundation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/4139317093587478460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/4139317093587478460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/06/clinging-to-my-foundation.html' title='Clinging to my Foundation'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-1270849762959464919</id><published>2010-04-13T09:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:40:14.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning lessons from a 4 year old</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was called upon to watch 6 children for 6 hours. Fisher is 4 years old and he taught me something new yesterday. Did you know that when you are washing your hands, after putting the soap on your hands you can totally blow huge bubbles by making a ring out with your fingers? I KNOW!!! Why didn't I think of that! All these years I thought you had to have a stick with a ring on the end and liquid soap and water... I NEVER thought to use my fingers as the ring! I was blown away by this new discovery. I wonder if a 27 year old can do it or if you have to be 4? I think I will test it and see. It could save me hours from being bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-1270849762959464919?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1270849762959464919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning-lessons-from-4-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1270849762959464919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1270849762959464919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning-lessons-from-4-year-old.html' title='Learning lessons from a 4 year old'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-2806007326003401944</id><published>2010-03-10T16:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:01:29.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on to the past that is the future</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my favorite coffee shop the Looney Bean. There is a sad sense within me. On Sunday my Father and two of my sibs are suppose to be arriving in Colorado to help me move. I am moving back in with the family in Michigan. I know that this is right and I am suppose to walking in this direction. Yet it's an overwhelming sense to me that this is going to be the last time here. I don't know if I will ever find another place that is soooo great like the Looney Bean. I am sitting in the corner, by myself. It feels wrong. Like there should be someone with me right now. There have been so many people in my life at different times. People coming in and out. People who love and care for me. And most of the time I would enjoy this time of being by myself. But right now I just wish I had someone sitting in the chair across from me. &lt;div&gt;Someone to distract me from the emotions at hand. I have been pretty shut off from any emotions so far. It just hit me and has about knocked me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might have to do with the fact that this is my last chance to be at the middle school youth group @ the Grove. I have been apart of this group for years now. I have been there when the 6th graders came in and have been there when the 8th graders moved on. I have passed out numerous hugs, cried on, been the "mean one" and told them to knock it off, listened to stories, laughed at their antics. It's been so much fun. It's also been challenging. Well worth it for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a huge part of my life. And tonight... It's over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sit here by myself... Waiting on the Lord... asking him for his reassurance. Because right now I just want to curl up and not move. However I think if I did that in the Looney Bean they might have to call to have me removed and I don't think that would be a wise idea. So I move forward. One step at a time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-2806007326003401944?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2806007326003401944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-on-to-past-that-is-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/2806007326003401944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/2806007326003401944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-on-to-past-that-is-future.html' title='Moving on to the past that is the future'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-5367445682352677595</id><published>2010-03-06T03:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:36:51.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3:30 AM</title><content type='html'>Isn't funny how when you are allowed to sleep you can't and when you aren't allowed you really want to? That's how it is for me this morning. It's even a Saturday! Shesh I can't win. &lt;div&gt;I recently got back from a trip to India. Having had jet lag all last week and being sick, I don't know why I am not sleeping. But hey, since I am not sleeping I figured my blog could use a update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of big changes happening in my life here in about a weeks time. I'm moving back to Michigan for 6 months. I haven't lived in Michigan in 9 years. Not only am I moving back but I am moving back in with the parents. I think that weirds me out more then anything. I look forward to it too, don't get me wrong. The main goal is to spend time with the family and friends before I head to Thailand for a year. It's something that God put in my heart and I know that this is the right steps for me. But I can't deny that I am nervous. It's a major change in my life. I have become very use to and comfortable with the community lifestyle that I lived the last 9 years.  So my goal going home. Is to serve wherever I can. I have a few trips I want to take as well to connect with people. To prepare for Thailand. To support raise. Most importantly to learn how to depend on God in a whole new light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-5367445682352677595?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5367445682352677595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/03/330-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/5367445682352677595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/5367445682352677595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2010/03/330-am.html' title='3:30 AM'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-5111787249820887123</id><published>2009-11-23T14:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:02:00.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I am not a big fan of planning detailed stuff. I can do it and have been doing, but it really is not my thing. It's really stretching really. I have been trying to plan outreach. For 8 people including myself. Planning outreach can be fun if you know what your doing. It's difficult trying to plan something where you have never been and think of questions to ask the people you are in communication with. It's easy to plan for something where my own language is spoken. But what about the places that english isn't widely known?&lt;div&gt;Anyways, all that to say that planning outreach is getting to me and I am about to pull my hair out and be bald. So just beware if you see me with no hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-5111787249820887123?