<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308</id><updated>2012-02-09T13:20:34.220-06:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Ananias'/><category term='Jacob'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='fill in the blank friday'/><category term='Joplin'/><category term='Fletcher'/><category term='Romans'/><category term='Blizzard'/><category term='Obedience'/><category term='Courage'/><category term='Community'/><category term='Video Blog'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Conference'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Abraham'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Youth'/><category term='Testimony'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Here I Am'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Website'/><category term='Women&apos;s Ministry'/><category term='Paxton'/><category term='Ministry'/><category term='Revolution'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='Personality'/><category term='Romantic'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Ryan'/><category term='Published'/><category term='Devotional'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Spiritual Living'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Paul'/><category term='Colossians'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Outdoors'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>someone totally consumed</title><subtitle type='html'>here is my journey...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8536251341122063267</id><published>2011-06-23T14:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:09:45.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joplin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>What in the Month (or two)?!</title><content type='html'>Hello blog world. My name is Britt. We met a few years back, had something good there for a while, then I fell off of the face of the earth for a few months. But guess what? I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good reason for that, however I'm not in a place quite yet where I'm ready to delve into that topic. But I would like to clue you in on a few of my recent shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first book came out a few months ago! Well, it's not just mine. I had the privilege of writing a 30 Day devotional for Women with six other godly women. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, and look forward to or next. In fact, I have my first deadline next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to buy the book, please go to &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/becoming-an-intentional-woman/15147340"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504953014285522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE_cLJ6kYQw/TgOY-IOD9NI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WiRE55Ssb5k/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all know, a devastating tornado ripped through Joplin, MO. As some may know, I work for Convoy of Hope. The Saturday after the disaster struck, I had the honor of going to Joplin with COH to assist in the response. Please continue to pray for Joplin. You can't imagine the destruction and none of us can understand the loss those people are experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504540456813010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7-BYxv928E/TgOYmHUsgdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/8mBn2wxor40/s320/photo27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504539931274658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9whHA5Eznc/TgOYmFXZbaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/r0IyX0EWOwY/s320/photo22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504546516423250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_E_uUJqkZAA/TgOYmd5a0lI/AAAAAAAAA30/sr_fdZYBbWc/s320/photo17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became an aunt for the first time! Yahoooooooo! My younger brother, and his girlfriend Cassidy, gave birth to the most handsome baby boy, Paxton Conrad Garrett, on May 15, 2011. I don't think I could be more smitten. At least, not until I have my own one day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504958646518290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s40ajXd_0Tk/TgOY-dM5AhI/AAAAAAAAA4c/5qVWFnDGVDY/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504951699574786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ9ounDsiYw/TgOY-DUnEAI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FhT9MF4e1SU/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621505185485978434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvOzpZh6Xjc/TgOZLqPoe0I/AAAAAAAAA40/21UBjUvdUqc/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Angela and I recently went kayaking, a favorite activity of ours. She is pregnant and due in September. One day I will kill for something like this with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621505185154485346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYgss4u_Wug/TgOZLpAmTGI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DSr5jRY6TQA/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504959770907842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_LTuhqVZz0/TgOY-hY91MI/AAAAAAAAA4k/fc0F1TxPBdg/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504544370060722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7gq2RugqM0/TgOYmV5r7bI/AAAAAAAAA38/7iTeHmUOHtM/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Ryan and I went to the Show Me Music &amp;amp; Arts Festival. I tried four times a day, for weeks trying to win free tickets on the radio because it was so expensive. However, I did not win. So, I bought a one day pass and went to see my favorite band live. One Republic. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I knew if I didn't go, I would regret it. And I'm glad I did, because they were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621505194189305202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Juklot80Oao/TgOZMKqqtXI/AAAAAAAAA48/cypC9VIozLw/s320/photo%2B4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and here is Ryan and I. Isn't he handsome? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621504547917567042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QT0Tz2nKPms/TgOYmjHelEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/V3MXcz7lZtE/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt; There is my summer so far. There is so much more that has happened, because summer just breathes fun things, but I'm too lazy to account for it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my lesson in avoiding blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8536251341122063267?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8536251341122063267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8536251341122063267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8536251341122063267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8536251341122063267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-in-month-or-two.html' title='What in the Month (or two)?!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE_cLJ6kYQw/TgOY-IOD9NI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WiRE55Ssb5k/s72-c/IMG_0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-2996378661827570787</id><published>2011-05-13T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:36:28.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I Am'/><title type='text'>Here I Am - God</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Then when you pray, God will answer. You'll call out for help and I'll say, 'Here I am&lt;/em&gt;.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 58.9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 58&lt;/strong&gt; is a beautiful passage, and I would highly recommend that you read it. I am quite fond of The Message translation because the Scripture seems to burst forth right in front of you! It is certainly a chapter worth reading in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last four weeks, we have been able to take a glimpse into the lives of four men in the Bible who showed faith, courage, and obedience. Abraham, Jacob, Moses and Ananias all responded with "&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;," when the Lord called their name. They were in place, both in their walk with God and in their purpose, in order that they may be ready when the Lord called upon them. Don't worry if you feel you can't relate. Truth is, they didn't have it all together, either. God calls on anyone who is willing, and it is HIM who equips us for the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have been able to learn is that when God calls our name for an assignment, we must first be in a place where we are willing to hear from Him. Then, with immediate obedience, we step out in faith and courage to accomplish the task He has set before us, in His mighty power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we turn the tables and look to our Father for this response. In &lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 58&lt;/strong&gt;, we find a promise. Oh, I just love Gods promises, don't you?! Even though we don't deserve any good thing, he longs to be gracious to us. Beyond that, He promises us so much! We find one right here, tucked away in &lt;strong&gt;verse 9&lt;/strong&gt;...that when we call out to Him, He will say "&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;" actually notes a person ready at hand to help. When we call Gods name, when we seek Him out, He is ready to respond! If Abraham responded so quickly when God called him to sacrifice his son, how much more quickly will God respond to help His children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to fear if our prayers will fall flat. Or if we have too much baggage for God to hear us. And we certainly don't have to worry if God cares. Because He does...about everything! Even what may seem small in contrast to everything else, God cares if it matters to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be careful not to take this verse out of context. It must be read in a way that it is linked to the rest of the passage, which would be necessary. There is much in the chapter that addresses an action on our part. To care for the poor, stand up for injustice, to not gossip and to be generous. "&lt;em&gt;THEN when you pray, God will answer&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to encourage you to today, and every day henceforth, to call out the name of the Lord. There is power in His name, and in prayer. And when you do, watch God respond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-2996378661827570787?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/2996378661827570787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=2996378661827570787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2996378661827570787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2996378661827570787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/05/then-when-you-pray-god-will-answer.html' title='Here I Am - God'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-6584130166208097198</id><published>2011-05-06T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:51:53.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ananias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I Am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><title type='text'>Here I Am - Ananias</title><content type='html'>Ananias...the one who started it all for me. It was reading in&lt;strong&gt; Acts 9&lt;/strong&gt; that I came across the account of the Lord calling out to Ananias in a vision, and Ananias responding with, "&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks, we have been able to take a glimpse into the lives of three men who said the same thing: Abraham, Jacob, and Moses. I don't know about you, but I have been encouraged and challenged by their example of obedience and courage...and above all, faith. As I have been in study for this series, I've heard the Lord speak things to my heart that I had never heard in quite the same way before. His Word is coming alive in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ananias, the one that started it all for me, and the only example we will look at from the New Testament. Who is this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ananias was a disciple of Jesus, and Paul later says, well spoken of by the Jews. I do want to address that this is not the same Ananias we find in &lt;strong&gt;Acts 5&lt;/strong&gt; who, with his wife Sapphira, sold his property, yet kept a portion of the proceeds for himself. His deeds were made known to the apostles, and at that point his life was lost. Nor is this Ananias, the high priest in &lt;strong&gt;Acts 23-24&lt;/strong&gt; who brought a case against Paul. No, indeed this is not the same Ananias we find in these two accounts. He was a man, perhaps not as well known as others we often think of, but without a doubt one of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;Acts 9&lt;/strong&gt;, Saul, who would come to be known as Paul, was on his way to Damascus. &lt;strong&gt;Verse 1-2&lt;/strong&gt; introduces Saul with, "&lt;em&gt;But Saul, still breathing threats and murder against the disciples of the Lord, went to the high priest and asked him for letters to the synagogues at Damascus, so that if he found any belonging to the Way, men or women, he might bring them bound to Jerusalem." Saul was not one to be trifled with, and you can be sure Christians knew his name&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his was to Damascus, Saul encounters the Lord, is stricken blind, and is told to go to Damascus and find a man named Ananias. About the same time, the Lord comes to Ananias in a vision, calling his name. Then we hear it..."&lt;em&gt;Hear I am, Lord&lt;/em&gt;." The Lord proceeds to tell Ananias to go to a man named Saul, and to lay his hands on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ananias knew who Saul was, and even asks God about it. No doubt there is a hint of fear in his voice. But as we have looked at before, there is often fear when God calls us to do something. However, Ananias didn't run away or avoid Saul, as many may have well done knowing Saul's reputation. No, he went right away to find Saul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but chuckle a bit. If only Ananias knew what was about to happen. If only he knew what God was about to unleash through Saul/Paul. I don't think he could have imagined it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ananias finds Saul, lays his hands on him, and Saul regains his sight. Immediately, Ananias prophesizes over him and baptizes him. He gets to witness the transformation of a persecutor into a mighty man of God. Knowing Saul's reputation, I can imagine that Ananias must have felt some sense of how big this time was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think how exciting it must have been for Ananias. He made himself available to God, and when called upon to do something fearful, he proceeded with obedience and courage. The result of his faith was the conversion of Saul into Paul. The impact Paul made for the gospel cannot be counted or imagined. I'm amazed at what that meant for Ananias, and what that means for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we conclude, it would be appropriate to make known that Ananias is mentioned once more, in &lt;strong&gt;Acts 22.12-16.&lt;/strong&gt; Paul is recounting his conversion, and mentions Ananias, and even recounts the conversion with a bit more detail. We can learn from this example given to us through Ananias, and be encouraged to step out in faith and expect that God will use our faith to do great things for His kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we look back over the last few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham has convicted me to be willing to lay my dreams on the altar. Never has this been more necessary or been called upon me more than in the last few weeks as I have been asked to lay down my greatest dream, and it has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do. But I would rather lay my dream down than be disobedient to my loving Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's testimony has encouraged me to go forward when I am called, even in the presence of fear. To take a step into the unknown when I am called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses has challenged me to proceed when called upon, even though I might not feel qualified. We can be sure that when God calls us to do something, no matter the task, He will equip us to do it. We must just step out and believe He will give us what we need, when we rely on Him, to go forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Ananias, also teaching us to step out when we are afraid, we see the possibility of what one act of obedience can do to advance the gospel, impact the Kingdom, and change many lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you would be that God would stir something in your heart through this study. That you would be challenged by each of these accounts to step out in obedience and courage when you are called upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we are not done. Next we will conclude our study by turning the tables a little, and taking a look at an Old Testament account of God replying to His child, "&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;." You wont want to miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-6584130166208097198?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/6584130166208097198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=6584130166208097198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6584130166208097198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6584130166208097198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/05/here-i-am-ananias.html' title='Here I Am - Ananias'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1230528629440884594</id><published>2011-04-29T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:34:25.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I Am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><title type='text'>Here I Am - Moses</title><content type='html'>Over the last two weeks, we have been able take a peek into the lives of two men of the faith, Abraham and Jacob. We have been able to witness their immediate response and obedience in saying "&lt;em&gt;Here I am, Lord&lt;/em&gt;." And in the face of the unknown, exercise courage. I don't know about you, but I have been greatly challenged and encouraged by this study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response, "&lt;em&gt;here I am&lt;/em&gt;" has been echoing in my mind, like a dream I can't shake.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham has convicted me to be willing to lay my dreams on the altar. Indeed, even in the last few weeks I have been asked to lay down my greatest dream, and it has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do. But I would rather lay my dream down than be disobedient to my loving Father.