tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80426889267902668632024-03-04T23:24:35.669-05:00 The Mini Socks of ChristaThis is about the variety of small socks that I wear. Some have holes from years of wear and others are new and full of possibilities. With each day comes new opportunities, challenges, responsibilities, and blessings. Share my journey of faith, perseverance, and struggles as I attempt to trod down the path God has chosen for me.Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-43680481449489340952018-07-07T18:06:00.002-04:002018-07-07T18:06:56.412-04:00Top 19 Things I Love about Where I Live...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Long Time... No See...<br />
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I am currently living in Southport, NC and in between jobs...<br />
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If you have never been here or Oak Island (neighbors) than you are missing out. You should definitely add them to your Bucket List. (Doesn't everyone have a bucket list?)<br />
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Top 19 Things I Love about Where I live....<br />
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<li>Easy access to the beach for shell hunting or sunset viewing... </li>
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<li>(free parking!)</li>
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<li>Family</li>
<li>A truly welcoming church full of people who will bend over backwards to help someone in need.</li>
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<li> I know this should be all churches but unfortunately it isn't. First Baptist Oak Island is great.</li>
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<li>Sunday morning services on the pier. </li>
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<li>(of course if you are the minister's daughter you are also expected at the one at the church at 11:00)</li>
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<li>A Sunday School class of a random group of Misfits. </li>
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<li> Truth! </li>
<li>If you took a handful of the most popular kids in school, add a handful of nerds, plus a handful of those quirky people that every group loved..... This is my Sunday School class!!</li>
<li> I have not liked Sunday School since I was in youth.... until now! WooHoo! </li>
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<li>Everybody knows everybody .... or at least someone else that you know. </li>
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<li>Now... this can be a positive and a negative. Are you following my lead here? </li>
<li>When I first moved here it was a true negative. Everyone knew where I was based on who had seen me or my car.... So much so that I hid for 2 weeks because I was tired of it. </li>
<li>Now I have grown to appreciate it and enjoy it (most of the time).</li>
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<li>Oily family... </li>
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<li>our oily family is growing here and it is awesome to have people close to me who are excited to chat essential oils, share what has worked for them, excited to learn more, and up for gatherings and classes for food, laughter, and learning...</li>
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<li>The random rain...</li>
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<li> to people from states like Washington this may not make sense. </li>
<li>Here it starts raining and you look to the sky to guess how long it will last. It is not uncommon to last 5 min or less. It could be a light shower or a heavy downpour but typically it is short and sweet. </li>
<li>That being said... if you hear thunder.... GET OUT OF THE WATER!</li>
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<li> Topics of conversation.</li>
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<li>Riptides, sharks, jelly fish, and what fish are running.....</li>
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<li>Getting a good giggle at the folks who just moved down here and mention how they are ready for summer to be over because it is just too much..... Ummmm. </li>
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<li>It's only the beginning of July.</li>
<li> Quite a ways to go where temps are very warm - hot and the humidity is like a wet wall in your way when you step out of the door.</li>
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<li>Beach hair .... don't care. </li>
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<li>I hope you don't care because the "ocean breezes" and high humidity remove any possibility of a nice hairdo without 3 cans of hairspray and a wheelbarrow full of gel. </li>
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<li>Casual attire....</li>
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<li> I went back to Hampton Roads about a month ago and was shocked at how "dressed up" people looked at Target. I then realized I used to be that person and I am now just used to beach casual... </li>
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<li>Island Time... It's a real thing. </li>
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<li>People don't stress about you being 5 min late or having flexible schedules. The rigidity is significantly less. </li>
<li>That is something I can't quite obtain </li>
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<li>(I think it is my back to back patient and documentation mentality that is ingrained.)</li>
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<li>Small business rule the roost and support the local economy. </li>
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<li> Local shops full of artists' work, local bakeries, local seafood markets, local pharmacies, local resturants, granola bakeries, farmer's markets, etc.... </li>
<li>The only chain on the island is a Food Lion. In Southport we have Food Lion, Lowes food, Lowes Hardware, CVS, Wallgreens, McDonald's, Taco Bell/KFC, Bo J's, and Walmart... Everything else is small business or you need to drive 30-60 min to get there.</li>
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<li>Everyone waves... Really!</li>
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<li>Welcome to small town life...</li>
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<li>Tourists are appreciated for the business they bring to the economy...</li>
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<li>... but EVERY ONE complains about the crazy increase in traffic :)</li>
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<li>the birds... </li>
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<li>I love to watch them (unless it is seagulls and someone stupid is feeding them... PLEASE don't be this person)....</li>
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<li>Friendly neighbors and chats during evening walks</li>
<li>Chacos....</li>
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<li>I live in them :)</li>
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Where do you Live? What are your top 5 favorite things about that place?</div>
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Heading out for my evening walk :)</div>
Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-2510095936855033882017-06-08T02:07:00.000-04:002017-06-08T02:32:00.321-04:00How about you?<div style="text-align: center;">
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One of those days when you wake up listening to the birds & wishing
you were that happy...</div>
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One of those days when your to do list is overwhelmingly long...<br />
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One of those days when you have minimal motivation to do anything, a brain
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and figuring out where to begin is
overwhelming.....</div>
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Have you ever had one of those days when....<br />
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...you look around you and wonder if they are also struggling &
better at hiding it?<br />
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when you can handle the snarky attitudes better than kindness?<br />
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when kindness will break the thin barrier.... <br />
into the area where acceptance faces
reality...<br />
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...where hope is questioned.... </div>
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where you wonder if it is all worth it?</div>
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Have you ever had one of those days when...<br />
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...your pet won't leave your side... as if they know the turmoil and
struggle within?<br />
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when uncovering your couch of textbooks & teaching supplies is
your major accomplishment?<br />
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when all you want your camera &flowers & an escape into
beauty?<br />
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... each of those require energy...</div>
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...energy I don't have.</div>
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Have you ever had one of those days when...<br />
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...you realize you are good at providing help but <u>horrible</u> at asking
for it?<br />
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when you over apologize when someone says yes because you are sure there are
better things they could be doing with their time and money.<br />
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Have you ever had one of those days when...<br />
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...you realize that without caring for people through 3+ jobs you feel
lost...<br />
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you feel as if you are not ENOUGH?</div>
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Have you ever had one of those days when...<br />
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...you can't pay for your basic necessities of life & then your car
dies & is not reparable?<br />
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when you think.... Lord, I can't handle one more thing...<br />
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...and then you spend 6 hours in the
ER?</div>
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Have you ever had one of those days....<br />
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...when you call your mom FOUR times because you just need something...<br />
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...and her voice is like a warm hug?</div>
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Have you ever had one of those days...</div>
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when you wished someone else understood?