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5111787249820887123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/11/planning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/5111787249820887123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/5111787249820887123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/11/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-1767274736230340103</id><published>2009-11-01T14:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:48:39.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Make Decisions.</title><content type='html'>I feel like the last few months has been God putting the obvious into my lap. Telling me "Ok... Let's do this" &lt;div&gt;I have struggled with stepping out into the unknown and taking a risk. Stepping into something that is out of my comfort zone. Stepping into something that has been on my heart and really just diving in. But it has been a process to get me to where I am. I am in the process of walking in that decisions. I don't have all the details figured out and I don't know what it's going to totally look like. But I know that I am walking true and right. I am excited. I am scared. I am sad. But I know that I have caught the heart of the Father. I am running with it. That makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-1767274736230340103?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1767274736230340103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/11/trying-to-make-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1767274736230340103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1767274736230340103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/11/trying-to-make-decisions.html' title='Trying to Make Decisions.'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-1454148232690457640</id><published>2009-09-07T17:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:20:27.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All In A Days Work</title><content type='html'>Labor Day turned out to be just that! We started work at 7am. The truck bed full of corn ears pulled up to the start of our assembly line. &lt;div&gt; You have the huskers, someone blanching, the people cutting the corn off the cob and the person scooping it into gallon Ziplock bags.  Ear after Ear... I begin to see visions of more and more corn. I think it will be apart of my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something very satisfying about working so hard and seeing the profit from that hard day of work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My arms are sore from cutting corn for 7 hours and I am almost about to fall asleep as I type this... But it was a fun day. Working with friends, and getting a project done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhhh! That is a nice feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-1454148232690457640?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1454148232690457640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-in-days-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1454148232690457640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1454148232690457640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-in-days-work.html' title='All In A Days Work'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-4502335193392580210</id><published>2009-07-26T01:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:11:11.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Should Be Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Since I can't sleep and I have so many thoughts running through my head (Hence the lack of sleep) I have been contemplating my life. The past, present and future.&lt;div&gt;I am what a lot of people would call a goodie goodie.  In my many years in life I have found that there are not many of us around. Many look down on us. Many don't think we understand life because we haven't "lived" it. I look at it as a blessing. Not to be one who has had to deal with the pain and suffering of sin. It is not a "better then you" mentality but a gratefulness. I am not perfect and have struggled. Mine have just looked different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been contemplating the two choices. The choice to follow God and the choice not to. I have heard people say that it is to difficult to follow God... so they don't even try. I have heard people make the conscious choice to go against God. Some don't even have a clue or understand any different. I have also seen those who have been faithful to walk upright and true. To walk in the true heritage of God.  The one road may seem to be easy and carefree but it only leads to death. The second seems rough and hard but it is the true path to life. At a young age I have chosen the path of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not give you an exact date that I "accepted Jesus"  I don't think I ever did. I saw truth at a young age and make the choice every day to accept it. Somedays are easier then others. But I still choose to accept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a simplicity in the complication and hugeness of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at life and I look at who I know God to be, who He says He is: I AM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His presence holds us together.  Without him we wouldn't even be to make the choice, yet he allows us to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just logic to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need answers to all the unfathomable questions. Yes I have questions. Those questions and their answers fit inside an awesome God.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have struggled in my self discovery. Who am I? What am I to be? These last years has been discovering that. I can tell you that I am more confident in who I am now then I use to be in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have discovered a love for people, especially youth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have discovered a confidence that I didn't have before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I continue on this journey called life. It is going to look extremely different from yours. But yet they can be very similar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still struggle. I still question. I still have doubts. I still dream. I still live each moment as it comes. But under it all. It's my foundation that counts and I really want to acknowledge my foundation for who He is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what my future is going to look like. I wonder when God is going to bring that husband around. I wonder where God's going to take me and have me do. And even though I have conversations about these things with God often. I am confident in Him, though my confidence level goes up and down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess what I saying is I choose to take the "hard road" that in reality is the "easy road" and not try the "easy road" which in the long run is the "hard road". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a journey! Really it's an adventure!