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's testimony has encouraged me to go forward when I am called, even in the presence of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we examine the instance in which Moses responds to God with, "&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;." We find his story in &lt;strong&gt;Exodus 3&lt;/strong&gt;. I would encourage you now take the time to read the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;When we come to chapter three, what do we know about Moses? We know that he was a Hebrew child hidden by his mother to escape death. We know he was placed into the river and eventually found by the Pharaohs daughter. We know he is raised in Pharaohs court and has gained much in his time there. We know, when one day he sees an Egyptian beating a Hebrew, he kills the man, and out of fear, runs to the land of Midian. We know he marries the priests daughter, and for forty years, shepards the man flocks in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty years. The same routine every day. Certainly plenty of time to pray. One day, however, Moses would encounter God in a way he never had before. A day unlike any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Moses was out with the flock, he notices a burning bush. Not extraordinary in itself. But as time goes by, Moses notices that the bush isn't being consumed. Interesting, don't you think? Moses did to. He goes to get a closer look and out of nowhere he hears his name called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find crazy is that Moses responds, "&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;." Seriously? Really? I'm fairly certain that if I saw a burning bush and heard a loud voice call out my name out in the middle of nowhere, I would be pretty darned scared. Wouldn't you? Not Moses though; he is cool, calm, and collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the point, God calls Moses' name, Moses responds, and God tells Moses He wants for him to return to Egypt. Like Jacob, God was calling Moses to return to a place he had once fled out of fear of death. To return to Egypt would mean to face his past…something we all are afraid to do at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine being told that God wants you to return to a dangerous place, and out of there, lead the deliverance of thousands of people through the desert? Pretty big task if you ask me! But Moses did it, and he was used as Gods instrument to deliver the Israelites out of bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to challenge you today to face the fear ahead. Perhaps you don’t feel qualified like Moses? Do it anyway. Please know this…God wouldn’t call you to do anything He knew you couldn’t handle. He will equip you for what He has called you to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have know idea what God has planned for you. Nor can you comprehend the magnitude of your purpose. We all have a purpose. Yes, you have a God ordained purpose to make an impact on this earth that ONLY YOU can make. My prayer would be that you would never regret being disobedient to the call of God because you were afraid or felt ill-qualified, but rather you would be able to see a life marked with obedience and courage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-1230528629440884594?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/1230528629440884594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=1230528629440884594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1230528629440884594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1230528629440884594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/04/over-last-two-weeks-we-have-been-able.html' title='Here I Am - Moses'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-6280687873724835961</id><published>2011-04-21T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:54:36.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I Am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><title type='text'>Here I Am - Jacob</title><content type='html'>Last week we began a look at five men in the Bible who responded with, "&lt;i&gt;Here I am&lt;/i&gt;" when God called their name. In these men we can learn great lessons; lessons on what obedience and courage look like.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our first study, we looked at the life of Abraham and how God had spoken to him that he must sacrifice his son, Isaac. With immediate obedience and great courage, he made a three day journey in order to offer up his son. However, God stopped him in the nick of time, and blessed Abraham as the father of many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we look at Jacob, the grandson of Abraham. A man we would come to know as Israel; the father of the twelve tribes. We see, not in just one chapter, but twice the obedience of Jacob. But it was not always like this for Jacob. In fact, Jacob was quite the troublemaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A deceit most noted is that of Jacob in deceiving his father, in &lt;b&gt;Genesis 27&lt;/b&gt;. Here, Jacob tells his father many lies in order to steal a blessing that belonged to his older brother Esau. Many were the consequences that came as a result of Jacobs deception, but over the course of his life, he learned to hear and respond to the voice of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this can be a great encouragement to us all. We can look at the life of Israel and see God's mercy and favor, as he sought God. We can know that our past mistakes are not barriers to Gods blessings. Yes, there will be consequences to our sins, but God is merciful and covers us with favor as a shield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over time, Jacob learned to recognize the voice of God. And not only did he recognize the voice of God, but he learned obedience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;b&gt;Genesis 31&lt;/b&gt;, Jacob has made a family and acquired property for himself, while living with his uncle Laban. After years of service to Laban, he finds his favor with his uncle dwindling. In a dream, God calls Jacobs name, and he responds with, "&lt;i&gt;Here I am&lt;/i&gt;." God then proceeds to tell him to take his family and property, and to return to his native land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That took courage on Jacobs part. Why? Because returning home meant facing his older brother Esau. Remember, Jacob had fled home in the first place because he was told Esau had plans to kill him. To return home could mean death for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second time we see God call to Jacob in a dream is in &lt;b&gt;Genesis 46&lt;/b&gt;, and Jacob of course responds, "&lt;i&gt;Here I am&lt;/i&gt;." This time, God calls Jacob to leave home, and to travel to Egypt in order that he may be reunited with his son Joseph. We can find confidence in knowing that sometimes when God calls us, it may be a bit unnerving, going to a place we are unfamiliar with, but it's road leads to answered prayer and restoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can look at the life of Jacob and be encouraged. To see a man botch it up quite a bit, but to see this man grow into someone God uses to birth His chosen nation, Israel. We can be encouraged in knowing that even though we make mistakes, God chooses to restore our fortunes out of His own loving desire, to restore us and bless us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps God is calling your name right now. You hesitate to respond out of fear. Out of doubt that you are capable. Be assured that God will equip you for every journey He calls us to. Sometimes its hard. Sometimes it's very hard. Usually it leads to a blessing we cannot imagine. Jacob returned to his native land, with Esau meeting him with open arms. And in his later years, he travelled the unknown to be reunited with his precious son Joseph, whom he thought was dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God calls your name, will you be able to recognize His voice? If so, will you respond immediately and with courage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-6280687873724835961?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/6280687873724835961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=6280687873724835961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6280687873724835961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6280687873724835961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-i-am-jacob.html' title='Here I Am - Jacob'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5961754224465624646</id><published>2011-04-14T13:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:54:53.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I Am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><title type='text'>Here I Am - Abraham</title><content type='html'>The other day I was reading in &lt;b&gt;Acts 9&lt;/b&gt;, for no reason other than I opened up to it. As I was reading the chapter, I came across the character of Ananias. We find him in scripture twice; once in Acts 9 when he meets Saul and once in Acts 22 as the now Paul mentions him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a vision, the Lord calls Ananias' name, and immediately he responds with, "&lt;em&gt;Here I am, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;" This is a response I had remembered hearing before, so I quickly began to research other instances in the Bible when someone had responded with ,"&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;" when God called their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five instances that I could find, using this exact phrasing; four times in the Old Testament and once in the New Testament. Needless to say, my curiosity was peaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took some time to study each instance, and each time I saw obedience and courage in the response of the person. As I began to write this devotional, I realized I couldn't fit it all into one segment. In fact, Abraham's experience was enough for one devotional. With that said, I will be turning this study into a five part study on the obedience and courage of those in the Bible who said, "&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genesis 22 - Abraham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abraham waited years, and I mean years, to have a son with his wife, Sarah. After decades of praying, waiting on God, and an attempt to get the process started early, God opens up Sarah's barren womb, and she bears Isaac. Beautiful and heaven sent Isaac...the answer to their prayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day many years later, God calls out to Abraham, "&lt;i&gt;and he said, 'Here am I&lt;/i&gt;.'" God tells Abraham that he would like for him to take Isaac to a designated mountain and...are you ready for a shocker? He tells Abraham to sacrifice beautiful Isaac. Really you might ask?! Oh yes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What floors me and encourages me all at the same time is Abraham's immediate response! Scripture says he woke up early the next morning and set off on a a three day journey to the mountain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's be honest, how many of us would have taken the time to get around obeying? Maybe taking a few days to prepare for the trip? Or taking a week to soak up your final moments with your loving son? It's not too hard to imagine stalling as long as possible. However, don't we fall into this trap more than we would like to admit? God asks us to do something difficult, and though we agree to obey, how often do we beat around the bush? Delayed obedience is still disobedience, no matter what way you try to paint the picture. Abraham didn't just respond immediately with "&lt;i&gt;Here I am&lt;/i&gt;" when God called his name, but he responded in action as well. What a great directive for us all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Furthermore, Abraham didn't even ask for God to reconsider His command! It would have been easy to rationalize with God. To perhaps ask God to spare him of such a thing. To remind God that Isaac was a promise to Abraham. But no. God tells Abraham to sacrifice his only son, and in the next sentence we see Abraham's immediate obedience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you imagine it? For years you pray for a child. One son with your bride. And finally, after years of trying and crying out to God, your son arrives. You spend many more years training him in the ways of the Lord. Years in fellowship with your pride and joy. Morning after morning of God'spromise looking back at you. Then one day, your Heavenly Father tells you to sacrifice your most treasured son. Instead of fighting back, your crying heart musters up enough faith to move forward in obedience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Immediately you set off with your precious son. Three days you journey with him, all the while knowing that the son who is following you so willingly, who has trusted you all the days of his life, is about to be bound on an alter by your very hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The anguish Abraham must have carried in his soul...it's devastating to think about it. Yet what obedience, and courage it took to follow God. Surely, an example to us all. If Abraham can be ready to say "&lt;i&gt;Here I am&lt;/i&gt;," and offer up his only son, can we not be ready to answer God and have the courage to sacrifice our own dreams?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C.H. Spurgeon, in his study of Genesis 22, made this point about our dreams and loves. "Let Isaac be dear, but let Isaac die sooner than God should be distrusted!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With much relief, we can read that God did not allow Abraham to go with through with the sacrifice. What we can learn from Abraham is followed up in two words: obedience, and courage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can also read further in Scripture and see that through Abraham's obedience, God used him to birth a nation. What an incredible testimony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pray your heart is strengthened with this message. I pray it will encourage you to be ready to say "&lt;i&gt;Here I am&lt;/i&gt;," when God calls your name. I pray that if the last thing you hope God would ask you to do is asked, you would have the courage to respond with immediate obedience. I know this passage challenges me to do so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5961754224465624646?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5961754224465624646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5961754224465624646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5961754224465624646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5961754224465624646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am - Abraham'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5351442582881103004</id><published>2011-04-11T11:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:58:51.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Adele - Rolling In The Deep</title><content type='html'>1. Adele is fantastic. 2. This song is incredible. and 3. This video is genius...blown away by the creativity behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5351442582881103004?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5351442582881103004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5351442582881103004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5351442582881103004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5351442582881103004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/04/adele-rolling-in-deep.html' title='Adele - Rolling In The Deep'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5733746380079870385</id><published>2011-03-31T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:54:57.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>For When We Don't Feel Like It...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;And the LORD afflicted the child that Uriah’s wife bore to David, and he became sick. David therefore sought God on behalf of the child. And David fasted and went in and lay all night on the ground. And the elders of his house stood beside him, to raise him from the ground, but he would not, nor did he eat food with them. On the seventh day the child died. And the servants of David were afraid to tell him that the child was dead, for they said, "Behold, while the child was yet alive, we spoke to him, and he did not listen to us. How then can we say to him the child is dead? He may do himself some harm. But when David saw that his servants were whispering together, David understood that the child was dead. And David said to his servants, "Is the child dead?" They said, "He is dead." Then David arose from the earth and washed and anointed himself and changed his clothes. And he went into the house of the LORD and worshiped. He then went to his own house. And when he asked, they set food before him, and he ate&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;strong&gt;2 Samuel 12. 15-20 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself in an incredibly difficult season of life, and the last thing you felt like doing in your pain was worshiping God? Nobody can hear your answer, so you can be honest with yourself. I will be honest with you and say that I have been there a few times. In fact, I was just there, and even yet find myself there at my low points if I am not careful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I wrote to you that I was going through the most difficult season of my life, as I shared with you the importance of staying connected to the true vine, Jesus, as John 15 illustrates. These past four weeks have been without a doubt, by far, the hardest of my 26 years. I have felt a pain I never thought existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first experienced the loss that brought me into this season, the last thing I felt like doing was worshiping God. I couldn't even say anything because the tears were overwhelming. I just collapsed onto the ground and felt a piece of myself die on the inside. Worship was not my first inclination...doubt was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have been stronger, but I wasn't. However, I soon discovered the story of David in 2 Samuel 12, when he experienced the loss of his son. I was amazed as I read this heart wrenching story. I can't even imagine the loss of a child, yet David finds himself in this situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, though as heart wrenching as the story is, it has offered me much encouragement. Why? Because it directed me to worship my loving Father rather than to sit in my suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you could find a much better example to worship God, no matter how hard the season, than this example that David has shown us. After he hears of the death of his son, he gets up, gets clean, and goes into the House of the Lord to worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to worship God, and to praise Him when life is good for us. But what if life isn't so good for a season? Whats if it's hard? Maybe it's hard for you right now, like me. Oh, we must worship God all the more! When the season is dark, difficult, and we don't feel much like doing anything but crying, cry out to God! That is when our faith is most tested and we need Him the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, regardless of the season, God is always good! Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, He is good! Remember the eternal gift He has given you through His only Son, Jesus Christ. That's enough to make me want to worship! Because I know that no matter how heart wrenching my own season is right now, one day I will be able to sit at the supper table with God himself for the banquet of all banquets, and it will be there in His heavenly presence that I will find no more suffering. Ever. And that alone, aside from all the other blessings He has bestowed upon me, lifts my heart to worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't share this story of mine for pity or attention...in fact, being transparent is very hard for me. I share this with you so that I may encourage you to not make the same mistake I did by containing my suffering, instead of releasing my worship. My prayer for you would be that you would learn how to release worship in your life. That when the wind blows and beats down on you, your first inclination would be to worship God! And there watch Him intervene with His never ending love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5733746380079870385?