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A day when someone answered these questions</div>
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with a "YES!" </div>
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because
then you would know you are not alone?</div>
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I am asking the questions..</div>
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I am answering "Yes!"</div>
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I am happy to listen...</div>
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Don't walk this alone. </div>
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I was convicted tonight as I did my quiet time and read from <u>Jesus Calling</u>. It is amazing how many days the readings in this book are spot on! Today was a day like above. My to do list was a mile long, I had the energy of Eeyore on downers and was moving at the speed of a sloth riding a snail through peanut butter. I have now been out of work several months, exhausted all of my savings, sold off my back up oils, called in old favors, and worked as many odd jobs as I can find. I'm at the bottom of the well and there are still two trips in the future on top of the basic necessities (housing, electricity, water, internet, cell, gas). <br />
One trip is a necessity and long overdo. I will be going to The Mayo Clinic July 9-19 for intensive testing and consultations with specialists. This trip requires airfare for me and my folks (I have to have someone transport me to and from tests and my memory has taken a real hit from the concussion -- not a great historian at this point), housing, food, gas, rental car, and medical bills. Did I mention I have no insurance?<br />
The second trip is one my heart and soul need. It is a mission trip to El Salvador with a small group from my church and Compassion International. I began a Go Fund Me page in hopes of raising the money needed for El Salvador and one of my best friends began a Go Fund Me page for my trip to the Mayo Clinic. This is hard for me. I have never been without a job and while I have an offer I will be taking.... it is part time, short term, and doesn't cover things now.....<br />
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So what do I do?<br />
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I WORRY!!!!!</div>
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(thus the conviction)</div>
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The beginning of today's devotion:</div>
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"I am all around you, like a cocoon of Light. My Presence with you is a promise, independent of your awareness of Me. Many things can block this awareness, but the major culprit is worry." -Jesus Calling</div>
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Today's reference verses:</div>
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<i>"</i><span class="text Luke-12-22"><sup class="versenum"><i>22 </i></sup><i>Then Jesus said to his disciples: </i><span class="woj"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear.</span></i></span></span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></i><span class="text Luke-12-23" id="en-NIV-25483"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">23 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">For life is more than food, and the body more than clothes.</span></i></span></span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></i><span class="text Luke-12-24" id="en-NIV-25484"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">24 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them.<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-25484B" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-25484B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup> And how much more valuable you are than birds!</span></i></span></span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></i><span class="text Luke-12-25" id="en-NIV-25485"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">25 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life</span></i><sup class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-NIV-25485a" data-link="[<a href="#fen-NIV-25485a" title="See footnote a">a</a>]"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">[</span></i><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+12:22-31#fen-NIV-25485a" title="See footnote a"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">a</span></i></a><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">]</span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">?</span></i></span></span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></i><span class="text Luke-12-26" id="en-NIV-25486"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">26 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?</span></i></span></span></div>
<span class="text Luke-12-27" id="en-NIV-25487"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">27 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-25487C" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-25487C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></sup> was dressed like one of these.</span></i></span></span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></i><span class="text Luke-12-28" id="en-NIV-25488"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">28 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!</span></i><sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-25488D" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-25488D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)"></sup></span></span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></i><span class="text Luke-12-29" id="en-NIV-25489"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">29 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it.</span></i></span></span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></i><span class="text Luke-12-30" id="en-NIV-25490"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">30 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-25490E" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-25490E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)"></sup> knows that you need them.</span></i><sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-25490F" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-25490F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)"></sup></span></span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></i><span class="text Luke-12-31" id="en-NIV-25491"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum"><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">31 </span></i></sup><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">But seek his kingdom,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-25491G" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-25491G" title="See cross-reference G">G</a>)"></sup> and these things will be given to you as well."</span></i><sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-25491H" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-25491H" title="See cross-reference H">H</a>)"></sup></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I am praying for patience, blessings, job availability and the energy to do it, as well as ability and courage to ask and receive help. </span><br />
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If you are someone who would like to help you can...<br />
...1. pray for me<br />
...2. donate<br />
...3. share the Go Fund Me sites (even if you can't donate)<br />
...4. give me a shout if this is a post that hit home with you.<br />
...5. pay attention to those around you... who is described by my feelings above? Be a listener.<br />
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God Bless!<br />
Christa<br />
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<a href="http://gf.me/u/sj5uw">gf.me/u/sj5uw</a> (Mayo Clinic in Minnesota -Go Fund Me Page)<br />
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<a href="http://gf.me/u/sj5c4">gf.me/u/sj5c4</a> (Compassion trip to El Salvador - Go Fund Me Page)<br />
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Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-84287165840814947502017-04-18T01:30:00.000-04:002017-04-18T01:30:07.006-04:00A Tale of Reawakening...Come sit a spell and allow me to tell you a tale....<br />
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A tale of life...</div>
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A tale of challenges...</div>
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A tale of survival...</div>
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A tale of timid faith and haphazard quiet times...</div>
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A tale of busy...</div>
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A tale of overwhelmed...</div>
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A tale of an uncomfortable wake up call....</div>
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....a wake up call that was not the first....</div>
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A tale of how out of love for His daughter God began his chat with a gentle whisper....</div>
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A tale that has resulted in a mighty shove...</div>
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A tale of a busy young lady too busy to listen...</div>
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A tale of an invert scare to listen.....</div>
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... Scared?!....</div>
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....Yep!....</div>
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...for it is a tale of someone scared that He will ask more than she "can" give.</div>
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It's one of those times in life when you look back over the recent past and wonder how you didn't see it...</div>
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A job I needed to leave but didn't have the heart too... I loved my patients, their families, and my coworkers too much. In my last year there.....</div>
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<u>In February</u>: median nerve injury resulting in significant time out of work and lasting deficits that are still present.</div>
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<u>In August</u>: severe concussion resulting in significant time out of work, increased stress at work near constant naps under my desk in between patients, cognitive confusion, vestibular issues, migraine, and so much more...... also lasting deficits ... still present...... Resulting in a second round of vestibular PT, cognitive therapy, lists all over my home, and a planner designed for someone with dementia :)</div>
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Did I mention October the year before was a large ovarian mass requiring surgery and significant time out of work. </div>
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...and yet...</div>
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...too chicken to leave. Surely working your hardest and it never being good enough causing you to be miserable in a setting you know is better than beginning at a new location. My decision to leave was abrupt. I had been praying about it intensely for a week -- as well as asking friends to pray with me. That day I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was not meant to be there longer. I had given my skills, my talents, my gifts, and part of me. A big part of me. It was confirmed that evening by several friends.</div>
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Did I take time away to fully heal? No. Money runs the world. Just because my brain couldn't retrieve basic words from my vocabulary and vestibular deficits caused (cause) me to feel as if I am constantly on a boat......</div>
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... rent is still due...</div>
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... electricity and water are required...</div>
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... food is occasionally necessary.....</div>
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I went back to teaching (with major modifications) and took on a new challenge as a pediatric PT. I have no doubt it is where I was supposed to be at that time but also have no doubt it wasn't where God planned for me to stay. </div>
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.... this current break has resulted in....</div>