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-4502335193392580210?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4502335193392580210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-should-be-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/4502335193392580210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/4502335193392580210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-should-be-sleeping.html' title='When I Should Be Sleeping'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-5386627881811377453</id><published>2009-07-25T21:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:51:40.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Green Glass Door</title><content type='html'>I am going through the Green Glass Door and I am taking a tree but leaving the bark.&lt;div&gt;Taking a pool but leaving the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking some bubbles but leaving the gum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking pizza but leaving the plates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking my books but leaving my movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking green but leaving blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking Macbook but leaving the computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking pills but leaving chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking puppies but leaving dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking loopy but leaving Sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know this Game? It reminds me of my SST kiddos 2008...We would play this. Can you figure it out if not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-5386627881811377453?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5386627881811377453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-green-glass-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/5386627881811377453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/5386627881811377453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-green-glass-door.html' title='Through The Green Glass Door'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-5152883043732498417</id><published>2009-06-18T10:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:29:45.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Applying life to God</title><content type='html'>I have sat in many of church services that give you the 5 steps to apply God into your life. I sit there thinking, "Something is so wrong here" First off, I HATE steps! &lt;div&gt;The seven steps to happiness, or the 5 steps to knowing who God is. Seriously steps are the stupidest things ever! As if I could know God in 5 steps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also bothers me that I am being told to apply God to life. It's backwards. We really need to apply life to God.  Our lives should be lived not because we have God compartmentalized into our life. But we are compartmentalized our lives into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes sense that the smaller thing fits into the bigger thing. Duh! So why do we try to do the opposite when it comes to God? Why do we try to fit him into our lives? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK PEOPLE!!!!! It's not about us! Whoa, there's a shocker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have a challenge for the Bride of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us flip it around and put ourselves in God's life instead of trying to fit him into ours. It makes sense. He is oh so much more bigger then we are. He is better in every way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really it JUST MAKES SENSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-5152883043732498417?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5152883043732498417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/06/applying-life-to-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/5152883043732498417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/5152883043732498417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/06/applying-life-to-god.html' title='Applying life to God'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-8900846456699832031</id><published>2009-06-18T10:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:59:33.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Due to the lifestyle that I live, I have discovered that the word "Home" has multiple meanings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home, where I live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home, where I am staying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home, where I am at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home, where the heart is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home, where my family is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just went to a few different homes this last month. It's always wonderful being able to see my family and friends that I grew up with.  No matter where I go and what I do, this Home is always there. It changes a lot but at the same time it really doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Malicks still go out once it gets dark and play Sanctuary Light. No matter how old we get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still sit around the dining room table and eat together. The faces may change some but whoever is there all sit down and enjoy a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still go and watch the church's softball team play. And the fans still get excited when we actually get a run in! :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still do the old traditions but there are new traditions. The family also grows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and Sis in law just had a beautiful baby girl two days after I arrived.  I will admit... I am enjoying the role of proud Auntie.  (For more pictures see my Facebook I have an album dedicated to just my niece.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family may be big. But I can't imagine it being any different.  I love being able to spend time with each of my siblings. To see how God is working in each of their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SkEVZxI2siI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2agh7mHeQqY/s320/4916_1162639738812_1012389124_501033_1623657_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350581364724249122" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SkEVaF4B2QI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pke8xkMqOKA/s320/4916_1162639778813_1012389124_501034_4953742_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350581370290821378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SkEVaQejUII/AAAAAAAAABE/HJtwO2lYVGE/s1600-h/4916_1162656459230_1012389124_501053_2563029_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SkEVaQejUII/AAAAAAAAABE/HJtwO2lYVGE/s320/4916_1162656459230_1012389124_501053_2563029_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350581373136752770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SkEVaT0GCSI/AAAAAAAAABM/pLG6-CVGYrE/s320/4916_1162656499231_1012389124_501054_3490491_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350581374032415010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-8900846456699832031?