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5733746380079870385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5733746380079870385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5733746380079870385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5733746380079870385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-when-we-dont-feel-like-it.html' title='For When We Don&apos;t Feel Like It...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-6065918520918911684</id><published>2011-03-17T22:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:52:25.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>I AM THE VINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span class="woj"&gt;I&lt;i&gt; am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At this point is Scripture, Jesus is speaking to the eleven disciples (as Judas had already left to betray him) in the upper room, the night before his death. He speaks to them using an analogy of himself being a vine, and the Father being the vine dresser. Now just to bypass any confusion along the way, the branch that does not bear fruit does not represent a Christian not-bearing fruit. This is impossible. I could go through the theology of this, but I won't. All to say, there is no such thing as a Christian that does not bear fruit. The branch that does not bear fruit would represent a person who appears to be walking with the Lord, but is not connected to him, and inevitably turns from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What I would like to focus on is the branch that does bear fruit; the Christian. The first referenceto this branch is that the Father gives much attention to the branch with pruning, as He does in pruning His children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;By pruning, I can also mean cleansing. God wants to remove whatever might be hindering a believer from full-potential, so He brings us through trials and tribulations that will open us up to His cleansing by the Word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why is this so important? On branches, there can be suckers; this would cause harm to the branch in that it sucks away energy. Therefore, God prunes, or purges us of our suckers in order to bring forth more fruit. A sucker to the Christian would be sin, as you can imagine. It is the sin in our life that saps away our energy and misdirects our energy to be fully devoted to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Think about it. It is the sin in our life that distracts us. Oooh, this relationship is nice. Or wow, I can get use to these nice things. Or boy, does she have a lot to learn. It's the sin that can ever so subtly turn our focus from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jesus is calling every believer to abide in him. Abide simply means to stay close to Jesus. It is inremaining with him that produces fruit, and shows evidence of our salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does that mean if you make a mistake or have a season of drought that you'll stop bearing fruit and will be cut off. Absolutely not. A true believer will not lose their salvation because a true believer remains connected to the vine. Life comes from the vine and is directed into the branch, bearing fruit no matter the season of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Branches are totally dependent upon the vine, as a believer must be totally dependent upon Jesus. And accordingly, the Father will work to prune us, and to purge us of our suckers. Hencethe trials in your life. But it is not the trial themselves that improve you...no. Trials merely open you up so that the Word can cleanse you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know this passage has been a great encouragement to me. In this most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;difficult season of life, this trial has opened me up to a very vulnerable place with God, allowing for Him to prune me. And it is in the study of His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Word, and this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in particular, that I am being cleansed. Yes, it hurts, but pruning usually does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These suckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;don't like to be cut off so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is so much to be said concerning this passage, and I feel I am learning so much. But myencouragement to you would be this: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;remain as close to Jesus as possible&lt;/span&gt;. He is your source of energy and life. Apart from him, you can bear no fruit (as hard as we try...and I know you try, because we're all human and we can't help it). It's impossible. You bear fruit by abiding in the vine, not by trying on your own to produce it. Abiding isn't really all that hard: love God and be in the Word. Truly, stay connected and spend as much time as you can allowing yourself to be cleansed by the Word of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; This will produce much fruit in your life, ultimately giving glory to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-6065918520918911684?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/6065918520918911684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=6065918520918911684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6065918520918911684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6065918520918911684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-vine.html' title='I AM THE VINE'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5610446234931727270</id><published>2011-02-25T08:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:54:34.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, as in tomorrow, I will be leaving Springfield with this handsome man, Mr. Rust...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577640390250230418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E25fMst4LMQ/TWfCYiG8cpI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rcqviH14hkM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the Windy City, Chicago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577640388599807234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIvNfJRDa6w/TWfCYb9c_QI/AAAAAAAAA2w/1B1CoufrUMg/s320/chicago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see this talented musician, David Gray...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577640390843156690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqFTJOJlkkg/TWfCYkUTyNI/AAAAAAAAA24/0jnFA26CIVk/s320/David-Gray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, it's going to be off the hook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recap to come :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5610446234931727270?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5610446234931727270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5610446234931727270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5610446234931727270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5610446234931727270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/02/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E25fMst4LMQ/TWfCYiG8cpI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rcqviH14hkM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8544903226243286552</id><published>2011-02-17T15:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:17:37.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>My First Celebration of February 14th</title><content type='html'>On February 14, 2011, I celebrated my first ever Valentine's Day! Yes, at the age of 25, I finally graduated from single mingle night to date night on this infamous day of love! And boy was it wonderful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Ryan and I both worked all day, then I had class till 6:30. And unfortunately, due to my need for speed, I got pulled over by a cop and given my first legit speeding ticket on the way home from class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got through all the nitty gritty though, I made it home and quickly turned myself into a hot chica ready for a romantic night with her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to Ryan's house (because we take my car, aka "Dominick," everywhere) and was welcomed with the most wonderful hug and kiss a girl could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I was given my first ever bouquet of red roses with white lilies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773613071831746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWOgO5BJvaY/TV2TEI5eEsI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fGT8zvwhNZM/s320/182224_545449459897_214600991_31999412_1130715_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also secretly discovered a jar of pink and red m&amp;amp;m's, created especially for me :) One side had a picture of Ryan and I on it, while the other side had either the words "Ryan &amp;amp; Britt," or "1/14/11." Yes, Ryan put the wrong date on it, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773618278151090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8NVkoBAp6o/TV2TEcSwM7I/AAAAAAAAA2o/P-4OohFcYgM/s320/182779_545449469877_214600991_31999413_4564419_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ryan thought I wouldn't notice the m&amp;amp;m's sitting out because apparently I'm not "very observant," so he was going to find a creative way of me noticing them. Looks like I proved him wrong ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Ryan and me before hitting the town...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574773608933417346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh3F26TXj6g/TV2TD5ey4YI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/IawZAr11Qzk/s320/180778_545450637537_214600991_31999426_7776561_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan took me to the most romantic place to eat in town, the famous Gilardi's Italian Restaurant :) It was indeed very romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you ready for the surprise news? It just so happens my parents thought it would be nice to show up at Gilardi's and surprise me with a box of chocolates. Haha, it was so funny because it was the last thing I would ever expect. Who thinks their parents are going to show up at their romantic Valentine's Dinner? Not most people. But it made for a good laugh later :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful Valentine's Evening with Mr. Rust, and I look forward to many more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8544903226243286552?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8544903226243286552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8544903226243286552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8544903226243286552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8544903226243286552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-celebration-of-february-14.html' title='My First Celebration of February 14th'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWOgO5BJvaY/TV2TEI5eEsI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fGT8zvwhNZM/s72-c/182224_545449459897_214600991_31999412_1130715_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5159205093302055203</id><published>2011-02-10T10:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:43:51.450-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blizzard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Her True Identity Women's Conference</title><content type='html'>Here are a few snapshots from the Her True Identity Women's Conference I spoke at in Dell Rapids, SD this past weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745312673863330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iti263krItQ/TV15U1szFqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/0eea84byCZs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745316587677826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Si8khMxrfGs/TV15VER7KII/AAAAAAAAA1g/WIQVFF06H3U/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745325231860034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgPHe1u8MUM/TV15Vke26UI/AAAAAAAAA1w/i2MINhgm0Pw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745327312841890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XLq_1lIg-k/TV15VsPALKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/fctYVDMH6FE/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745336321445170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Sz2lBaR6ew/TV15WNy0jTI/AAAAAAAAA14/EL7G0yP3GEU/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the winter storm we were dealing with! As crazy as it was, it was very beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745445643501426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s993PQx3fQ/TV15clDOv3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/1HznS6bxXZI/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiNPYFKeV8k/TV15cXY-AZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/csucRJ9Q1cI/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745441976582546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiNPYFKeV8k/TV15cXY-AZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/csucRJ9Q1cI/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God really showed up in a powerful way, and we were all encouraged and strengthened by His Word. Excited to hear the testimonies that come out of this conference. I'm just thankful to be a part of what God is doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5159205093302055203?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5159205093302055203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5159205093302055203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5159205093302055203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5159205093302055203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/02/her-true-identity-womens-conference.html' title='Her True Identity Women&apos;s Conference'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iti263krItQ/TV15U1szFqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/0eea84byCZs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-660896848492121831</id><published>2011-02-03T13:22:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:31:16.268-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blizzard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fletcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>life in the Blizzard Of Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This past weekend you read about my brief stint with spring in January. However, as warm and sunny as I was on Saturday, I couldn't help but think of the impending snow storm!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday, those long awaited, detailed reports began to roll in about a snow storm hitting the Ozarks on Tuesday morning. Only here can it go from 70 degrees to 20 degrees in three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't have been more excited for what would be called Snowpocolypse 2011...or the Snow-nami...or the Blizzard of Oz. Because with each passing hour, as I checked weather.com, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; forecast for the storm got worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First it was going to be the worse storm since our major ice storm in 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, it was going to be the worst since 1982. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, reports began to call it the worse storm since 1912...the biggest in the last century!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Monday night, we officially received the blizzard warning. Ahhh! I was so excited! I just wanted snow days with Ryan. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the excitement was certainly building. That night, I started looking out the window every hour in anticipation for the ice to start falling. Oh yes, I was hoping for ice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday morning, my hopes were met when work and school were both cancelled for the day, as well as Ryan's work. I drove the two miles over to Ryan's very carefully on the already icy and snowy roads Tuesday morning, before it was impossible to drive. Later that day, police even suggested nobody drive on the streets and the interstate was closed down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We began the day with pancakes...yummm. Ryan did have to work from home, so until 5pm, he sat on one side of the table and worked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUw_Y69IKjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/O_cNW2hyKns/s320/009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569896536525515314" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;while I sat on the opposite side doing various things: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ed facebook...homework...checked facebook...made lunch...studied my sermon notes...checked facebook...studied sermon more...made hot tea...checked facebook...watched The Bachelor (which I had missed the night before)...checked facebook...you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUxFZlW-9aI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/aKxjWbU67ak/s320/010.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569903144978019746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Notice the coffee mug to the right? Here is a close up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUw_ZiN-d8I/AAAAAAAAA0I/MUjDhfvskSg/s320/011.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569896547065165762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan surprised me with it in a very sweet way as a pre-Valentines Day gift. It is originally black, but when you put hot liquid in it, a picture of us appears. So cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While Fletcher slept at our feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUw_YWvPAfI/AAAAAAAAAzw/dnc_FsdliVU/s320/013.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569896526803567090" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or did very cute things...like holding things in the air with his paws :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUxAR6HeS0I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/CFK949Tu3mI/s320/015.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569897515553016642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner, it was one of our staples: toy story mac and cheese. I'd hate to toot my own horn, but I make some mean man and cheese! Ryan and I settled in next to the warm fire and watched Parenthood before calling it a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan stoking the fire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUxASEMpnBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/65xanqhTZq8/s320/018.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569897518259084306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Fletcher at our feet :) This is a rare moment...he hardly sits still around us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUxASpEYMLI/AAAAAAAAA0o/yRqMNz5ftPY/s320/020.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569897528156500146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday I was so happy to hear everything was cancelled again due to the insane amount of snow outside! Immediately I made us some waffles and coffee, before heading outside to play in the snow with Fletcher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUxASy1DYzI/AAAAAAAAA0w/6FgLeweFSSs/s320/023.