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... a consistent Quiet Time...</div>
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... blind and terrifying Faith and trust that He's got me...</div>
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... time to address the deficits that cause me to feel like a fish out of water...</div>
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... deficits that at times scare me....</div>
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A time to sleep (my body gives me no choice).... neurons require rest for restoration....</div>
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A time to reassess the dreams I have always had and not recently acknowledged. </div>
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A time to re-evaluate my priorities.</div>
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As a young child --- for as long as I can remember --- I wanted to be a doctor.</div>
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My goal was to work for Doctors Without Borders. </div>
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The pull of love for family/friends and need to be closer pulls me in one direction.</div>
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The deep ache and yearning in my heart pulls me toward far away lands and those less fortunate.</div>
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A dream of being able (financially and time) to do the jobs I love (PT and Education) while also participating in medical missions and philanthropic activities. </div>
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God put part of the answer in front of me 2 years ago. </div>
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Two years ago I was waiting on my essential oil premium starter kit to arrive.</div>
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I was excited because then my sister would quit telling me it would be good for me...</div>
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Little did I know what God had planned....</div>
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There is not a day that I don't use essential oils...emotional support, sleep support, body system support, chemical free cleaning, chemical free living, facial/skin products, and an improved sense of gratitude for the plants, herbs, fruits, and flowers that God has provided for us to use for healthier living.</div>
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2 years ago my older sister was oily and I was awaiting a kit with plans to use Thieves to support my immune system. My parents had no interest in oils......</div>
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Present day... My sister is still oily... I am the oily lady people send their friends to for education and support.... My mom is oily and frequently telling me of new uses for oils ..... and the biggest surprise?.. my dad is now oily. He wants the diffuser each night, has several rollers for different purposes, and recently learned how well essential oils can support the musculoskeletal system. </div>
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I resisted in the beginning. How could I possibly share my love for this amazing thing I had found? He reminded me that one of my gifts in Education. I love to teach! I love to learn new things and watch the excitement on someone else discovering their own abilities and uses for essential oils.</div>
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I don't know where it will lead but I do know that God has ordained this. He handed it to me 2 years ago and I ignored it.... Business pages are going into my old lady planner and this girl is going to share the love!</div>
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<br />Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-5020196390942592552017-03-27T23:37:00.002-04:002017-03-27T23:37:38.245-04:00A Family of FaithWritten on March 5, 2017....<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I love that my family is a family of faith. It is generational on both sides and a blessing. A family of strong Christian women who truly understand how blessed they are. I grew up with a Grandmama and a Grandmother who were each in the Word daily. One taught me how important it is to use the gift of teaching and the other taught me how to help my love ones know that they are cherished.... not only by me but also by the Father in times of happiness AND trials.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(I know -- I am working on getting back to this gift.)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My Mama has carried on the tradition. She has demonstrated the importance of showing Jesus' love to everyone you meet, continuing to learn more about the Word, mentoring kids and newer Christians -- and she is always available to answer a question because I can't remember or what I find when I dig doesn't match what I remember. My sister is amazing and has turned her gift of teaching toward women in her community and continues to learn more daily.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Why the reminiscing about these ladies and so many more women in my family?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yesterday I planned to leave my aunt and uncle's house but my body decided differently and so I was blessed with a great gift. Quiet time and reminders of who we are in Christ, how much God loves us, and how ONLY we compare ourselves to others.... with my Aunt. Another woman of faith who has led Bible Study programs and has shown God's love through her great gift of hospitality.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I found a Young Living box on my doorstep when I arrived home.... It contained an oil set I have been dreaming about for over a year. Oils of Ancient Scriptures. My Mama and I are going to do a study around it and as I told her it arrived became a conversation of what the oils smell like, when they were used, how they were used, and what it was like at this time. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The five minute "our Scripture oils came in" conversation became much longer and I knew for certain that God had orchestrated the entire 2 days to remind me of the legacy I come from and who I am as a woman of Christ.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I didn't make it to church today because I got off the phone with my mom and got lost in the Bible --- but I know that the messages I received were the ones He knew I needed to hear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't believe it has really been 2 years since I sat with just this screen and my thoughts.... (and Lucy snoring beside me). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On a different day I will update on the who, the where, and the when .... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...along with the quotes on my blog homepage :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> the reason why I am here....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I met a young lady last month and it is a friendship that shows the handprints of God in its creation, placement, and plans. We are but two pawns in the game --- luckily both of us is willing to listen to the still small voice. I have been hearing it for years (although not always listening)... she is new to this amazing life and beginning to hear when He speaks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One day....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">if she gives me permission.... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will tell the story of the last couple of weeks....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until then....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...the thing that brought me here today... Valentine's Day.... at 1:30am </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(2:50am completion) </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">when I should be sleeping...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am a quote fanatic! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some people are addicted to drugs... or food... or sex...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I encourage my students each semester to dig for quotes in the first week or two that can be uplifting, supportive, inspiring, and funny --- for later in the semester when life gets a bit rough. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tonight.... after being cooped up in the house since Thursday with what could be the flu.... I was in need of encouragement.... and I began looking for quotes and verses for the young lady mentioned above... and myself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now -- my life is my life and others have it much harder than I. I love most parts of my life and God is helping me to learn through the others. I have a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and supportive family and friends... ---> the things I need.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love that this verse encapsulates the fact that God was with me in the very beginning where He knit me in my mama's womb (for this special package -- I required an extra month --> EXTRA special) and He will be with us at the end.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The </span><i><u><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">harder days</span></u></i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> --when a family member needs help and I can't provide it, a patient red flags for cancer, a car going into the shop for an oil change and coming out needing so so much more, or a brain that feels like mush, can't remember anything, and tricks my body into thinking it is on a boat ... even when I am sitting or standing still with my back against the wall and feet securely on the floor.</span></div>
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"For when anxiety was great within me Your consolation brought JOY to my soul."</div>
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You see the last six- seven months or so have been a little rough. They began with a real conversation with my PCP (who I fully expect to ditch me as his patient one day :) ) about my knowledge that something was not right in my body. I didn't know what was wrong but I knew something was wrong. The following months included a trip to the ER directly from work and 1.5 weeks of creatively maintaining my Whole 30 diet while a patient in the hospital (NOT an easy task). That lovely medical vacation was followed by more medical tests due to surprise findings on my inpatient MRI. My next vacation called FMLA included significant surgery and a longer than expected recovery. </div>
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I returned to work relieved that it was over and began attempting to once again accrue some PTO (paid time off). Follow that with two illnesses, multiple IVs, hospitals, a week out of work, and we end up at today and my choice of focal verse.</div>
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The last illness progressed from a GI issue to upper respiratory. That I am used to -- I'll even take the steroids that dislike my body so much --- but this one has added a special challenge.</div>
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Two weeks ago this Tuesday I awoke in the morning with no hearing. I stumbled out of bed, bumped into walls and tripped over my feet trying to get out of my bedroom. I slammed books on the floor. I slammed cabinet doors. All I could hear was my heartbeat. When seen my the doc last week I had next to no hearing in the R ear and minimal hearing in the L.</div>
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Work this week was interesting -- and funny for my co-workers. I was the PT who couldn't smell, couldn't taste, and could barely hear. There was an elf who is named Tom. I thought for sure my kiddo said "Carl." My kiddo who described working with groups in math class and I was certain she was saying "grapes." Umm -- no. Those are the least embarrassing mistakes made this week. My loving co-workers learned to yell and all the while I tried to keep my sanity. It was getting better bit by bit --and then</div>
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Today I awoke with minimal hearing once again. I have never taken my hearing for granted. I grew up in a musical home where singing, whistling, humming, piano, clarinet, and flute were common sounds. There is always music in my home. </div>