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8900846456699832031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/8900846456699832031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/8900846456699832031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SkEVZxI2siI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2agh7mHeQqY/s72-c/4916_1162639738812_1012389124_501033_1623657_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-2161891242946503003</id><published>2009-05-13T22:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:23:32.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Grown-up</title><content type='html'>Often times we watch young kids as they play: "Ok she's the mommy, he's the daddy." or " I'm the teacher or doctor" (and it's not perverted)  It's cute! We all get a chuckle at them pretending to be grown-ups in their eyes.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am still playing grown up. When did I get to the point where I am not that kid pretending anymore. That I am now old enough to be considered that adult and I have to do it seriously. There is a flair button on facebook that says " When did we become adults and how do you make it stop?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I look at things attempts to be an responsible adult:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pay Bills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships (Friends, Spouse, Co-Workers etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive people to and from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentor/Disciple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make phone calls to places like United Airlines to redeem my air milage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook and feed people                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be responsible for kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happen to the good ole days when I didn't have to worry about what I was doing so much as. I just had to worry that my bike was put away in the right spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I step back and look at life. I see not only myself but others trying to play their part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok your the mommy He's the daddy. You be the teacher and I am going to play the queen! :-) JK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to playing the game of playing adults and hoping that I actually get it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-2161891242946503003?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2161891242946503003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/2161891242946503003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/2161891242946503003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-grown-up.html' title='Playing Grown-up'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-8145243364888026033</id><published>2009-05-08T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:05:00.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Round of Applause for Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't really want to be cliche about this but really that is what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Mothers Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly I have been working on this for a while. I have been trying to figure out how to write what has been in my head for the last few days. Really it all comes down to this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to take a moment and really honor my mom.  If i were to look back through my life, my mom is probably going to be the person who stands out the most in all my memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I really admire about my mom is her love for family. To my mom family isn't just my dad, us kids, my grandparents, aunts, uncles. etc... family are the people around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother has a motto. " after you have been to our house 3 times you are no longer guest. You are family.... find your own cup" I love this motto and have taken it as one of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admire my mom... someone who has shown love, gentleness, discipline, and has prayed like crazy for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-8145243364888026033?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8145243364888026033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/round-of-applause-for-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/8145243364888026033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/8145243364888026033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/round-of-applause-for-mom.html' title='A Round of Applause for Mom'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-1134343621576120203</id><published>2009-05-05T20:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:26:52.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SgDywRDzevI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NRJUbGuD7DE/s1600-h/908240079_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SgDywRDzevI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NRJUbGuD7DE/s320/908240079_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332528869833669362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this picture today. I had to laugh! We called this "Ed's Angels" (Thats' my dad :-) ) &lt;div&gt;My mom had made the girls dresses and matching hats. Jeremy and Philip ran with it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah we are goofs but it was fun. Just us siblings. An age span of 16 years but we can still have fun together. I love it. I will treasure this pic for the years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-1134343621576120203?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1134343621576120203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1134343621576120203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1134343621576120203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SgDywRDzevI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NRJUbGuD7DE/s72-c/908240079_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-1878936011059204442</id><published>2009-05-03T15:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:18:20.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, there is something so peaceful with a May shower. It also makes me giddy and ready to jump for joy at any moment. Winter is FINALLY over! The mountain is actually turning green. The weather is warming up and pretty soon all the snow will be gone from existence. At least for a short time.  In town there are actually leaves appearing on trees and my favorite lilacs are in full bloom! Spring has arrived in all it's glory. &lt;div&gt;This also means that the base will also swing into busy summer schedule here. My favorite time on the mountain. Jammed pack with people and activities. Which is a relief after the extreme quiet moments (it is a nice break but I much rather be around people.