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569897530776576818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready for action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUxATOGEAkI/AAAAAAAAA04/-xMCbeD4HYU/s320/024.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569897538095678018" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUxAz73W6HI/AAAAAAAAA1A/pkIc27hXaeI/s320/025.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569898100137846898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was short lived as Ryan had to begin working again. I was anxious to do something productive, mostly involving me moving around, so I cleaned his house. When I get into the cleaning mindset, I go until it's done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around lunch time I discovered velveeta and rotel in the cabinet, which made me super excited! After making some dip, I settled in to watch the latest episode of Castle (my favorite show), followed by Why Did I Get Married Too, which I had accidentally bought on Amazon. What a waste of $13!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan finished and we once again settled in to watch some tv: namely, American Idol and I Shouldn't Be Alive. Now I have never, ever been interested in watching American idol. I have always thought it a waste of my time. But I began watching it this season with Ryan and his roommate (because his roommate had tried out for this season, and Ryan had gone with him). I was hooked after the first episode. Come on, J. Lo and Steven Tyler are the bomb.com at judging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last two snow days were quite enjoyable and definitely lived up to the expectations I had. A I'm pleased to announce to Ryan and I did not kill each other. In fact, we weren't even slightly sick of each other. Good news for a couple just a few days away from our six month anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-660896848492121831?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/660896848492121831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=660896848492121831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/660896848492121831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/660896848492121831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-in-blizzard-of-oz.html' title='life in the Blizzard Of Oz'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUw_Y69IKjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/O_cNW2hyKns/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5697583149828077803</id><published>2011-01-28T13:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:20:57.910-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fletcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Winter, Spring, No Winter, No Spring...</title><content type='html'>I recently returned from a lunch break with Ryan, or Mr. Rust, or Velvet Steele...the names could go on really, but my favorite one is reserved for me :) And what a surprise to find that the weather was warm enough to open the sun roof on this sunny, January day! Quite a pick-me-up in the middle of a work day, so near to the weekend you can practically taste it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm weather had me instantly dreaming of my Saturday...tomorrow...less than 24 hrs away! The forecast calls for a high of...prepare yourself...62!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of walking the worlds best dog, aka Fletcher (prefection is staring back at you)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567328740368171906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUMf_g13w4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/3pg4XbK1wbM/s320/165113_544112743687_214600991_31973099_4518240_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the most amazing man in the world, aka Ryan (isn't he handsome?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567328751596970418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUMgAKrBobI/AAAAAAAAAzc/eMn8ZHV3Sic/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the best park in Springfield, aka Sequiota (fighting other locals)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567329064511942098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUMgSYXxLdI/AAAAAAAAAzk/bfDV1SvB0vw/s320/park.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's not just a dream any longer. Because I already pitched the idea to Ryan, which he agreed to (but I would have insisted), and we are embarking on our first warm walk with Fletcher tomorrow afternoon! It will be amazing, and will have to suffice until Spring actually does arrive because Monday and Tuesday we are forecasted for snow. Surprise, surprise (or not such a surprise for those at all familiar with the ups and downs of weather in the Ozarks)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If y'all are from around these parts, I hope to see you on the trails tomorrow! Or driving with your sunroof open! Or whatever tickles your fancy in the warm weather. See y'all on the flip side of this spring teaser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5697583149828077803?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5697583149828077803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5697583149828077803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5697583149828077803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5697583149828077803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-spring-no-winter-no-spring.html' title='Winter, Spring, No Winter, No Spring...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TUMf_g13w4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/3pg4XbK1wbM/s72-c/165113_544112743687_214600991_31973099_4518240_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-173110107324614500</id><published>2011-01-07T05:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:34:47.198-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Not Your Average Love Story</title><content type='html'>Romans 8.31-39 (ESV),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;f God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As it is written,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"For your sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt; we are being killed all the day long;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;Love is God's greatest gift, but one we often find difficult to receive. Why do you think that is? We crave to be loved, and we are unconditionally by our God, yet the very thing we crave, we hide from. Perhaps is goes back to Adam and Eve, after they had sinned. Knowing they had failed, they hid from their Creator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;One thing I absolutely am drawn to in this particular passage is one of the first verses, "&lt;i&gt;If God is for us&lt;/i&gt;." That sentence literally translates to, "&lt;i&gt;Since God is for us&lt;/i&gt;." Without a doubt, hands down, it's as if God is leaving no room for question of how he feels towards us. It's decided. God has chosen, and will always chose, to be with His children. Those believers who live in relationship with Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;The passage continues with "&lt;i&gt;graciously give&lt;/i&gt;." This phrase actually translates, "&lt;i&gt;to bestow out of grace&lt;/i&gt;." Paul often uses it denote forgiveness. Continuing with "&lt;i&gt;all things&lt;/i&gt;," this entire sentence suggests that God forgives every sin we commit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;John MacArthur commented on &lt;b&gt;verse 32&lt;/b&gt;, "God's unlimited forgiveness makes it impossible for a believer to sin himself out of God's grace."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If God gave His Son for us, He will give us everything we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px"&gt;There is a lot we could explore in these nine verses, but to do so would take much time and blog space. But what I hope you would see is that God loves you unconditionally, forgives unconditionally, and always provides. Verse 39 says that nothing can separate us from the love of God. That means that there is nothing that we could do, or anybody else could do to us, that would stop God from loving us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px"&gt;Take with you today this passage from Romans 8. There is no need that God doesn't want to provide for. There is no sin a Christian could commit that God doesn't want to forgive. And the thing you crave the most, He cho0ses to eternally pour out on you without reserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-173110107324614500?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/173110107324614500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=173110107324614500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/173110107324614500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/173110107324614500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-your-average-love-story.html' title='Not Your Average Love Story'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-2659377926028307804</id><published>2011-01-06T16:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:05:20.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas (Part 2) AND A Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;(Coming To You A Bit Late!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped up part one with the Christmas Celebration that Ryan &amp;amp; I shared (just us) on the 18th. The week following brought forth the holiday itself, and boy was it good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, the 23rd, Ryan and I departed for good ol' Kansas City, MO, home of the Rust/See/Crawford clan. I prepared myself with warm clothing and See's gourmet chocolate (without a doubt the best assorted chocolate!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We pulled into town just in time to spend an evening with his siblings: a sister and two brothers (see Thanksgiving). Spending time with his siblings and their families always brings laughing and good times. It was indeed a funtastic night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559244446503558754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TSZnXrVoXmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/6gpV7gf1gl4/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On Christmas Eve we headed over to his aunts early for a day full of celebration. I am without a doubt smitten with his family! There was lots of yummy food (particularly sweets that left me regretting every bite), Christmas cheer, and of course, great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559244455872647314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TSZnYOPZUJI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/kjwI68OdEic/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas morning we woke up and had a great breakfast, while watching a favorite, White Christmas with his aunt, uncle and grandma. How wonderful is that? We then hit the road that afternoon to make it home in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were very happy to find that the local grocery store was open, so we picked up some steaks :) That night we had a delicious dinner with his roommate, while watching another one of my absolute favorites...The Holiday (which is full of great quotes, right CB?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Fletcher sitting at our feet. With the fire going. How perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559244448577348482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TSZnXzED44I/AAAAAAAAAyI/yJ74hm8HGqM/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed the Christmas season, and rang in the new year with some Donkey Kong &amp;amp; fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was probably the hardest year of my life, but also brought many blessings with it. I look forward to 2011 with anticipation!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-2659377926028307804?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/2659377926028307804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=2659377926028307804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2659377926028307804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2659377926028307804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas-part-2-and-happy-new.html' title='Merry Christmas (Part 2) AND A Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TSZnXrVoXmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/6gpV7gf1gl4/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3957477910514377941</id><published>2010-12-18T23:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:05:39.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fletcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQ2cZcPT2fI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1LreD7XK_b4/s1600/Our%2BChristmas%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552265876508760562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQ2cZcPT2fI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1LreD7XK_b4/s320/Our%2BChristmas%2B017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(our Christmas tree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At this moment, I'm snuggled up in my new warm throw. Ryan and his roommate John are enjoying guy time on one of Ryan's new toys...an xbox 360 kinect. Both additions to our time have been brought to us because Ryan and I celebrated our Christmas gift exchange today! &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went over to his house this late morning, and squeezed in my last final from the comfort of his couch, whilst he made a run to get firewood and coffee for the day. Upon return, I embarked on the task of making a delicious lunch we had experienced from Sunshine Valley Farm. They served us the most amazing turkey quesidillas with raspberry salsa a few weeks ago, and Ryan and I decided we wanted to try and recreate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With much success, I was able to almost identically match the meal! Here is a picture of our perfect Christmas celebration lunch of turkey apple quesidillas, with homemade raspberry salsa, blueberry muffins, and cherry pomegranate juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552265847573672066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQ2cXwcpcII/AAAAAAAAAxU/182WwrW9H4s/s320/PIC-0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a delicious lunch, we set to opening our gifts. Ryan couldn't have chosen better gifts to suit me, including a nice sleeping bag for those cold nights camping, and a flint to start fires in the great outdoors. Boy does he know me well. But he didn't stop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552265861625098994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQ2cYkyxMvI/AAAAAAAAAxk/sgiAieme2x8/s320/Our%2BChristmas%2B002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago my camera broke and I was so upset because I really enjoy taking pictures. Even today over lunch, I was mentioning the desire to go look at cameras for the holiday season. To much surprise, he had bought me one for Christmas, hence the ability to bring pictures to this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, even Fletcher wanted to join in on the gift opening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552265852081369874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQ2cYBPXcxI/AAAAAAAAAxc/rtIUS1nNtLs/s320/Our%2BChristmas%2B001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For much of the afternoon ,we spent, or more accurately, Ryan spent his time playing his new kinect...and the pictures of Ryan playing are more than enough of a return for me. Haha, boy can he move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552265867077368770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQ2cY5GsO8I/AAAAAAAAAxs/iXLTmnQiSps/s320/Our%2BChristmas%2B008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a yummy mediterranean pizza (our favorite) and some episodes of The Office, I now relax on the ottoman as the guys wrap up the night with gaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very thankful this holiday season for the wonderful relationships I have in my life and the many blessings from God. I hope you too are enjoying this Merry Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3957477910514377941?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3957477910514377941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3957477910514377941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3957477910514377941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3957477910514377941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-part-1.html' title='Merry Christmas Part 1'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQ2cZcPT2fI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1LreD7XK_b4/s72-c/Our%2BChristmas%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3603984002797260321</id><published>2010-12-09T13:27:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:06:42.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Here, There &amp; Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Promise to self and the bloggersphere: blog more often. Because here's what happens...a bazillion things happen and I end up posting a long recap of those bazillion events and it just gets a little crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what might you ask have been the bazillion things going on since my last post about Carrie Beth &amp;amp; Derek's wedding? I'll try my best to remember:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went away for Thanksgiving with Ryan. We drove up to Kansas City on a Wednesday afternoon to see his family. But not before picking up our homemade apple pie from &lt;a href="http://www.sunshinevalleyfarm.com/"&gt;Sunshine Valley Farm&lt;/a&gt;. Make a note for yourself: this is one of the most AMAZING places to eat in the Ozarks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548780053210977826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQE6D0hp1iI/AAAAAAAAAw8/XfvbIURRXdE/s320/farm360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it an apple orchard, but they make the most delicious, homemade lunches. Every dish is made right there; even the raspberry salsa and whole wheat bread. And every dish includes apples in it that are to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I had lunch on the porch, overlooking the apple orchard. An apple tree fifteen feet from us. And it was a sunny, beautiful day with temps in the low 60's. It doesn't get much better than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to drive up to KC (side note: Ryan grew up in the ghetto. that's right, this country girl is dating a guy from the hood). Ryan has three siblings, and we spent Wednesday night with all three, and their spouses/fiance (plus two precious babies). I had a blast getting to know them and laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday we went to his aunt and uncles house for Thanksgiving and had an incredible time with his large (in numbers) family. By three o'clock though, everyone was gone, which allowed for Ryan and I to spend a relaxing and enjoyable evening with his aunt &amp;amp; uncle. This created for me a huge interest in punkin' chunkin'. In case you didn't know, it is the second largest event in Delaware, after Nascar. Don't believe me? It's on the Discovery Channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning Ryan &amp;amp; I set out for Nashville, TN...also known as Music City. I had bought Ryan Joe Bonammasa tickets for his birthday. We had a great time at the concert on Friday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548780054443132594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQE6D5HbBrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/O7FER1kOPdI/s320/76051_540615397397_214600991_31906101_4841589_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a great time wandering the city on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548780048909758642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQE6DkgKcLI/AAAAAAAAAws/bGzkBX8mUTA/s320/154766_540615467257_214600991_31906105_3964705_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(this is us at Centennial Park...beautiful place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548782968400521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQE8tgdAKjI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Xk2H9C9DK14/s320/148150_540615572047_214600991_31906112_4908826_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(A glimpse of Centennial Park above. And below, I found Elvs alive in downtown Nashville!