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I always answered the classic question "If you had to be without your hearing or your sight which would you choose?" Neither! (obviously) but if I had to choose I would keep my hearing at all cost because I can't imagine not hearing:</div>
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<li>birds chirping</li>
<li>wind in the trees</li>
<li>the crunch of fall leaves under my feet</li>
<li>the sound of the waves on the shore</li>
<li>the sound of a sinker on the end of a line cutting through the water</li>
<li>my dad calling me "Sug" and singing hymns on car rides</li>
<li>my mom telling me "I love you"</li>
<li>my sister's crafty plans and medical chats with my bro-n-law</li>
<li>the giggles of my nephews and hearing them call "Aunt Dista"</li>
<li>my Grandmother singing along with old hymns</li>
<li>smack talk during games with friends/family</li>
<li>Lucy reminding me that it's dinner time</li>
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I have often struggled with worry and anxiety. It is a challenge for me. I'm good at going to the cross -- handing it over -- and then picking up part of my worry as I stand up to continue with my day. This is different. If I'm honest this is scary -- and for those who know the details of the last month --- this is far more concerning to me than anything else that has occurred. </div>
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Prayers appreciated...... as I <u>attempt</u> to PATIENTLY wait on the ultimate Healer. </div>
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Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-7385271559963139062014-07-27T22:40:00.001-04:002014-07-27T22:40:14.748-04:00(Almost) Week 1 Whole30 UpdateSoooo--- Where to begin. It is now 10:13 and I am ending Day 6 of my first Whole 30. I began with an afternoon of shopping with my lovely friend Christy. We hit my favorite farmer's market, Costco, Trader Joe's, and Whole Foods (in that order). My refrigerator is now constantly stocked with multiple types of produce, raw meats, cooked meats, eggs, ghee, garlic, and herbs. It makes it easier. I want a snack I grab fruit and nuts. I need a meal I have proteins, raw veggies, cooked veggies, partially cooked veggies, and spices to create quick meals. My biggest challenge is eating 3 meals each day.<div><br></div><div>Things I have Learned so Far:</div><div><br></div><div>1. I love dairy. Seriously LOVE dairy. I will be okay as long as my belly tolerates dairy when this is over.</div><div><br></div><div>2. When you are in the faces of patients and parents all day long it is nice to have the option to chew gum or eat a mint. </div><div><br></div><div>3. It is REALLY hard to eat 3 meals a day. Seriously. I post pictures because it holds me accountable. (Confession -- today's lunch was nuts and fruit as I walked through Lowe's and the grocery store -- and the produce the lady at the farmer's market fed me)</div><div><br></div><div>4. My body now craves water. I woke up the first two mornings craving a Sundrop. Now I wake up craving a glass of ice water and if it has a slice of lemon in it that is magnificent.</div><div><br></div><div>5. Some days I feel full. Some days I feel like I am missing something I need. Probably craving CHEESE or YOGURT or CHEESE......</div><div><br></div><div>6. When doing the Whole30 - do NOT! I repeat do NOT! walk down the aisles of the grocery store without a purpose or goal. It is TORTURE!!!</div><div><br></div><div>7. Wanna make this Whole30 lady cry ----have her accidentally turn down the Mexican food aisle -- then she is looking at tortillas, and taco shells, and dreaming of taco salads and CHEESE and SOUR CREAM and near tears. So she quickly leaves that aisle and rushes to the next one --- what is it? NipCheese on one side (fav snack) and SunDrop on the other side of the aisle. I might have lost a tear. Maybe. </div><div><br></div><div>8. Tonight I feel like a superhero because --- I made Mayo :)</div><div><br></div><div>9. You can't weigh or measure during this process. I never measured before I started but I know the weight at the beginning. This is what I know now --- my scrub tops don't make me feel like I'm going to suffocate and my favorite green shorts are still pretty snug but I no longer feel like I am being cut in half. I call this progress.</div><div><br></div><div>10. Did I mention some of my friends and family are going to join in the fun. Wanna join?</div><div><br></div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-71787429080927195072014-07-17T00:21:00.001-04:002014-07-17T00:21:20.946-04:00Things I Learned Today1. Both Doritos and broccoli provide you with energy. (Apparently Miss Christa's choice should be broccoli)<div><br></div><div>2. When one of my most interesting kiddos is exhausted she looks like a drunk spinning circles and bumping into walls in the ballpit while endlessly giggling. </div><div><br></div><div>3. Kids ask you if you are married at the oddest times -- like really loudly -- in a silent room in front of fellow staff -- and parents you do not know :)</div><div><br></div><div>4. I work in a place where "I have to go but I can't go, you understand?," "I gassy" "I farted" " I stanky" and " "eeew!! Oops! That me?" Are regular phrases heard (and smelled). </div><div><br></div><div>5. When you are at the end of the line and you still have one more patient to go and you seriously don't know how you can muster up the energy to smile without throwing up from the pain much less treat the kiddo for an hour --- it is great to have coworkers who understand when you plop down face first on the floor for 5 minutes so you can pray for the strength to finish the day and know that they won't let you sleep through your last appointment. </div><div><br></div><div>6. Today (and over the last week especially) I have been reminded how great it is to have a medical provider who is not only knowledgable but also listens and is willing to collaborate with and refer to others when necessary. My PCP has gone above and beyond and has actually included me in the problem solving process. While he kept apologizing today because the problem still exists I kept thanking him for his help and his willingness to listen. It has been a good reminder of the type of medical professional I hope I am. Kindhearted, compassionate, knowledgable, listener, humble, and willing to help. </div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-70948467816561699542014-07-13T08:28:00.001-04:002014-07-27T22:11:41.084-04:00The Restart ButtonIt began as a kid -- I discovered after many ear infections and many rounds of antibiotics my pediatrician sent me to an allergist and testing revealed a response to oranges, oats, wheat, dairy, and raw egg white. If I ate them occassionally I was fine but if they built up in my system TaDa! rashes, hives, and ear infections. <div><br></div><div>Fast forward many years and I am an adult who has NEVER receieved the flu vaccine because it is grown in raw egg white. I am now an intern at Boston Children's Hospital and they are requiring that I receive the vaccine. No exception. The result -- a severe reaction -- resulting in an IV, massive amounts of fluid, benedryl, epi, terrified NP, MD, discussion of trach, and 2 days of sleeping off the effects of all of the medications. With that came documentation from the medical director stating that I should not receive this vaccine again.</div><div><br></div><div>Fast forward again. Current employer. Required attempt by microdose. The problem is -- now I live in the South. That alone requires me to be on allergy medication. Removal of the allergy medication for 14 days to undergo the flu vaccine cause pneumonia thus requiring an extended round of steroids. My body plus steroids is not a good thing. The outcome this time is +40 pounds and borderline diagnoses of hypothyroid and diabetes. Needless to say I don't want any of these. So ---- I am going to take a challenge. The Whole 30. 30 Days of eating following specific guidelines.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhuoIUi0p-0M7jM7NpzCF5bDBBjwhOtYYMAeF6z0sWCR45v970BVnqwIN5vD8THKjnMbGgvhVhTUQl0hdHDqOQdrvH35UC6nB4EesRKWVEFTWHF9ZORYkZjjr6CwdrfR_L6Q1vNcp4e8/s640/blogger-image-1689250680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhuoIUi0p-0M7jM7NpzCF5bDBBjwhOtYYMAeF6z0sWCR45v970BVnqwIN5vD8THKjnMbGgvhVhTUQl0hdHDqOQdrvH35UC6nB4EesRKWVEFTWHF9ZORYkZjjr6CwdrfR_L6Q1vNcp4e8/s640/blogger-image-1689250680.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Whole 30 was created by Dallas and Melissa Harwig. The book<u> It Starts With Food </u>describes the why? and the science behind the rules but I will begin by listing the rules below. I had planned to begin tomorrow but I ended up in the hospital yesterday so my start date has been pushed back by at least a week. Give me a shout if you want to join me. The more the merrier :) I will be posting along the way to hold myself acountable. </div><div><br></div><div>1. No Sugar (maple, honey, agave, coconut sugar, splena, stevia, any articifical sweeteners, xylitol, etc....) it can have fruit juice as a sweetner but limited</div><div><br></div><div>2. No Alcohol ( even in cooking)</div><div><br></div><div>3. No Grains ( wheat, rye, barley, oats, corn, rice, millet, bulgar, sorghum, amaranth, buckwheat, sprouted grains, quinoa, gluten free pseudo grains, bran, germ, starch, etc)</div><div><br></div><div>4. No Legumes (all beans, black, red, pinto, navy, white, kidney, lima, fava, peas, chickpeas, lentils, peanuts, pb, soy, soy sauce, miso, tofu, tempeh, edamame, lecithin, etc...)</div><div>-- You CAN have green beans, sugar snap, and snow peas</div><div><br></div><div>5. No Dairy (cow, goat, sheep, etc)</div><div>--You CAN have clarified butter or ghee (whole foods or Trader Joes)</div><div><br></div><div>6. No White Potatoes (white, red, purple, yukon gold, fingerling)</div><div>--You CAN have sweet potatoes :)</div><div><br></div><div>7. No MSG, Sulfites, Carrageenan (in any form) (this looks like mostly processed meats)</div><div><br></div><div>8. No Paleofied Baked/Junk Foods (Muffins, Ice milk, banana pancakes, etc) (you can't do anything healthy baked to make it like a baked good because the idea is to get your body out of the habit of wanting that baked item. If you feed it a healthified version it sort of defeats the purpose)</div><div><br></div><div>9. No Weight or Body Measurements during 30 Days (only before and after) (because it is not about any weight lost -- that is an added benefit -- it is about a restart -- a reset for your body).</div><div><br></div><div>There are great resources available online for free including things you can and cannot eat, grocery lists, meal plan suggestions, rules, success stories, and how to integrate the foods back into your diet after the 30 days. There is also a support group and forum you can sign into. The website is http://whole30.com</div><div><br></div><div>I hope you will consider joining me. It won't be easy but I truly think it will be worth it. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-12193272853782601232014-06-29T23:07:00.001-04:002014-06-29T23:07:56.027-04:00A Day to -- Just BeI try to make it a point to not just provide a description of my day. But this one is worth it. The only things that could make it better --- 1. People to share it with 2. The ability to sleep in tomorrow morning :)<div><br></div><div>Sometimes ---- you wake up and just need a day. A day to breathe. A day to live. A day without judgement. A day without work. A day without laundry. A day without paperwork. <div><br></div><div>A day to just. Be. </div><div><br></div><div>After a week of work followed by four full days of sitting in seminars and then straight into another work week -- Add in that today is Day 11 of the same migraine-- and I just needed a day. To just. Be. I'm sure we all have those days. Today I found my solution. </div><div><br></div><div>Early service as I tried out Real Life Christian Church. Yep. I'm church hoppin again. I really liked this one! And with tears streaming down my face during "oh precious is the flow -- that makes me white as snow. No other fount I know...." I knew it was where I was supposed to be in that moment. (How many of you sang that in your head?)</div><div><br></div><div>Follow that with the racing heart that can only be inspired by driving through the curvy, no shouldered, country roads of Pungo with your tank on empty and gas light blinking. Oh wait --- add a cop car with flashing lights pulling up on your bumper. Yep. Heart beating at heart attack speed :)</div><div><br></div><div>While attempting to find a gas station I found myself 10 minutes from my favorite VA beach --- and so logically -- brunch became food from the little corner store as I listened and watched the waves try to move the world under my feet. </div><div><br></div><div>How do you top that?!