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The changing of the seasons, the life that comes with spring, it is an awesome reminder of God's brilliance! Take this moment with me and just marvel the creator &amp;amp; his creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-1878936011059204442?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1878936011059204442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1878936011059204442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/1878936011059204442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-green.html' title='Going Green!'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-6337889463995164271</id><published>2009-05-01T11:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:09:23.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Was blogging really a good idea?</title><content type='html'>HA! I would say that I could really get addicted to this. I am always writing and love having a place to do so! I could ramble on for a very long time. Just start typing whatever comes to my head. (Like I am doing now.)&lt;div&gt;There are so many topics, thoughts whirling around in my head... Oh which one to pick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's in a name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choices?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things of the past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random info I come across?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contemplating life's problems?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The expecting of my niece Paige to arrive the end of this Month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents Cow named Dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go in so many directions.  Already I have many thoughts that could keep this thing going for weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question is... Why didn't I start this sooner? What took me so long to get to this point? WHAT WAS I THINKING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even now as I contemplate this, I have the realization that I can't even get into any of these topics. Because just the contemplating of them is taking up this whole blog. That and I smell the delicious aroma of lunch coming from downstairs. Steak and sweet potatoes... jealous now aren't you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-6337889463995164271?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6337889463995164271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-blogging-really-good-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/6337889463995164271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/6337889463995164271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-blogging-really-good-idea.html' title='Was blogging really a good idea?'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-6467742688191264832</id><published>2009-04-30T10:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:42:35.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comings and Goings</title><content type='html'>I think one of the biggest things that I have really struggled with being in this kind of life style is the comings and goings of people ALL THE TIME! You have a new person come in, you have to spend the time and energy to really get to know them. Then all of a sudden they are off going on to the next thing God has for them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have counted up the amount of roommates and housemates I have actually had in the last 5 years living in Cimarron. (This is not including Texas either!) 12 girls! In 5 years 12 different people I have lived with. All of these girls have now moved on except one but she is on outreac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;h right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SfnUZmgX1FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p7M2gNe5GJ8/s320/CIMG0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330525170267837522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why am I on this subject right now? Well I have had yet another housemate leave today.  I've been contemplating this life path that I am on now.  I also have been thinking about how I am super blessed by these people who have entered my life. Yes it is hard to have them come, become best of friends with many and see them leave.  But yet, God has blessed me with so many good friends. Not just here but all over the world.  I have friends in Thailand, England, New Zealand, Canada, Pakistan,  Afghanistan, and all over the USA. What a blessing it is to be able to communicate with these people. Email, Facebook, Myspace, Skype, Snail Mail Etc. All of these things have helped me to keep in contact with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the fact that I always miss these people. And I know that some I will see again and others I will not.  I know that God puts these people in my life for such a time as this! I love these people. And I will enjoy getting to know the new people in the future. To all my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; friends who have come and gone.... you know who you are..... I love you and miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those people who have seen me come and go... I love you and miss you too. But it's awesome what God is doing so THANK YOU for releasing me! :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-6467742688191264832?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6467742688191264832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/comings-and-goings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/6467742688191264832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/6467742688191264832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/comings-and-goings.html' title='The Comings and Goings'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05TOaFrSSRg/SfnUZmgX1FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p7M2gNe5GJ8/s72-c/CIMG0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1249397092245865656.post-7440823421338037026</id><published>2009-04-29T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:00:57.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a Blog</title><content type='html'>So I decided that maybe it would be a good thing to do a blog. For those at home and around the world. I can use this like a newsletter too. Plus I like to write so it will be fun to have a place to put thoughts.... So we will see how this goes. I hope I can figure it all out. :-)&lt;div&gt;So since I have just started this thanks for reading it :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1249397092245865656-7440823421338037026?l=charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7440823421338037026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/7440823421338037026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1249397092245865656/posts/default/7440823421338037026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitymoutandabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-blog.html' title='Starting a Blog'/><author><name>Charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13693887608233102788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYTsjUNBYWY/TyQAwhbaANI/AAAAAAAAABs/5H0B9nmW02E/s220/Photo%2B57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