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548782974688950226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQE8t34R99I/AAAAAAAAAxM/6jBXtVZJFAg/s320/150250_540615606977_214600991_31906115_102733_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since then, it's been fun holiday events. Friday I had my work Christmas party and won a $10 gift card to Walmart (score!). You want to hear something embarrassing? I made the name tags for everyone at the party, and after bragging to everyone about my cool name tags, on stage they announced that I (they didn't say my name) had misspelt an employees name. Pride before the fall, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday, Ryan &amp;amp; I met Carrie Beth and Derek, as well as Lauren and Alex at Silver Dollar City for the Christmas lights. It was the coldest night of my life, but we stayed warm with multiple cups of hot cider (mmmm) and frequent stops inside little Christmas shops. Going to SDC at Christmas time is one of my favorite holiday events, by far. If you have yet to experience it, please go asap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quick recap of a few events...hope to keep up on all that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3603984002797260321?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3603984002797260321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3603984002797260321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3603984002797260321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3603984002797260321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-there-everywhere.html' title='Here, There &amp; Everywhere'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TQE6D0hp1iI/AAAAAAAAAw8/XfvbIURRXdE/s72-c/farm360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3651519895340378263</id><published>2010-11-11T14:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:19:57.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fletcher'/><title type='text'>Fall Over There</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, but basically I'm enjoying fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend &lt;a href="http://www.carriebethsherwood.com/"&gt;Carrie Beth&lt;/a&gt; got married two weeks ago, so I travelled south with Ryan for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538396062860575058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TNxV4CA6AVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/CyYM5lswvuE/s320/Cb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bridesmaids and I secretly snuck cupcakes when no one was looking. Everyone was probably distracted by the wedding crashers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538396073721225874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TNxV4qeSYpI/AAAAAAAAAwk/yizoQceRkrM/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on my new puppy, Fletcher! Isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen? He also gnaws on peoples hands and feet more than any dog in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538396075198569186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TNxV4v-g2uI/AAAAAAAAAwc/byn-LFndggQ/s320/fletcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. Just enjoying fall and looking forward to Thanksgiving! Hope your fall is just as wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3651519895340378263?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3651519895340378263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3651519895340378263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3651519895340378263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3651519895340378263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-while-but-basically-im.html' title='Fall Over There'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TNxV4CA6AVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/CyYM5lswvuE/s72-c/Cb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3915004711291074858</id><published>2010-10-29T08:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:20:12.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fletcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Pumpkins &amp; Puppies</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to put out a quick recap of my wonderful week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, Ryan &amp;amp; I carved pumpkins for Halloween. I like to think they look a bit like hillbillies?? But awesome hillbillies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533471248487278898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TMrWyGzr6TI/AAAAAAAAAv8/9dJuswU9u40/s320/PIC-0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday we got our puppy!!!!!! Not a hundred percent sure what he is, but the man who found his mom behind my work said he thought it was a mix of a golden retriever and shar pei. Whatever our precious puppy is, he's stinkin' adorable. He was the runt (which Ryan likes the underdog) and we were immediately drawn to him out of the litter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't have a name for him yet; we are waiting to get to know his personality better. But suggestions are welcomed! Any names you might have for a loveable, but playful puppy. He definitely likes to be with mommy and daddy ALL the time; he even follows us around and it's too adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533471242556658626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TMrWxwtt08I/AAAAAAAAAv0/un0lCz5oA5E/s320/PIC-0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is his first night home. He fell asleep next to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533471253087485762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TMrWyX8df0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/p1ShNl20SD8/s320/PIC-0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning (Friday) Ryan picked me up early and took me to work. We are going out of town this afternoon; heading to Arkansas for Carrie Beth &amp;amp; Derek's wedding!!!! So this morning we put my luggage in his car to be ready to roll out of town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he brought me coffee :) He even made it the way I like it (which is a very difficult task, I might add).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533474030436534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TMrZUCYEyaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/x-O9huAiAeQ/s320/PIC-0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Can't wait for our trip to Conway to begin. It will be a great weekend with friends and some southern hospitality. Recap to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3915004711291074858?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3915004711291074858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3915004711291074858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3915004711291074858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3915004711291074858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins-puppies.html' title='Pumpkins &amp; Puppies'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TMrWyGzr6TI/AAAAAAAAAv8/9dJuswU9u40/s72-c/PIC-0384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-4307505632833147456</id><published>2010-10-15T09:26:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:07:08.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Busy Schedule. Wonderful Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't been able to tend to my blog lately except with the occasional quick Friday post. September and October have been incredibly busy for me. But it has also been very wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The second to last weekend in September I went down to Conway, Arkansas for my lovely friends Couples BBQ. &lt;a href="http://www.carriebethsherwood.com/"&gt;Carrie Beth James&lt;/a&gt; is marrying Derek Sherwood on October 30th, and it will be a lovely union. As an honored bridesmaid and friend, I made a day trip down to Conway with my {drum roll, please} boyfriend Ryan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528304904756316706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh8BUoMyiI/AAAAAAAAAvc/GMRMIA-MfI0/s320/71594_537206384087_214600991_31834224_312886_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes, I'm introducing my boyfriend on the blog. It seems cheesy and even a bit weird for me to say it. Just don't look for the relationship status update on facebook...that's not how we roll. Not that I'm not proud of this hunk; I'm just a sort of a private person, you know? But since August 7, 2010, I have been seeing the most wonderful guy in the world. Seriously. Isn't he so incredibly gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan went down with me for a Saturday for the Couples BBQ, a.k.a a coed wedding shower with meat. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528304915705347474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh8B9apvZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/t3oNISnYmhg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Derek &amp;amp; Carrie Beth opening gifts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528300436692819746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh39Py2XyI/AAAAAAAAAus/nfEpJKEk_vY/s320/62402_639611252311_55002176_35493879_1732768_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Callie (another friend and bridesmaid), me, and CB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left in the morning, and although we left Conway in time to be home by midnight, we ran into a bit of a hiccup. This would be called, "getting a flat tire at 11pm on a lonely highway in Arkansas." We spent 2.5 hours on the side of the road, and since we were in Arkansas, it took us another 1.5 hours to get home. That put us in at 3am! What a way to put a somewhat new relationship to the test. But I would like to proudly announce we passed with flying colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last weekend in September was the &lt;a href="http://www.jamesriverwomen.org/"&gt;Designed for Life women's conference at James River Assembly&lt;/a&gt;. Since I am on staff, you can imagine it was the busiest week of the year for me. Literally. But I had a blast with these girls... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528300440255378034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh39dEOsnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jBxW1-2QNkE/s320/64031_536909698647_214600991_31826193_7754191_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God did some pretty amazing things in the lives of thousands of women. I am still reading testimonies from girls who met God in a powerful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I took a much needed vacation to Kansas City with my man. We left right after work on Friday and made the trip up to the 816.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed with my good friend Meghan, her boyfriend Eli, and their precious baby girl (my niece) Ayanna the entire weekend. My relationship with Meghan is one of the longest I have ever had and we have been through quite a bit together. It was so good to catch up with her and to spend some time with Ayanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528300447491799522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh394BhueI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Koki4CeFZjI/s320/66311_537206818217_214600991_31834260_5971526_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we embarked on an exploration of City Market in Downtown KC. This is by far one of my new favorite places (too bad it's 3.5 hours away). Immediately the memory of dozens of aromas comes back to mind. It was a collection of smells from around the world: the African area, the Middle Eastern section, the BBQ on the corner, flowers highlighting every turn. The bakery where we bought the most delicious cupcakes. The cafe that sold us some delicious strong coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528304899984084338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh8BC2aTXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KSHgLxxwWgU/s320/69462_537205226407_214600991_31834159_7145923_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528300456493364386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh3-ZjqtKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/IbCWJFd4Moo/s320/68776_537205181497_214600991_31834157_8283921_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we spent the afternoon with family and friends. That evening we had dinner on The Plaza with Meghan and EIi, finished with some Peachwave (also known as Orange Leaf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528300441058619826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh39gDvMbI/AAAAAAAAAu8/6ZfNHMEh0VU/s320/66202_537206508837_214600991_31834236_6336881_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't even tell you how amazing the day was. It's without words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we drove to a town outside of Kansas City, where my two friends just took the position of Senior Pastor at a church they have been on staff at for a few years. I. loved. that. church. (&lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsassembly.org/"&gt;Crossroads Assembly&lt;/a&gt;)! The anointing and favor of God was very evident there on the people of this small, but growing church. After an incredible service, we went out to lunch with Garrett &amp;amp; Andrea, then they took us out to their new church building that is opening in a few weeks. Then we headed home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are in the car. Don't we look so adorable together!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528304909113443058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh8Bk3BQvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ZyXs0tjoGbU/s320/71732_537207237377_214600991_31834290_4997930_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an incredible few weeks, and I'm anticipating some more! Tomorrow (Saturday) we are going to a documentary film premiere downtown, directed and filmed by some friends and fellow church family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I am going down to Conway for Carrie Beth's bachelorette party and bridesmaid luncheon. And the weekend after that Ryan and I are going down for the wedding! Then it's Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, and then...ahhh, I absolutely crave this time of the year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-4307505632833147456?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/4307505632833147456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=4307505632833147456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4307505632833147456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4307505632833147456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/10/busy-schedule-wonderful-life.html' title='Busy Schedule. Wonderful Life.'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TLh8BUoMyiI/AAAAAAAAAvc/GMRMIA-MfI0/s72-c/71594_537206384087_214600991_31834224_312886_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8751411321812066038</id><published>2010-10-08T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T09:45:55.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TK8ufAMfbbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/N9ENX_elCCs/s1600/sideways2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525686377970101682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TK8ufAMfbbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/N9ENX_elCCs/s320/sideways2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The first thing I do in the morning to start my day is...&lt;em&gt;hit snooze three times, check my facebook on my phone to get my eyes open, and jump in the shower&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today I wish I was...&lt;em&gt;speeding through work as fast as possible because I'm going on a vaca/road trip with my man tonight!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kansas City or bust!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I had an extra $100 in my bank account today I'd...&lt;em&gt;give it to my brother, because he is just an awesome brother and deserves it :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tomorrow...&lt;em&gt;I will be enjoying a walk through City Market &amp;amp; smelling deliciousness, meeting new people, spending time with good friends, partaking in a yummy meal at the Plaza, and finishing off the day with some good jazz. Sounds pretty perfect to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Two things that don't go together are...&lt;em&gt;working all day when you have a vacation in sight. Work +vacation on same day = anxiousness.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Something I can never pass up at the grocery store is...&lt;em&gt;Starbucks. Mine has one right at the front, so it's nearly impossible to pass it up. Curse Price Cutter and their ploys to attract coffee addicts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The last time I tried something new was...&lt;em&gt;hmmm. Not sure. I guess this means I need to try something new! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more Fill in the Blank Fridays and other fun, visit Lauren at *&lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;the little things we do&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8751411321812066038?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8751411321812066038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8751411321812066038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8751411321812066038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8751411321812066038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/10/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TK8ufAMfbbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/N9ENX_elCCs/s72-c/sideways2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3313210546076008729</id><published>2010-09-24T08:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:09:24.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><title type='text'>FIll in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TJywvOMuV0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/wmMyiBnBwZg/s1600/fillintheblankbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520481568561190722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TJywvOMuV0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/wmMyiBnBwZg/s320/fillintheblankbooks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. In the story of my life the actor who would play me would be...