</div><div><br></div><div>You stop at the farmer's market for veggies. My favorite time of the year --- when I can buy the majority of my food from the people who grew or made it and use the grocery store to fill the gaps. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5c2okuUTglk8NLcJIohK2PrVTj_Lzu0TOJO8XqCmlNCClKwOWWNWabsaFoOSiRZaCtVpVvZy0dg7vXHadXtuzd_yyaxH7ukKha_LytK2Sqevh3j-lCQP751ePUqpaMh83Lx2jwjDAGM/s640/blogger-image--2045405314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5c2okuUTglk8NLcJIohK2PrVTj_Lzu0TOJO8XqCmlNCClKwOWWNWabsaFoOSiRZaCtVpVvZy0dg7vXHadXtuzd_yyaxH7ukKha_LytK2Sqevh3j-lCQP751ePUqpaMh83Lx2jwjDAGM/s640/blogger-image--2045405314.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>And you pick a bouquet from a field of Zinnias. 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The farmer's wife gave me a tour of the colors and a cutting lesson and then said " We're open til 5. Have fun and I will see you in a couple of hours." With my camera and all the butterflies it could have been true. Next time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I ended the day with chicken, my veggies, and my grill. My yard smelled like the NC State Fair and that is seriously one of my happy places. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfwR2RAGLfk03Un3ecoOH7f_Tgy-fm8H3W-ERdgNIUmX9W2H0R1g_ik6uziO7D-oe0Pr4lTMGK-er1faGTRN1Qlknq3o2phA3_Soecb1ZJvU8R_p9m7awpLBtzvwscF48umkdKzLDU8w/s640/blogger-image--1687066730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfwR2RAGLfk03Un3ecoOH7f_Tgy-fm8H3W-ERdgNIUmX9W2H0R1g_ik6uziO7D-oe0Pr4lTMGK-er1faGTRN1Qlknq3o2phA3_Soecb1ZJvU8R_p9m7awpLBtzvwscF48umkdKzLDU8w/s640/blogger-image--1687066730.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And now .... Sleep. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hope your day was one that allowed you some time to Just. Be. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div></div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-36980909043769697362014-05-25T20:23:00.001-04:002014-05-25T20:23:54.664-04:00Mama RobinAs I lay on my backyard swing dreaming the day away a hidden nest drew my attention. A robin. A lady robin. A mama robin feeding her babies with worms galore. A working mama. <div><br></div><div>Quite often have I listen to the robins outside my bedroom windows early in the morning. Most times annoyed by the banter and the noise. Annoyed as I watch them forage in my garden. </div><div><br></div><div>She's a working mom. She is providing for her family. She is doing the best she can with the limitations the world provides. And yet I assume. I judge. </div><div><br></div><div>How often we judge those around us. As women it seems so easy for us to look at another woman and easily find faults -- clothing, size, kids who appear to be badly behaved, station in life, type of job, lack of job, homeschooler, nonhomeschooler -- this list could go on and on....</div><div><br></div><div>But we don't stop there. We then judge ourselves by the same criteria. Sometimes for the better and sometimes worse. "Wow if I looked like that I wouldn't wear that outfit" or "she should not be wearing that. (aka -- Woah - she looks rough in that outfit) folllowed by "her stomach is smaller than mine. Our thighs are about the same size...." Thus putting down their body and our own. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><br></div><div>I'm guilty of it. More now than ever. After 3 rounds of higher dose steroids and a 40 pound weight gain (on a < 5 ft tall body) -- it is increasingly difficult to not judge myself in comparison to others. </div><div><br></div><div>-If I worked out more like her.</div><div>-If I ate super healthy all the time like her.</div><div>-If I ran marathons like her.</div><div><br></div><div>Ladies --- Why do we do this? </div><div><br></div><div>I was asked recently if my being single affects my self esteem in a negative way. Ironically, it is my fellow women who assist in lowering the self esteem of others. We tend to tear each other down (to their face or behind their back) when we should be building each other up. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The irony is that the smaller, smarter, prettier, tanner, thinner women have the same thoughts as the taller, less brilliant, cute, less tan, thicker women. SO why do we bother? Work to change what you can change, love what you can't, and determine that you are the best YOU there is in this world. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I may not be able to run right now. I may be gaining weight despite eating mostly healthy and getting my butt beat by Jillian DVDs 5 days a week. I may live down the road from the beach and not be able to find a bathingsuit that fits. But I am tired of being sad, angry, or embarrassed by it. I could be smarter, skinnier, richer, or prettier -- But Y'all --- when I am I will still be the best me that exists in this world --- and that's true now --- </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Therefore - I choose to enjoy life, appreciate what I have, and help others as much as I can. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Care to join this journey? </span></div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-67031005002764340272014-03-02T18:15:00.001-05:002014-03-02T18:54:52.106-05:00Restless<div>It has been a good day.... a day of peace... a day of knowing I am where I am supposed to be ... doing what I am supposed to be doing.</div><div><br></div><div><b>A small example of my day</b>: a conversation between me and a 4th grade boy ( i forgot how weird and fun that age is) I didn't realize how sore I was from my run yesterday until I attempted to do a move similar to the Twist in children's worship. Apparently my facial expression showed my discomfort...</div><div><b>Boy</b>: You okay?</div><div><b>Me</b>: (chuckle) Yeah. I'm fine just really sore from running yesterday?</div><div><b>Boy</b>: (dead serious) What were you running from?</div><div><b>Me</b>: (trying not to laugh) Nothing, just for fun.</div><div><b>Boy</b>: Like a race? It was a race?</div><div><b>Me</b>: Yeah I guess. A race against myself.</div><div><b>Boy</b>: looks at me through the corner of his eye with both eyebrows raised in disbelief.</div><div>No other words were spoken about running but he continued to intermittently look at me with that same curious look.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Worship at 800am with the adults; worship and small group time with the kiddos (3-5 grade) at 930; a phone chat with family -- and lunch with new friends. It is one of the few times since I have been in VA that I felt like I could truly be a part of the community --- truly have a life --- truly feel like a part of something.</div><div><br></div><div>(By the way-- have you tried pickles in your chili? How do you eat yours?)</div><div><br></div><div>Okay -- back to the Restlessness</div><div><br></div><div>Numbness has been the keyword for months --- and for those of you who are disbelieving --- just trust me. For months there was nothing -- just numb --- and over the last couple of months it has begun the transformation of being replaced with a feeling of change -- a certainty that God has a purpose and plan for me --- with certainty that it is going to be far beyond my C-zone (comfort zone).</div><div><br></div><div>I know that I am different from my family, my friends, and those around me (otherwise I would be married with several kids and more on the way-- I probably would have married young -- and I most likely would not have attended grad school). This difference is no surprise to God no matter how disheartening it is to me. He has a purpose and feeling out of place is part of the preparation. I know that some dreams that used to be important have fallen to the wayside and others are present as I sleep each night. </div><div><br></div><div>I don't know what His plan is and that is scary -- I am a planner -- I like to have a plan. God is challenging that with a simple request to "Trust me." I am trying -- but honestly --- the wait sort of sucks :)</div><div><br></div><div>Beginning Monday I will be participating in this FREE online book club based on "Restless" by Jennie Allen. The link to the information is below --- I would love for you to join me in this journey!!! (and don't feel bad if you won't be able to read all of the chapters suggested by tomorrow. I will be in that club with you. ) It is based on that restless feeling you get when you know God has more planned for you and you just haven't discovered all of the pieces yet. </div><div><br></div><div>I am going to include quotes so you can see if they hit home with you :)</div><div>Seriously Y'all I am underlining and marking with colored pens all over this book.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiym7JbS3SdwdhdD_AVY9PiDWk-dMMP8ac5L1CEnI0lKo7h1Oyza7n7fK_Jfmmn2Dl9hgTT-Ltl_0eoqVp9CzxfQdeEJuVzic4CjuFHos7jWLx75hdms_33ncsXLw4xxF1F15ldnUyp6Ts/s640/blogger-image--538949793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiym7JbS3SdwdhdD_AVY9PiDWk-dMMP8ac5L1CEnI0lKo7h1Oyza7n7fK_Jfmmn2Dl9hgTT-Ltl_0eoqVp9CzxfQdeEJuVzic4CjuFHos7jWLx75hdms_33ncsXLw4xxF1F15ldnUyp6Ts/s640/blogger-image--538949793.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://contentz.mkt4728.com/mson/2014/03/01/5VKMSBhQ996m/index.html">http://contentz.mkt4728.com/mson/2014/03/01/5VKMSBhQ996m/index.html</a></div><div><br></div><div>Quotes (chapter 1) (5 pages)</div><div><br></div><div>- "Was this feeling pushing me toward something bigger, or crippling me from loving the life I was given?"</div><div><br></div><div>-"We wonder if we are missing some mystical, great, noble purpose that was supposed to squeeze into the holds of our ordinary lives. We feel numb. We feel bored."</div><div><br></div><div>-Every single one of us is designed to fit into a unique space with unique offerings. God's will for every one of us will look different."</div><div><br></div><div>-"This is a book about being brave enough to imagine a better world, and how we may be used to make it that way. This is a book about fears and suffering and joy and gifts. This is a book about all that lies in our control and how nothing is in our control. This is a book about vision and obedience."</div><div><br></div><div>-"We will lay out the unique threads of our lives that feel random, potentially even tangling us up, but we will lay them out and dream about eternal purposes for seemingly mundane moments and consider that it is possible to waste our lives. And then let's not."</div><div><br></div><div>-"Dare to believe that God has a vision for how you are to spend your life. Finding and accomplishing this vision is quite possibly the greatest responsibility we have as a generation second only to knowing and loving God."</div><div><br></div><div>-"We have a call to dream." **</div><div><br></div><div>-"He sent his Spirit to give unique visions to unique people to reach the world in unique and beautiful ways."</div><div><br></div><div>-"He has given you an abundance of gifts, resources, people, and vision to accomplish His dreams for you. If you do not feel that way yet, you will."</div><div><br></div><div>-"What if you get past your fears and insecurities and spend the rest of your life running your guts out after his purposes for you?"</div><div><br></div><div>-"..a place where no life or minute or breath ever feels small again."</div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-35165254108813962912014-03-01T10:35:00.001-05:002014-03-01T10:35:05.955-05:00Gender Roles anyone?Sooooo --- The thought and process of getting back into the world of dating is a challenge for me. People always talk about how God challenges you to live beyond your comfort zone. Getting to know people that I have never met before is way out of my C-zone. Seriously. I am an introvert to the core. <div><br></div><div>At the children's ministry training last weekend the lead lady was speaking. She is a 5th grade teacher in real life and you can guess it by her demeanor. She is the classic example of the higher elementary teachers we all remember from our days in school. Something she said really struck a chord with me and I was happy to know someone else felt the same --- (when discussing parent teacher conferences) She discussed how it is the worst day of her life --- each year when it rolls around. She can talk to their kids, play with their kids, and teach their kids all day -- but with adults she is tongue tied and awkward. All I could say was a very enthusiastic "DITTO!!" Give me your kids all day long and I will be fine, let me educate you and I will be fine. Have a personal conversation with me and watch how awkward I become.