&lt;em&gt;Liv Tyler. One, because I get told how much we look a like. And two, because I think she would do a great job playing me. She's fun, classy, and flexible. She would do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; good job indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I could change one thing about the world it would be...&lt;em&gt;for everyone to acknowledge each other, There is something very powerful about the power of acknowledgement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yesterday...&lt;em&gt;I got to eat good food and watch The Office with my best friend! Good day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My favorite comfort food is...&lt;em&gt;chocolate. Tried and true, right girls?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My new favorite blog find is...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, I'm slacking in this department.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If I could meet any blog friend (who I haven't met yet) in real life, I'd choose to meet...&lt;em&gt;Ree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Drummond&lt;/span&gt;, The Pioneer Woman. Hands down, without a doubt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;7. My favorite breakfast food is...&lt;em&gt;chocolate chip pancakes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fill&lt;/span&gt; in the Blank Friday, visit Lauren at *&lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;the little things we do&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3313210546076008729?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3313210546076008729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3313210546076008729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3313210546076008729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3313210546076008729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/09/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='FIll in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TJywvOMuV0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/wmMyiBnBwZg/s72-c/fillintheblankbooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-173376655322970285</id><published>2010-09-07T08:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:10:31.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><title type='text'>Standing In the Gap</title><content type='html'>I have been a Christian for almost nine years now. For the longest time, I was hesitant to ask people to pray for me. Not because I thought it wasn’t important, but because I would feel like I was burdening people by asking them to pray for me. I didn’t want to add the weight of my problems to someone else, and it seemed mentioning requests to a few close friends was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are different. More and more I’m asking people to pray for me because I want as much prayer as I can get! I know that with more people praying for me, the far better off I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercessory prayer is when a person intercedes on another's behalf and pleads their cause. Essentially, they are standing in the gap between God and that person. This intercession is a calling placed on all Christians. Not everyone is called to pastor, write, sing, or lead bible studies, but everyone is called to a ministry of praying for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Bible scholar defined standing in the gap as the call “&lt;em&gt;to expose oneself for the protection of something&lt;/em&gt;.” That isn’t always the easy thing to do, but it's certainly the necessary thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ezekiel 22&lt;/strong&gt; shows what happens when there is no one to stand in the gap between God and others. &lt;strong&gt;Verse 30&lt;/strong&gt; says, “&lt;em&gt;I looked for a man among them who would build up the wall and stand before me in the gap on behalf of the land so I would not have to destroy it, but I found none.&lt;/em&gt;” (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel was in a bad place. Murder, idolatry, mistreatment of others and adultery are just a few of the sins listed in the chapter. It was here in &lt;strong&gt;Ezekiel 22&lt;/strong&gt; that God’s anger began to burn against the sins of the people, and he looked for one righteous man to plead the cause of the wayward nation. But he found none. Therefore, the wrath of God was poured out upon the nation. It was destroyed, along with the temple, and the people went into captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there had been one, just one person, who would have stood in the gap between God and Israel? It had happened before. &lt;strong&gt;Psalm 106.23&lt;/strong&gt; illustrates a moment that it did, “&lt;em&gt;So he declared he would destroy them. But Moses, his chosen one, stepped between the Lord and the people. He begged him to turn from his anger and not destroy them&lt;/em&gt;.” (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could read further of Moses intercession in &lt;strong&gt;Numbers 14&lt;/strong&gt;. Moses was one man who stood in the gap between God and others, and a nation was spared judgment. Just think of what could happen if one person stood in the gap for another. If you stood in the gap for another. Imagine what would happen if you became an advocate for others. Perhaps you can’t sing, or you’re not gifted with preaching, but prayer is more effective than anything, so if you would pray for another, imagine what could happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Spurgeon said when referring to Moses, “&lt;em&gt;Like a bold warrior who defends the wall when there is an opening for the adversary and destruction is rushing in upon the city, Moses stopped the way of avenging justice with his prayers&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To intercede in prayer is to be like a bold warrior. If the battle is won in prayer (and it indeed is), than there must be warriors who will be willing to stand in the gap and fight. Moses isn’t the only one either. &lt;strong&gt;Romans 8. Verse 34&lt;/strong&gt; in the ESV reads, “&lt;em&gt;Christ Jesus…who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us&lt;/em&gt;.” Every moment, of every day, Jesus is standing in the gap between God and you. Fighting on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something very powerful when one person will pray for another. Even more powerful, when many will intercede and advocate on behalf of another. My prayer is that God’s people would turn to these examples given, to Jesus Christ, and incorporate intercessory prayer for others into their daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a man of God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one man whose faith is master of his mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will right ten thousand wrongs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And bless the name of all mankind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a man of God, one man, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose tongue is touched with heavens fire &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will flame the darkest hearts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With high resolve and pure desire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a man of God, one man, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One mighty prophet of the Lord, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will give you peace on earth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought with prayer and not a sword. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a man of God, one man, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True to the vision that he sees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will build your broken shrines &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And bring the nations to their knees. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has God placed in your world for you to be an advocate for? Your family? Certainly. A neighbor, a friend, a casual acquaitance from the soccer games? There are people all around you that God has placed there for you to be a warrior for. So fight for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the gap between God and that person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-173376655322970285?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/173376655322970285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=173376655322970285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/173376655322970285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/173376655322970285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/09/standing-in-gap.html' title='Standing In the Gap'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3340694952518957572</id><published>2010-08-27T11:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:52:13.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THfs55yVvBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Ad0x69DdaEg/s1600/fill_it_in_shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510133148619750418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THfs55yVvBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Ad0x69DdaEg/s320/fill_it_in_shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;The most adventurous thing I've ever done is&lt;/em&gt;...this is a tough one. I spent a year traveling the country, spending hald my time while in Wyoming backpacking an drockclimbing. I once, without any experience, climbed up a cliff next to a waterfall. Half way up, we saw people climbing with gear. It clicked at that moment we weren't the snartest people in the world, but we had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;If I were a pair of shoes I would be&lt;/em&gt;...the black cowboy boots I have on at this very moment. They're are fashinable, worn, and can go anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;My preferred mode of digital communication is&lt;/em&gt;...I tend to spen a lot of time emailing. I have like five different accounts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;I feel happiest when&lt;/em&gt;...I'm serving in the House of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;A little dream I have for my life is&lt;/em&gt;...write books and preach the gospel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;The one modern convenience I could NOT do without is...&lt;/em&gt;a cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Music, movies, TV or books&lt;/em&gt;: if one...I would choose books...hands down. I have a thing for books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill in the Blank Friday comes to you from Lauren at &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;the little things we do&lt;/a&gt;...visit her blog for more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3340694952518957572?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3340694952518957572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3340694952518957572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3340694952518957572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3340694952518957572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/08/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THfs55yVvBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Ad0x69DdaEg/s72-c/fill_it_in_shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8294724591020541510</id><published>2010-08-24T19:28:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:17:41.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Texas Done Right</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I took a trip to the Dallas/Fort Worth area for some ministry, fun, and to serve as a writing retreat! On Friday I embarked on the trip with friend/colleague/co-author Stacy Hord. Our intention was to meet up with the members of a speaking network called &lt;a href="http://13thdisciple.net/"&gt;The 13th Disciple &lt;/a&gt;at a Christian music festival they were sponsoring, called FortyFest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday afternoon we made the seven hour trek to northern Texas, where things are apparently bigger and better? We arrived at the Motel 6 and welcomed our modernly rich room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509145978142245970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THRrFBLwxFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/BQDyStMv6rg/s320/PIC-0262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacy &amp;amp; I then proceeded to downtown Fort Worth for some delicious BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509145991200705682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THRrFx1JDJI/AAAAAAAAAtg/lyW58mYw_ac/s320/PIC-0266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to enjoy some entertainment on one of the corners. How awesome to have some worshipers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                            &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b28682c668b16f49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db28682c668b16f49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26B7BEABB0D18C7D28ED557FB9208E05D435F07C.3378E4F1878884C84BDAC54DC8D323ADC7AE97C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db28682c668b16f49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dme-D1ITdU7HEfzkd90cZbeQUICE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db28682c668b16f49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26B7BEABB0D18C7D28ED557FB9208E05D435F07C.3378E4F1878884C84BDAC54DC8D323ADC7AE97C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db28682c668b16f49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dme-D1ITdU7HEfzkd90cZbeQUICE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning we woke up early and headed out to the Texas Motor Speedway with The 13th Disciple team for FortyFest. From 8am-10pm we had a blast meeting people and getting to know the guys from the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my pass that got me backstage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509146009835295058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THRrG3P-UVI/AAAAAAAAAto/e9tyKLz4qGc/s320/PIC-0267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crowd early evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509145961379747554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THRrECvRVuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/GYr5lhkE_Kg/s320/PIC-0271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian "Head" Welch, formerly of KORN, performing. What a great testimony of God's grace and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509146157386974722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THRrPc7CRgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Ema4tKZnlc0/s320/PIC-0272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning was the highlight of my trip. Are you ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here we go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended the worship servce at &lt;a href="http://www.thevillagechurch.net/"&gt;THE VILLAGE CHURCH&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a church girl to the core, and one of my favorite things to do is visit other churches...especially when that church is The Village. Matt Chandler is one of my favorite teachers of the Word, so I was definitely excited to experience a morning there first hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the church when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509146164134435442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THRrP2DwWnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/MX7LVZl45Zg/s320/PIC-0273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking my coffee in the sanctuary before service starts. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509145971911619922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THRrEp-Q9VI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/e0QknAAlwpE/s320/IMG00031-20100822-0834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first woman we met happened to be from my hometown of Springfield...and she attends my home church when she visits her childhood home! How cool is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people were incredibly nice...the service was beautiful...and meeting Matt after service was the cherry on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful to have been able to go on this quick trip to Texas. Can't wait for more to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8294724591020541510?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8294724591020541510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8294724591020541510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8294724591020541510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8294724591020541510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/08/texas-done-right.html' title='Texas Done Right'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/THRrFBLwxFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/BQDyStMv6rg/s72-c/PIC-0262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1333501503937685529</id><published>2010-08-08T15:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:39:55.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Project Partnership</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the privilege to serve my community with my church family. This year marks the twelfth of Project Partnership, an incredible opportunity to go into the schools and help with much needed building touch-ups and work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eight years I have attended to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jamesriver.org"&gt;James River&lt;/a&gt;, I have never been able to participate in PP, sadly. But this year I was free to do so and I enjoyed every moment of it! Few things compare to stepping outside the walls of the church and serving the community with your church family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 8am to 2pm, I served alongside my brothers and sister in Christ, painting and landscaping Study Middle School, located in the low-income part of town. Many of the people there I didn't recognize...but now I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503139000166904290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TF8Tw4aL8eI/AAAAAAAAAsw/8c5Li8pSrKU/s320/39007_534087923507_214600991_31749865_6300369_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to paint in some classrooms with some pretty awesome people and laughed a ton! Here is a picture of Monica, Heather and me prior to being covered in gallons of white paint (seriously. I still found paint in my hair two showers later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503139009200750434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TF8TxaEBf2I/AAAAAAAAAs4/bxas_VMf6xQ/s320/40018_534090977387_214600991_31749906_2023834_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, Heather and I were envious of the hats all the children got, so we may or may not have conned a little girl into giving us two of hers (but in our defense, she had seven).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503139023046167922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TF8TyNpBzXI/AAAAAAAAAtA/U0nqyl1k7Gw/s320/39081_534097409497_214600991_31750059_4380371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over 1,000 JRA people signed up to serve at Study and Schofield Schools. What an incredible opportunity to serve our community! I am very thankful for the privilege I have to minister with this body of believers. They are truly the most wonderful people on the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait till next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-1333501503937685529?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/1333501503937685529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=1333501503937685529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1333501503937685529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1333501503937685529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/08/project-partnership.html' title='Project Partnership'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TF8Tw4aL8eI/AAAAAAAAAsw/8c5Li8pSrKU/s72-c/39007_534087923507_214600991_31749865_6300369_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8156910795307309178</id><published>2010-08-03T16:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:11:36.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Website'/><title type='text'>Presenting...</title><content type='html'>Okay y'all, I have some big news. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to fnally launch &lt;a href="http://www.brittgarrett.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.brittgarrett.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TFiTQDOYcBI/AAAAAAAAAso/YAYaOfKFkvE/s1600/1280699504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501308848785879058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TFiTQDOYcBI/AAAAAAAAAso/YAYaOfKFkvE/s320/1280699504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a great resource as I launch into ministry, as an author and speaker. I will also have a running blog on the website, which will have the same posts that I have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can check it out soon :) I would enjoy any feedback or thoughts you might have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8156910795307309178?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8156910795307309178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8156910795307309178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8156910795307309178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8156910795307309178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/08/presenting.html' title='Presenting...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TFiTQDOYcBI/AAAAAAAAAso/YAYaOfKFkvE/s72-c/1280699504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5918955440512894795</id><published>2010-07-30T08:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:12:50.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fill In the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TFLdt_7-pbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mWkuZLsnc7A/s1600/mirrors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499701877299652018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TFLdt_7-pbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mWkuZLsnc7A/s320/mirrors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The last thing I do before going to sleep is...&lt;em&gt;pray and thank God for the day&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When I can't sleep I...&lt;em&gt;toss and turn because usually when I can't sleep, it's because I'm not comfortable. don't you hate that?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The first thing I do when I wake up is...&lt;em&gt;check email &amp;amp; facebook, because it gets my eyes open&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When I'm tired I...&lt;em&gt;become a walking zombie. seriously. ask any of my good friends and they can tell you when I'm tired. it's like my brain shuts off and I'm oblivious to what's going on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My dream bedroom would be...&lt;em&gt;oh wow, this is a tough one. i don't have anything particular in mind...i would just like for it to be inviting and comfortable. oh, and a huge bed that makes you want to fall asleep the moment you hit it. and a machine that makes rain noises. and a comfy chair that sits next to a fireplace. that's it (i think).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If I could wake up anywhere tomorrow morning it would be...&lt;em&gt;in the Tetons Mtns. of Wyoming. It's been exactly one year since my last trip there, the longest I've gone from being there since I first visited &lt;/em&gt;:( &lt;em&gt;even now I stare at my desktop because I have a pic of the mtns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The longest sleep I've ever had was...&lt;em&gt;I think 13 hrs...don't remember what happened to trigger that one?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I sleep on my...&lt;em&gt;side. for some odd reason,i can't sleep on my stomach. i'm pretty sure there is a disorder for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. When I sleep, I like to wear...&lt;em&gt;leggings and a tank top.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. My bedtime is usually...&lt;em&gt;I aim for 9:30, but lately I've been bad and going to bed later.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;i know, i'm a rebel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more fill in the blank fridays, visit this lovely blog * &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;the little things we do &lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5918955440512894795?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5918955440512894795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5918955440512894795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5918955440512894795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5918955440512894795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/07/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill In the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TFLdt_7-pbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mWkuZLsnc7A/s72-c/mirrors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-7480290770761686990</id><published>2010-07-26T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:44:14.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>A Season For Everything</title><content type='html'>As I begin this post, I'm sitting out on the back porch, watching a summer thunderstorm roll through the Ozarks. I can't describe the beauty of these moments; nor can a picture justify it (but here's a few anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TE44z2rph6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/tW55pZ9qCFs/s1600/PIC-0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TE44z2rph6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/tW55pZ9qCFs/s320/PIC-0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498394658569029538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TE440fIz73I/AAAAAAAAAsI/ECSQcJZLKW0/s1600/PIC-0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TE440fIz73I/AAAAAAAAAsI/ECSQcJZLKW0/s320/PIC-0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498394669428764530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything is green, and being drenched in warm rain.  Blue sky and puffy white clouds split the dark gray mass and I can see and smell the steam rising from the ground. Off in the distance, I can see two baby deer playing in circles around their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting there, I began to pray. It was one of those God moments, you know. And in that God moment, it seemed as if God had something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a very, very, very long winter season. The last two years have been the most difficult yet.  When I turned 25, I felt like things were going to be different. Things were going to change. And they have, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the rain, I couldn't help but see that perhaps I'm in a spring season. I suppose I thought things would immediately turn around and everything would be grand. Ha, yea right. But looking at my life now, I see the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spring there is much rain. The rain is what begins to produce life...it brings beautiful things forth from no where...it allows for the abundance. When it rains, we must take shelter. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes there will be some hail to break things down...thunder to shake things up...and lightning to expose what we couldn't see before. And sometimes the rain breaks for a moment to reveal something fresh...new...beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am in my spring. I am seeing moments where I have had to run to an Almighty God for shelter in the storm. There has certainly been times of hail to break me...thunder to shake things up...and recently God has been sending quite a bit of lightning to expose some areas of my life that need attention. But then there are those moments when the rain breaks and something incredible happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what this means don't you? It means my summer is around the corner! It's been a long time since I've seen a summer. And I'm excited! But I realize that I am still in spring, and I must cherish it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to allow the scattered thunderstorms to pelt on me&lt;/span&gt;, and then to see those moments where the grass is turning green and the flowers begin to bloom...where life begins to spring forth! I want to enjoy spring...I think it may be the best season of them all. You get the best of both worlds...a little winter &amp;amp; a little summer...God's hard lessons and abundant blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-7480290770761686990?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/7480290770761686990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=7480290770761686990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7480290770761686990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7480290770761686990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/07/season-for-everything.html' title='A Season For Everything'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/TE44z2rph6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/tW55pZ9qCFs/s72-c/PIC-0168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-842787732720201730</id><published>2010-07-20T19:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:45:04.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>For a while now I have been thinking quite a bit about something. I feel like the further I travel in my Christian walk, the more of a sinner I see myself as. The more faults I see. The more clutter I see on the inside. I was talking to a friend about this not long ago; how we both can't help but recognize our human depravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul saw it too. Throughout his writings in the New Testament, we can see a progression of his insight into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Corinthians 15.9&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For I am the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;least of the  apostles&lt;/span&gt;, unworthy to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of  God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ephesians 3.8,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To me, though I am the very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;least  of all the saints&lt;/span&gt;, this grace was given."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Timothy 1.16&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But for that very reason I  was shown mercy so that in me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the worst of sinners&lt;/span&gt;, Christ Jesus might  display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would  believe on him and receive eternal life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, he calls himself the least of the apostles. Alright. But then the least of the saints. Getting a bit broader. And the the worst of simmers. Still further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the closer we draw to God, the more of a sinner we might see ourselves? Perhaps it's because the closer we draw to Him, the more like Christ we become, and the more prevalent the flesh that is still there seems to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to rid oursleves of the flesh; therefore perhaps we see the reality of it effects? And to be clear, I'm not talking about focusing on our weaknesses, or belittling ourselves and value. I simply state an observation that the more like Christ we become...the more we desire to be like him...the more we strive to be less like ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just some food for thought. But it's interesting, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-842787732720201730?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/842787732720201730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=842787732720201730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/842787732720201730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/842787732720201730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/07/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-7798271295375191154</id><published>2010-07-20T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:26:41.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>what have i been doing with my time?!</title><content type='html'>I feel so disconnected from my blog lately. It's been a very busy season in my life, but really, when isn't? But lately my life has been event driven, with many events going on around me. But I would say more than anything, I have been writing so much else where, that sometimes I wonder if I have anything left to say by the time I come here. But that's just not true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started writing weekly on a blog for a ministry called True Identity. I would encourage you to check out the blog, with a few writers from women in all different seasons in life living in different places across the country. They have some pretty incredible things to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trueidministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://trueidministries.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to tell you sometime about the exciting opportunities God is opening up for me through this ministry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also started working on a book. My second actually. My other had to go on the back burner for a bit because I have been asked to co-author on a book for high school girls that has already had the publishing rights purchased...which means I have six months to knock this baby out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so honoerd to have been asked to be on this project &amp;amp; I am very excited to see how the Holy Spirit ends up using myself and the other author through this book. But this shall be a topic for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just feel the need to stop and say "PRAISE GOD!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the mentioned above, my writing time has been eaten up. But no more! Alas, I push on to give to this blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned for a new blog post, coming in about 20 minutes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-7798271295375191154?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/7798271295375191154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=7798271295375191154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7798271295375191154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7798271295375191154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-have-i-been-doing-with-my-time.html' title='what have i been doing with my time?!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-6720207032260037439</id><published>2010-07-06T18:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:59:01.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>I LOVE AMERICA</title><content type='html'>Sunday was I Love America! A 4th of July celebration James River has to "share the gospel!" And oh was it in incredible in every way possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were over 100,000 people in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;252 salvations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full day with my church family and with the community I love...how perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the weathermen were forecasting a 60% chance of thunderstorms, we had blue skies. In fact, we called out to God for incredible weather, and who knows that God is more than able to control the weather? And who knows that He answers prayer? So of course we had perfect weather! I didn't even sweat, and I've been sweating everyday for the last month when I just walk out to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun and I am still in awe of all that God did that day; most I won't even know until the day I enter the pearly gates. God is incredible and faithful! I love being a part of what He is doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-6720207032260037439?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/6720207032260037439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=6720207032260037439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6720207032260037439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6720207032260037439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-america.html' title='I LOVE AMERICA'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1277240695683176338</id><published>2010-06-30T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:51:07.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><title type='text'>There's No Slowin' Down</title><content type='html'>My life has been crazy busy lately...but I wouldn't have it any other way. I like always going. I like being productive. After youth camp last week, I unpacked my suitcase, did my laundry, and packed again to house sit for a family. This past weekend we had our Leaders Retreat for the Women's Ministry...and it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly in awe of God's favor on my life in regards to who I am surrounded by. I honestly don't take it lightly. My good friend Savannah has been at my side quite a bit lately; so much so, we're probably getting on each others nerves :) I love her like crazy and she has been one of the best friends a person can have. I dream of us growing together in the church :) I was able to convince her to stay the night with me twice while house sitting so that I wouldn't get scared ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two days I was surrounded by some of the most wonderful and godly women on the earth at our Leaders Retreat. We had an incredible time preparing for the women's conference this fall. We laughed, talked about our dreams, prayed, and sharpened each other. What an honor for a young'n like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week is I Love America; an opportunity our church takes to "share the gospel!" I am so excited, it's not even funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-1277240695683176338?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/1277240695683176338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=1277240695683176338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1277240695683176338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1277240695683176338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-no-slowin-down.html' title='There&apos;s No Slowin&apos; Down'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5578793667224143450</id><published>2010-06-22T15:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:15:24.