</div><div><br></div><div>Getting the drift on why dating is certainly outside of the C-zone?</div><div><br></div><div>Anyway -- I spent my morning helping with a ballet class for kiddos with Down Syndrome. It is full of laughter and smiles as these kids try their best to do each of the dance moves with grace and elegance. The parents watch on as volunteers assist with positioning of feet, hands, and balance. I know NOTHING of ballet and so I am learning as I go and assisting my little kiddo as much as possible. Today she was all smiles and laughter as we stumbled through the process together. One of my favorite things about the class is the diversity -- in both dancers and volunteers --- a wide range of ages, multiple ethnicities, and girls and boys. It was great to see some male volunteers today in addition to our dedicated teacher. It made me ponder a question I am often asked by guys when looking for a possible relationship -- </div><div><br></div><div>And I quote --- "What is your view on tranditional gender roles?"</div><div><br></div><div>I hate that question. While it is open ended a simple response is expected. "I approve or I do not approve." What if we fit somewhere in between? Do I believe that God meant for the husband to be the head of the household? Yes - But does that mean he has ultimate control and can do as he pleases? No. Do I believe women should stay in the home to cook, clean, birth babies, and homeschool? Not necessarily. And before people get up in arms about that response please allow me to elaborate. I have many friends who are SAHMs and are amazing in that role. I just don't believe that that was God's intention for all women. I was made for my job. I love what I do. I would love to have kids one day but for my own sanity and the sanity of my children I need to continue with my work. I would love to be able to greet them at the bus stop most days and fix afternoon snacks for us all --- but I have no desire to homeschool and I think my children will be better off because of it :)</div><div><br></div><div>As for the husband being the head of the household -- It is as my friend described me --- I appreciate chilvary but do not wish to be controlled or limited due to the simple fact that God made me female. </div><div>My parents were a great example of a Godly marriage. While my dad had the final say in a decision my mom's opinion (and the kids' when appropriate) were heard and taken into consideration. That to me is respect --- and I would like a huge serving of that in any relationship in which I am a part. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-rfrWb99V_FQI0TEzm55GHx7O6YctqW_YD-jdmaDGBZESyoADmBMp61rm7I9efigwF60gHiS_KviuNgTfdvhoYwa1OcrZfskfBH2AKTc21mJ7GyTrAbVxBEp7oBiHhtZL03DbcH_qBQ/s640/blogger-image--1792099681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-rfrWb99V_FQI0TEzm55GHx7O6YctqW_YD-jdmaDGBZESyoADmBMp61rm7I9efigwF60gHiS_KviuNgTfdvhoYwa1OcrZfskfBH2AKTc21mJ7GyTrAbVxBEp7oBiHhtZL03DbcH_qBQ/s640/blogger-image--1792099681.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I am currently reading <i>Ms.Understood</i> (rebuilding the feminine equation) by Jen Hatmaker and the next in the book stack is <i>Jesus Feminist</i> (an invitation to revisit the Bible's view of women) by Sarah Bessey. I am interested to see what the Bible truly says about the roles and importance of women. I'll let you know what I find out :)</div><div><br></div><div>What are your thoughts on traditional gender roles? Don't be shy --- please share!</div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-46630582331737013952014-02-23T13:22:00.001-05:002014-02-23T13:22:44.886-05:00He has a....sense of humor.<div><br></div><div>If you don't think so you haven't seen the God I have often seen. Humor and irony. I like to think that you see certain parts of His personality to match your own --- as I have a tendency to be a bit (just a bit) sarcastic at times I am certain that his responses are in a form that resonates with me. </div><div><br></div><div>Case(s) in Point</div><div><br></div><div>1. Yesterday I drove through a drive thru carwash to get the salt off of the undercarriage of my car. Many of you are thinking that this isn't such a big task. However, thanks to a dear friend (who shall not be named -- but you know who you are) decided to take a 15 passenger van loaded with myself and a ton of kids through a small carwash years ago. As she and I were just getting to know each other at that point she was unaware (until we were entering the carwash) that I have a bit of difficulty with small spaces. Add to that the fact that the majority of the kids were screaming my name and well --- you can imagine.</div><div> Now --- back to present day -- yesterday. I decide to put on my big girl panties and go through the drive thru. I literally said a prayer before entering. Seriously. God laughed - and about that time I realized that this was a carwash unlike I was used to --- with this carwash the foam began spraying as you entered the building. I had just paid for the carwash as I entered the carwash -- with window rolled down. I'll let your imagination finish the story as you laugh at my stupidity and God's sense of humor. I didn't have time to be concerned about the noise, thumping, and small space as I was busy attempting to wipe down the inside of my car before I exited so no one would know :).</div><div><br></div><div>2. The need for a place in ministry. I have been struggling with where my place is in ministry. It isn't as easy as just stepping in and getting started. I've done that in the past. I have also found myself juggling parts of music ministry, teaching a children's Sunday school class, being in/leading small group, etc. All at the same time. It becomes to easy to do -- to easy to be the person people can call on whenever they need someone to help with a new project -- and it can't be about the "doing." It becomes to easy to lose "me" in the process. </div><div> And so -- a training for the Children's ministry at my new church is tonight. For weeks I have planned to attend and then awoke this morning with discouragement in my heart that I am not where I need to be to work with the kids -- that I need to be "better," " know more", " be more fun", "more physically fit," to work with the kids. So I went to the service today with a heavy heart once again wondering where I fit -- and then the sermon occurred.</div><div> For approx 16 wks we have been doing a verse by verse study on the book of Colossians (honestly -- a book of which I had little knowledge). Today's verses were 4:5-18. The Pastor wrapped up with sermon with verse 17.</div><div><br></div><div>".. See to it that you complete the work you have received in The Lord." (NIV)</div><div><br></div><div>"..Do your best in the job you received from the Master. Do your very best." (The Message)</div><div><br></div><div>He concluded his sermon with the reminder that the Children's training is tonight while including the fact that the training was planned months ago and they had no idea it would coincide with today's message. </div><div><br></div><div>He then added -- "Maybe you think you aren't good enough, don't know enough, or aren't fun enough to work with the kids. Well you are -- those are lies --- and I can't think of a better to place to learn more."</div><div><br></div><div>Hook - Line - Sinker! Guess where I will be at 5:00pm tonight. ROC for Children's Ministry training with the faith that God will place me in the niche that had my name on it long before today. </div><div><br></div><div>What's your niche? Have you found your place in ministry? It is not easy but TOTALLY worth it!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRUpwCR_LUO3SgfWwPtcRooEotmW3N3007cRZQaaAmcMm0epBE4pSDgm9DyltYOgqH-I81Ji2eas0yTLYQ_C-4junDIDP4eNKxHwQKEX4qvDUMUtEpqi0YfnREcIZaLx81lLn4Nd58FU/s640/blogger-image--1084155168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRUpwCR_LUO3SgfWwPtcRooEotmW3N3007cRZQaaAmcMm0epBE4pSDgm9DyltYOgqH-I81Ji2eas0yTLYQ_C-4junDIDP4eNKxHwQKEX4qvDUMUtEpqi0YfnREcIZaLx81lLn4Nd58FU/s640/blogger-image--1084155168.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-64605460690286333742014-02-19T22:16:00.001-05:002014-02-19T22:16:41.000-05:00Maybe I Need a New TitleI work as a pediatric PT. My kids come in all types of bodies . Some are tiny, some are much bigger than mine, some fully function, and some not so much. And the families are no different --- all different. One of my favorite things about my job is that every day is different and you never know what you'll find. Today was no exception. I asked a caregiver what I thought was a pretty standard question. The answer was not a standard response.<div><br></div><div>Me: "What is your goal for therapy? What do you want to see come out of (your kid's) time with me?"</div><div><br></div><div>Caregiver: "The doctor said that PT has worked miracles for some of her kids in the past. I want you to work a miracle."</div><div><br></div><div>Now..... I am not sure what the proper response is in this situation but allow me to elaborate on the options that were immediately floating through my head....</div><div><br></div><div>1. Well. Let me go grab my magic wand and fairy dust.</div><div>2. Watch me walk on water as I leave the room.</div><div>3. Did you bring your loaves and fishes?</div><div>4. Would you like some wine with your water?</div><div>5. Would you like a better dress to wear to the ball? How about a carriage made from a pumpkin?</div><div>6. Yep, that's my degree ... Doctor of Miracles.</div><div>7. Sure - my business card has my name with Miracle Worker for the title.</div><div><br></div><div>In reality I asked "Can you be more specific?"</div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-31546570382803198822014-02-15T19:56:00.001-05:002014-02-15T19:56:51.485-05:00When Life is TiringThis week was one of those weeks that makes you bone tired. You don't care to get out of bed. You don't care to go to work. You don't care to eat. You just are. You just try to keep your head down. You try to survive. <div><br></div><div>But life goes on and you get out of bed. You go to work. You eat, atleast occassionally and you survive. </div><div><br></div><div>Maybe this week was great for you or maybe your week was a bit like mine. I used to find amazing peace in the Word. I would shut the world out for an hour and dig. It wasn't about the world. It wasn't about anthing but my need to communicate with the One. </div><div><br></div><div> The One who knows my struggles before I voice them. He knows the dreams of my heart because He placed them there. He knows the depth of my pain and hurt when those dreams get tampered with or people feel that it is within their right to point out how big my dreams are in a way that tells me the accomplishment of my dreams is not possible. </div><div><br></div><div>It is funny (and sad) how much those comments are like miracle grow to any doubts already in your heart, mind, or spirit. </div><div><br></div><div>And so I dig, I dig for a reminder that I am forever loved and just the way I am now and not what I will be. It's a bit amazing really when you think that He knows everything about us... more than anyone else in the world... more than we know ourselves. And yet He loves us. How quickly we judge others. How quickly we put a cost on our love and friendship. How different would the world be if we just loved each other without judgement. Without the ridicule. Without the assumptions that are made daily. </div><div><br></div><div>I am participating in If:Equip for many reasons. I find it pretty amazing to think that thousands of people are reading the same verses as me each day. Some days the verses hit me hard and other days I end with a prayer for the person or people that truly needed to hear the verses on that day. </div><div><br></div><div>I also participate because while I used to be consistent with my daily Bible study I have not yet discovered the secret of balance in my new life. My day begins with a 5am alarm telling me to get out of bed and toss on my workout clothes or running shoes. This is followed by a physically and emotionally exhausting 10-11 hr work day. I am exhausted by the time I end my day and it is not uncommon for me to walk in the door, take a shower, and climb in bed. If it is a day that requires work at home add that to the list. </div><div><br></div><div>So for now my attempt at balance (and sanity) is If:Equip at some point during the day and attempts to work on the books in my book stack by some amazing Christian authors for extra encouragement, motivation, and reality checks. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MEbnfaLhcQPca97Sr75RaYnmQ7HljNAYsHcuACy6kCZvi_q5uyscjqFhyMYWZKeC9XjENHMVz7KbM2RwgWozGQsTRIuobdoKdBmNpDmJHCT69lBrpil_1NKaoSs_x8vS5x2CJMGVbw0/s640/blogger-image--211379064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MEbnfaLhcQPca97Sr75RaYnmQ7HljNAYsHcuACy6kCZvi_q5uyscjqFhyMYWZKeC9XjENHMVz7KbM2RwgWozGQsTRIuobdoKdBmNpDmJHCT69lBrpil_1NKaoSs_x8vS5x2CJMGVbw0/s640/blogger-image--211379064.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>There is a reassurance in my soul that this is enough for now but the expectations will surely grow. I have no idea what God has planned for me but the unrest in my soul tells me it is something life changing and far outside of my comfort zone.</div><div><br></div><div>It seems fitting that I have reconnected with a couple of friends from long ago as they settle in to their God called life in the far boundaries of their comfort zone. I came across a verse the other day that instantly reminded me of them. </div><div><br></div><div>""The Word became flesh and blood and moved into the neighborhood." John 1:14 (The Message)</div><div><br></div><div>They packed up their belongings and six fair skinned red headed children and moved where God told them to go. An old farm house in the downtown region of a small Southern town where the color of their skin determines who speaks to them, how they are treated, and the doorways that are passable. Seeing their adaptation and the way they are helping others is amazing but also terrifying. What if God asked the same of me. Could I do it? Could you? </div><div><br></div><div>Please check them out: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div>If:Equip <a href="http://ifequip.com/" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">http://ifequip.com/</a></div><div>My friend Lori <a href="http://loriharris.me/" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">http://loriharris.me/</a></div><div><br></div><div><i>Christa</i></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-21602493467129162742014-02-10T22:02:00.001-05:002014-02-10T22:02:37.185-05:00A quote by one of the parents of a patient.....<div><br></div><div>"I almost called in today to cancel because of the snow ... Just to mess with you."</div><div><br></div><div>Keep in mind .....</div><div><br></div><div>There was no snow outside and the forecast today was a 10% chance of snow <i>flurries. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>I love my job. Even on the exhausting days. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8zTNLtOgwCTtk76JVYWRuj5RPniQ_LiFACpYGQvcanOb2d_Urba3-eKZP5_sJhONqp0KCCXsQei83edF85Qdc0SMc-HPqc8i7zN-KfYROQ1wjb0EJL5CwH7jh0VJj_iClp6fTRa2qIVw/s640/blogger-image--1751014085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8zTNLtOgwCTtk76JVYWRuj5RPniQ_LiFACpYGQvcanOb2d_Urba3-eKZP5_sJhONqp0KCCXsQei83edF85Qdc0SMc-HPqc8i7zN-KfYROQ1wjb0EJL5CwH7jh0VJj_iClp6fTRa2qIVw/s640/blogger-image--1751014085.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-53827347542949310562014-02-09T21:24:00.001-05:002014-02-09T21:24:41.506-05:00Mini ponderings on IF and explanation of absenceI could say that my absence was due to my lack of a working computer and migraines too frequent for me to attempt typing an entire blog post on my phone. It wouldn't be a lie but neither would it be the entire truth. When I began creating this blog I made a pact with myself. I didn't want the blog to be depressing rantings like so many blogs seem to be but I also wanted truth on the screen. Transparency was my goal. That being said. The thoughts in my mind and conflict within myself has not been worthy of this screen and thus.... <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHIQHVCqfRco9JFQKzGRKJw0aRxba4TmFGeSu1MC3zwelNbYaw1ePkbAE87xyXx4SdY4oLKFRh87VdFpd_pLGj4qjABhgWJUPdlO2lVyn0GmAI8nbX2FRDRQ0CAzZIJ5HcwYSX4LmZho/s640/blogger-image-67003201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHIQHVCqfRco9JFQKzGRKJw0aRxba4TmFGeSu1MC3zwelNbYaw1ePkbAE87xyXx4SdY4oLKFRh87VdFpd_pLGj4qjABhgWJUPdlO2lVyn0GmAI8nbX2FRDRQ0CAzZIJ5HcwYSX4LmZho/s640/blogger-image-67003201.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A quick catch up...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have officially graduated from grad school. I now spend my days signing paperwork with Christa Todd, PT, DPT and attempting to not sign this on checks and receipts :) I am now employed at The Children's Hospital of the King's Daughters (more easily known as CHKD) as a pediatric physical therapist. I LOVE my job! Seriously! My case load ranges from a few months old to 19 years old. I typically see kids with neurological deficits and developmental delays. Occassionally I am called to use my orthopedic knowledge and it often takes a glance at my resources to pull away the cobwebs. My days are long as I work four ten hour days and the beginning of my weekend is often spent recovering from my week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I rent a house about 12-15 minutes from my job in a neighborhood of working class people of all ages and ethicities. It is not uncommon for me to be vacuuming late at night or attempting to organize and clean out my still crazy looking home. Nor is it uncommon for me to jump after bumping a wall in fear of having upset my neighbors --- only to realize I live in a house -- no one on the other side of my wall. Then again, I also apologize when I bump into manequins in stores. Am I the only one?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am the crazy lady in the neighborhood who isn't married, has no children, and mows her yard with an electric lawn mower. I am that lady and most days I am okay with it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The last couple of weeks have meant snow beyond reason and driving in conditions that make my heart race in my chest and blood thunder through my veins. You know those stupid signs that say bridges and overpasses freeze before roads. I always thought they were ridiculous and each time I read them the famous word "Duh" came to mind. The rain fell and became inches of ice, the snow came and covered the snow, and then I drove. As I drove I realized those signs are not so stupid. Approx 85% of my commute from home to work is either a bridge, an overpass, or a raised highway/interstate. Let's just say that life was interesting. The 11+ inches of snow was much better than the ice topped with snow. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVl26vd6OQPRzDZuf-uCn8BVZRP6yTROqjf8UlMbPfOb5h_lsGK91M04UBLB8jzA68wBt8ZsRdxvzfhd1mi8XxGsVLUpJTQskxfWjK8pHBxnNkTGxmriGceD2B8Eryi8U6Wz_SdLbVS_k/s640/blogger-image--1369843155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVl26vd6OQPRzDZuf-uCn8BVZRP6yTROqjf8UlMbPfOb5h_lsGK91M04UBLB8jzA68wBt8ZsRdxvzfhd1mi8XxGsVLUpJTQskxfWjK8pHBxnNkTGxmriGceD2B8Eryi8U6Wz_SdLbVS_k/s640/blogger-image--1369843155.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The snow also provided my neighbors with a good laugh as the crazy electric mowing lady <b style="font-style: italic;">swept</b> eleven plus inches of snow from her driveway with a broom. Three kind older gentlemen from my neighborhood appeared with shovels to assist with the second half. Which was not only helpful but also provided me with the opportunity to constantly monitor my new manly friends for signs of heart attack while they shoveled :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrEMqlnpONMNgoJv6BYYWpTGzQFwTTtLIIB5TVYPYXIs4dd31W2m9H2VmQI8ijsVigYtco-yDD39UDiUdlPvQ1hSE-gBdf6C7RP-_jORUIC-HUiiEjdeE4XEppX0SsjnoCsYJ6mjYYvQ/s640/blogger-image--1554891068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrEMqlnpONMNgoJv6BYYWpTGzQFwTTtLIIB5TVYPYXIs4dd31W2m9H2VmQI8ijsVigYtco-yDD39UDiUdlPvQ1hSE-gBdf6C7RP-_jORUIC-HUiiEjdeE4XEppX0SsjnoCsYJ6mjYYvQ/s640/blogger-image--1554891068.jpg"></a></div><br></div>All caught up?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is my life. Add in a few trips home and a couple of friends visiting and you have all of the highlights for the last 9 months.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9g6a9bZHZZOHLHv4myoFrRGE_gla7AU36FoJriupF30AmVSr8JhUlOhZgA0qMWk1RsTBx-qeOcJt6IJCe3izthI0TpT7JXOlRsSAuli8PcmOcOpXVKTuTCvJwWydg_yMeefXrSo4rgQU/s640/blogger-image-1148024901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9g6a9bZHZZOHLHv4myoFrRGE_gla7AU36FoJriupF30AmVSr8JhUlOhZgA0qMWk1RsTBx-qeOcJt6IJCe3izthI0TpT7JXOlRsSAuli8PcmOcOpXVKTuTCvJwWydg_yMeefXrSo4rgQU/s640/blogger-image-1148024901.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I spent this weekend with one of my favorite people. She organized a simulcast viewing for the IF:Gathering. It was two days of female authors and speakers with amazing messages, worship, food, laughter, and tears. As I sort through my thoughts and emotions from this weekend I will share. For now, I'm going to curl up on the couch and work on my stack of books to read with the Olympics in the background. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font color="#000000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENyMGxMGx17JJQwvcaNYTbevbTyhnKtfKCzr1b1Y6ku-boGLEX5a5Vm3mfjtHPVsn0-VpkCEwW6_QGVMoqd1T5BBhBHZHvhE6-Paywg3oX0grHU99Yk1aFs4KLG24LYtPeemTuRfGQ-M/s640/blogger-image--197202358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENyMGxMGx17JJQwvcaNYTbevbTyhnKtfKCzr1b1Y6ku-boGLEX5a5Vm3mfjtHPVsn0-VpkCEwW6_QGVMoqd1T5BBhBHZHvhE6-Paywg3oX0grHU99Yk1aFs4KLG24LYtPeemTuRfGQ-M/s640/blogger-image--197202358.jpg"></a></font></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">God is good y'all. </div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-44538013968951864632013-05-31T10:21:00.001-04:002013-05-31T10:21:11.052-04:00As I Sit....I sit and listen to the deep breathing of a baby as he begins to awaken from his morning nap on the play mat. I hear the sweet sound of an almost 2 year old's pleading to get out of a nap. I hear the birds chirp and hear the dog paws scratching on the deck as an old dog begins her journey in search of someone she can kiss and get some lovin' in return. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGresD4XUTg17JHEQ8uE6PgH0-1owOiHyI5L7ci9nSJ9Ns8Wiv9yQ-GDJs6v4bsfKDce-Y6xhnxlFxViGkMZHueCRZeHSn1NutolQ61m-sc__dwvpMTrgMQRPkzGu-2GCeN9SbKa7Igk/s640/blogger-image--2115914090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGresD4XUTg17JHEQ8uE6PgH0-1owOiHyI5L7ci9nSJ9Ns8Wiv9yQ-GDJs6v4bsfKDce-Y6xhnxlFxViGkMZHueCRZeHSn1NutolQ61m-sc__dwvpMTrgMQRPkzGu-2GCeN9SbKa7Igk/s640/blogger-image--2115914090.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5xwAGmQEynn1iIFb5D3McRUuzJoY20vlEkOkw680o3n04p-idHbRWf-n2jh1yCnSCI4cpwEoqj0PvMdZB1XRnuggSWGUXcWLDxOXRgKvAXYdYAQ9qHJzpEn5hw2FsrGw2atcobXuMwA/s640/blogger-image--1538428213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5xwAGmQEynn1iIFb5D3McRUuzJoY20vlEkOkw680o3n04p-idHbRWf-n2jh1yCnSCI4cpwEoqj0PvMdZB1XRnuggSWGUXcWLDxOXRgKvAXYdYAQ9qHJzpEn5hw2FsrGw2atcobXuMwA/s640/blogger-image--1538428213.jpg"></a></div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">It is a peaceful morning in the mountains at my sister's house and a great way to begin the weekend. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNjgSS-ai0ZoMETdFhXaLXQMwTGeXS85b8owEirfAtS-1C6lLPf_ouWbAlxzp-tRanOf0be9Pxo0fA84kI2a8HNKraN-PQTLdU7U_nLQQ_JZZhq6Gw-uwNJXz0xcKUlW-0YQhvOokZyg/s640/blogger-image--1356490971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNjgSS-ai0ZoMETdFhXaLXQMwTGeXS85b8owEirfAtS-1C6lLPf_ouWbAlxzp-tRanOf0be9Pxo0fA84kI2a8HNKraN-PQTLdU7U_nLQQ_JZZhq6Gw-uwNJXz0xcKUlW-0YQhvOokZyg/s640/blogger-image--1356490971.jpg"></a></div></span></div><div><br></div><div>The day will end with a really nice dinner with friends who have become family and a late night drive down the interstate. </div><div><br></div><div>I hope your weekend finds peace, hope, kisses, and lovin' :)</div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-20884527075344073512013-05-28T23:24:00.001-04:002013-05-28T23:24:36.099-04:00Up Close and maybe Too PersonalI spent a day last week repotting plants with my mom. I have several plants that were not repotted in my time in Boston. In the city it is too much work to lug around bags of potting soil. As we began it became apparent that my spider plants were root bond. I wish I had taken a picture of the roots. When the plants were removed from the pot the roots were so tightly wound around each other that soil was almost nonexistent. The picture shows the <b>thirteen</b> spider plants that were removed from my one <i>very small</i> blue pot. How sad. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6tAfJAg47tYhEwdh0SGi_mQrGzX67p2ccAlluKQKJ3WXPNY8J99U9ak0yuhpEVq_3Ux8Cday0yVhwPu3Ptbuxv3B6e1x6obBxeZOzNx7yt79iy9b1rcDLEC2dkDEutSnuDwDXyYR7z8/s640/blogger-image--513247437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6tAfJAg47tYhEwdh0SGi_mQrGzX67p2ccAlluKQKJ3WXPNY8J99U9ak0yuhpEVq_3Ux8Cday0yVhwPu3Ptbuxv3B6e1x6obBxeZOzNx7yt79iy9b1rcDLEC2dkDEutSnuDwDXyYR7z8/s640/blogger-image--513247437.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The plants weren't healthy. They were pale and anemic looking. I get it. Many are surprised to find that I am an introvert. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I love people young and old. Really I do. I can put on a smile and meet new people and fulfill the proper actions. However <i>-- </i>meeting new people is terrifying to me. People always say how surprising that is for them. "It seems so easy. " "You seem so natural. " </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The truth is -- it is a skill I have developed. I grew up as a minister's daughter. Move to a new church and everyone expects you to know them because they know your name. They never seem to realize that they only have 4 names to learn while we have 100s. You learn really quickly how to paste on a smile, be friendly, and never let on that you are uncomfortable. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">That being said - I love spending time with a small group of close friends or family but I regain my energy from time alone or with one other. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> I understand my plants -- when surrounded by too many for too long you either lose a part of yourself or you just don't make it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I lost part of myself in the process of finding myself in Boston. Time in the country, hands in the dirt, wandering through farmer's markets, and laughter with friends and family has begun a renewal. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am ready for a new start but I am going into it with specific goals for myself. A neighborhood in which I can run. A possible adult gymnastics class. Cello lessons. A church in which I fit and can be involved. ( but not too involved). I need balance. I long for balance. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How do you find balance?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xWOLhUd7usGQmGa0z41MvSwVzxlq6LZp9-XzgTo6wx82VKE6eywHd85Fkh74MCk4cYxMoykqnioqB_2s9ti8MKVsbvP5eVmMPF5JPKkk1CPQlUVnxUAR0vnQ3kElG8lJpBM7MybXnY0/s640/blogger-image--1050078589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xWOLhUd7usGQmGa0z41MvSwVzxlq6LZp9-XzgTo6wx82VKE6eywHd85Fkh74MCk4cYxMoykqnioqB_2s9ti8MKVsbvP5eVmMPF5JPKkk1CPQlUVnxUAR0vnQ3kElG8lJpBM7MybXnY0/s640/blogger-image--1050078589.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>Happy spider plants. </i></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-52394024236163071512013-05-15T23:23:00.002-04:002013-05-16T10:11:44.231-04:00Head to Wall. 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tap. Tap. TAp. TAP. <span style="font-size: large;">TAP</span>. <span style="font-size: x-large;">TAP</span>. <span style="font-size: x-large;">taptaptaptaptap</span>.<br />
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A lovely red male cardinal who beats his head against my sliding glass door each day in attempts to take out the other lovely red male cardinal in the window.<br />
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Himself.<br />
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While the tapping is incredibly obnoxious it is a sound that resounds deep within me.<br />
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How often do we tap our fingers as we fidget? How often do we bang our heads against the wall in frustration / aggravation / or anguish? How often do we fight ourselves?<br />
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Each day we awake with a need to have a day that is better than the one before. A day in which we are better than we were the day before.<br />
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We lose a few pounds and are happy but then we look in the mirror and wish for more. We like the outfit we are wearing but wish it were different or that we had more? We get our haircut and it is good for a week and then we convince ourselves that it is no longer good enough.<br />
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We are loved unconditionally by a Father no matter our look, our size, or our job. And yet we tear ourselves down with each breath we take and take shots at others around us. We listen to society as they whisper in our ear that we are not enough. That we will never be enough.<br />
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What will it take for us decide that we are perfect just the way we are?<br />
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I don't have the answer --- this is an answer I seek on a daily basis. I can only try to be the best me that I can be. <br />
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The day of commencement began with a hooding ceremony and was followed with commencing of diplomas.<br />
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I am surrounded by lovely people at the end of the alphabet and when the ceremony became boring the shoe watching increased. Those nurses wear some CRAZY shoes!<br />
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More pictures to follow later ---- For now..... my bed is calling my name.Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-70758627954009879102013-05-08T08:45:00.001-04:002013-05-08T08:46:32.696-04:00<img alt="Photo: Emma Stone - "What sets you apart may seem like a burden, but it's not, and most of the time it's what makes you great."" height="266" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/p480x480/215306_577749218924881_199954115_n.jpg" width="400" />Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-33495926907347598602013-05-07T22:01:00.000-04:002013-05-07T22:01:27.640-04:00Job!I now officially have a job at the Children's Hospital of the King's Daughters in Norfolk, VA. (<a href="http://www.chkd.org/">http://www.chkd.org/</a>)<br />
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I will share more later but for now ----<br />
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Lots of Praise for an unexpected job in an unexpected place. Thrilled.<br />
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Now.... to pack my suitcase for Commencement in Boston with family, classmates, and friends.<br />
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<br />Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042688926790266863.post-70601591490280368022013-05-05T18:30:00.000-04:002013-05-05T18:41:35.169-04:00Broken Hallelujah.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">The song "Hallelujah" has been on my mind a lot lately. In response I currently awake to the tune each morning.</span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">It seems to me we go through phases. Some phases include a strong hallelujah, some are a bit less strong, and some phases are more for the Broken Hallelujahs.</span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">During this morning's sermon a verse was loosely quoted --- when we are so broken that we can't even voice our needs/requests -- the Holy Spirit speaks on our behalf.</span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">Deep in my soul I know that God not only hears my strong and boisterous Hallelujahs He also hears our quiet broken Hallelujahs spoken when it takes every ounce of strength we can muster.</span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">No matter phase you are currently in --- I hope you know you are loved. You are cherished. You are supported.</span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i>(I like this video of the song -- it was recorded backstage during Winter Jam. It's like going to church as these girls worship their Father)</i></b></span><span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
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<span class="line line-s hover" id="line_1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border: 0px; display: block; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Hallelujah</b></i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I've heard there was a secret chord</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That David played and it pleased the Lord</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But you don't really care for music, do you?</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The minor fall, the major lift</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_6" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The baffled king composing hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_7" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_8" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Your faith was strong but you needed proof</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_10" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>You saw her bathing on the roof</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_11" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>She tied you to a kitchen chair</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_13" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>She broke your throne, she cut your hair</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_14" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And from your lips she drew the hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_15" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_16" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_17" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Maybe I've been here before</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_18" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I know this room, I've walked this floor</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_19" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I used to live alone before I knew you</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I've seen your flag on the marble arch</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_21" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Love is not a victory march</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_22" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_23" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_24" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_25" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>There was a time you let me know</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_26" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>What's real and going on below</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_27" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But now you never show it to me, do you?</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_28" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And remember when I moved in you?</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_29" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The holy dark was moving too</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_30" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And every breath we drew was hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_31" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_32" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_33" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Maybe there's a God above</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_34" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And all I ever learned from love</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_35" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_36" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And it's not a cry you can hear at night</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_37" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>It's not somebody who's seen the light</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_38" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_39" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_40" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /></i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_41" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_42" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hallelujah, hallelujah</i></span></span><span style="border: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><br />(Rufus Wainwright)</i></span>Christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13983374390641750225noreply@blogger.com2