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>God is a fan of Camps</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I had the privilege of being asked to nanny for the Gibbons family (the youth pastors of our student ministry) at the youth camp...for four wonderful days in the middle of nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredible weekend with four precious girls and one of the most godly couples in the world...I'm pretty sure that's a fact. To spend time with this family, and to learn from them, is an honor I don't take lightly. It was almost nine years ago that I gave my heart to the Lord when I heard Pastor Scotty Gibbons share the gospel. I am a product of the ministry I now had the privilege to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night I was able to sneak in for the altar call...and boy was it amazing. Monty Hipp was the guest speaker, and he knew how to facilitate a powerful altar time. At first he had the five youth pastors come to the front of the room. He then asked them to start praising God with vocal and worshipful praise. The students watched and listened. Then, he asked all the youth leaders to stand up and start doing the same. Then the seniors. Then the juniors. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an opportunity for the young people to see what it means to pray, to seek, to worship. To call upon our God. As I stood at the back of the room, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with the love and mercy of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third night I also had the opportunity to catch the altar call. And it was another powerful experience. Monty spoke on intercessory prayer: fighting in prayer on behalf of others. At the end, he asked every student who didn't have a relationship with God, but wanted one, to raise their hand. I would say about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 hands shot up without hesitation&lt;/span&gt;. He then went up to each one, looked them right in the eye, and honored their decision to follow Christ. Each one. Then they were all asked to come up to the front. From there the entire youth group that was there practically ran to the altar to surround those who were making a commitment, and started calling out to God on their behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here I saw an example of what the Church is suppose to look like. I have that privilege every Sunday, but in a different way I saw an example of what the Body should represent. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People surrounding each other...lifting others up...calling on behalf of other people&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't happen everywhere. But it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I observed both nights, and throughout the weekend, I couldn't help but get this sense that God is doing something unique in the Realife Student Ministry at this point in time. I think all across the country, God is stirring in the hearts of young people...I believe a youth explosion is about to begin. But it was during this youth camp, in these young people, that I saw something very unique. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God is up to something great&lt;/span&gt;...and I got to witness the stirring of the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during these altar times, as someone older and not looking to receive, that my own heart was stirred. As someone committed to James River Assembly and the Springfield community, I knew I was getting to be apart of something big...something unique...something God. And to be able to lead the next generation of world changers, a generation that is going to do more for God than any other, is an honor I will never take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for a group of young people hungry for the things of God. I praise God that He has miracles and wonders for people all across the earth. I praise God that I get to be here for such a time as this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5578793667224143450?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5578793667224143450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5578793667224143450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5578793667224143450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5578793667224143450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-is-fan-of-camps.html' title='God is a fan of Camps'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3849825946400678743</id><published>2010-05-27T13:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:47:03.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Save the Word</title><content type='html'>There are many words that seem to have been diminished by our  society.  Really, if you think about it there are many words in the  English language that have been so overused or  spoken out of context  that today they don't hold as much value as they use to.   Words like savior, cool, hate, bailout, loser, billions, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the  one that sticks out the most as it is used to describe how one might  feel in just about every way.&lt;br /&gt;"I love that sweater."&lt;br /&gt;"I love it  when they do that."&lt;br /&gt;"I love that team."&lt;br /&gt;"I love that show."&lt;br /&gt;You  get the picture.  Love has been watered down to a point of no return.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People have gradually accepted the word "love" as a reasonable  alternative to describe fondness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love use to mean something.  It  came from a deep affection.  It described passion.  Now it doesn't hold  that same value.  I even looked up "love" online and the dictionary  used the sentence, "His first love was baseball" as a sentence to  describe the feeling of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But isn't love more than a feeling  anyway?  It's an action.  It's a giving of ourselves&lt;/span&gt;.  Would you give  yourself to a sweater?  Or a show?  I don't think many of you would say  yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of overusing the word "love."  A while ago I set  out to use the word less often.  When the word "love" would leave my  mouth, I would catch myself and as a result have started saying it less.  I still have not mastered using the the word in it's true form,  but I try.  And I would challenge you to do the same as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love  means something.  When you use the word, mean it.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am disappointed in  myself that I have used the same word to describe how I feel for a food  or outfit as I have for my mom, my best friend, my Savior.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't want to water  down a beautiful word any longer.   And when I use the word "love"  towards a person, I want that person to know that I mean it.  Could they  believe me when I tell them I love them if I use the word all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  a society driven by feelings for and the wanting of, described by love,  commit to changing.  Commit to using the word "love" only when it is  called for.  When it means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the word "love" for  the moments when it can be used to it's full advantage.  Love when you  mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3849825946400678743?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3849825946400678743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3849825946400678743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3849825946400678743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3849825946400678743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/05/save-word.html' title='Save the Word'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-9013839585532646204</id><published>2010-05-26T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:41:27.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Preaching the Gospel to the De-Churched</title><content type='html'>This is a message brought by Matt Chandler at the Advance09 Conference. It is one of the best messages I have ever heard and want to share it with y'all. If you have some free time, I would encourage you check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="504" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://theresurgence.com/v/keipse6kgkyx"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://theresurgence.com/v/keipse6kgkyx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="504" allowscriptaccess="always" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-9013839585532646204?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/9013839585532646204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=9013839585532646204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/9013839585532646204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/9013839585532646204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/05/preaching-gospel-to-de-churched.html' title='Preaching the Gospel to the De-Churched'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-6392443224370394126</id><published>2010-05-22T16:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:02:40.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>'27 Tough Questions Pastors Ask' Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_hS3vmV1gI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Wi3QnIiyDLM/s1600/HardyCover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_hS3vmV1gI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Wi3QnIiyDLM/s320/HardyCover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474216464692401666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'27 Tough Questions Pastors Ask' is a wonderful resource written by Dick Hardy. I have known Dick for a few years now and have had the privilege to serve alongside of him in The Loft ministry at James River Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recently gave me a copy of his new book, and I was excited to read it! In his book, Dick highlights the biggest questions pastors have. A pastor for many years, Dick now consults for churches around the country. If there is one man who knows this stuff, it's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working on my credentials as a minister, and serve in the ministry. This book was a very insightful read, a great resource to any in ministry. I would encourage any pastor or church leader to get this book and make it a key resource for you as you navigate the channels of ministry. We don't have all the answers, no matter who we are, and it never hurts to ask the tough questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sure to keep this book as a near resource for many years to come as I journey through ministry and leadership. I highly recommend this book and pray it will be a great asset to you as you build the Church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also encourage you to visit The Hardy Group website at &lt;a href="http://www.thehardygroup.org/homebooklaunch.asp"&gt;http://www.thehardygroup.org/homebooklaunch.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-6392443224370394126?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/6392443224370394126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=6392443224370394126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6392443224370394126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6392443224370394126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/05/27-tough-questions-pastors-ask-review.html' title='&apos;27 Tough Questions Pastors Ask&apos; Review'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_hS3vmV1gI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Wi3QnIiyDLM/s72-c/HardyCover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3398196082954021387</id><published>2010-05-17T19:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:31:17.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my little brother Zach graduating from high school this past weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_Hd5VGhekI/AAAAAAAAArY/B-9cRC6J6OY/s1600/grad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_Hd5VGhekI/AAAAAAAAArY/B-9cRC6J6OY/s320/grad3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472398999218649666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us afterward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_Heo2JOjAI/AAAAAAAAAro/Y5Xg2DsD2cg/s1600/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_Heo2JOjAI/AAAAAAAAAro/Y5Xg2DsD2cg/s320/grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472399815542213634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me with all three of my little brothers...aren't they adorable/manly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_HepOE3MjI/AAAAAAAAArw/I8Iv-Z4hW2c/s1600/grad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_HepOE3MjI/AAAAAAAAArw/I8Iv-Z4hW2c/s320/grad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472399821966357042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my entire family after Zach's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_Hd5y5I_MI/AAAAAAAAArg/ljqCmEVWKw4/s1600/grad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_Hd5y5I_MI/AAAAAAAAArg/ljqCmEVWKw4/s320/grad4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472399007215582402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud of Zach. He dedicated his life to the Lord last summer and hasn't turned back. He blows me away with his commitment...and I can say he has it more together at 18 than I did at that age. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He initiates in his walk with the Lord&lt;/span&gt;...a dating fast...reading spiritual living books...volunteering at the church. Just thinking about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the transformation God has done in his life&lt;/span&gt; and the path he is on, reminds me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gods grace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faithfulness&lt;/span&gt;. Every day I give thanks for what God is doing in Zach's life and I can't wait to see what else He has planned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3398196082954021387?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3398196082954021387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3398196082954021387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3398196082954021387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3398196082954021387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-my-little-brother-zach.html' title=''/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S_Hd5VGhekI/AAAAAAAAArY/B-9cRC6J6OY/s72-c/grad3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1669408568602932141</id><published>2010-05-11T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:19:36.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>I promise I'm still here...</title><content type='html'>but it's been crazy busy with the last two weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live, breathe and dream in anthropology, government, computer and composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, boring dreams. But it makes me want to get up &amp;amp; get 'er done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my finals this week and will be back soon to share with you something God has been laying on my heart! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful Spring week (although Spring is far from us here in the Ozarks) and I'm praying you experience the abundance of God's grace and love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S./Side Note: My little brother Zach is graduating from high school this Friday!!! I am so dang excited for him...I gurantee you have never seen a prouder sister! (I'll probably devote a blog post to him this weekend, because I just can't help myself). Yesterday was his last day of school, so of course I took a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S-lnPoVdo3I/AAAAAAAAArA/2R_6E3BGiII/s1600/zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S-lnPoVdo3I/AAAAAAAAArA/2R_6E3BGiII/s320/zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470016740641317746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-1669408568602932141?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/1669408568602932141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=1669408568602932141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1669408568602932141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1669408568602932141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-promise-im-still-here.html' title='I promise I&apos;m still here...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S-lnPoVdo3I/AAAAAAAAArA/2R_6E3BGiII/s72-c/zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3040865650154921252</id><published>2010-05-01T16:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:30:36.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>JRW Rally Video Blog</title><content type='html'>On April 30, 2020, Jamesriverwomen had their Rally *Sparkle, Shimmer, Shine* with guest speaker and friend, Charlotte Gambill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredible night with ladies from all across the community. There were over 2000 in attendance, 8 salvations, and 65 children in Haiti were sponsored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the honor to take the ladies for a behind-the-scenes look of the rally, filming video blogs throughout the day to post on the JRW Facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5486bf2d0039a37" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3040865650154921252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3040865650154921252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3040865650154921252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/05/jrw-rally-video-blog.html' title='JRW Rally Video Blog'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-2957125324260908852</id><published>2010-04-29T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:53:59.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Spring Dreams</title><content type='html'>The Ideal Spring Collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/spring_dreams/set?.embedder=1534806&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=18296723"&gt;&lt;img alt="Spring Dreams" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFllPQ19XUU5VM3hHOWlHY1ozMFI0WUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Spring Dreams" border="0" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/spring_dreams/set?.embedder=1534806&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=18296723"&gt;Spring Dreams&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com%3cbr/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-2957125324260908852?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/2957125324260908852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=2957125324260908852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2957125324260908852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2957125324260908852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-dreams.html' title='Spring Dreams'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3833682895270502433</id><published>2010-04-29T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:18:08.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Stinkin' Hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Jim Gaffigan talks about his love of camping and bacon in this clip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qle-vjHoQa4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qle-vjHoQa4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3833682895270502433?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3833682895270502433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3833682895270502433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3833682895270502433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3833682895270502433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/jim-gaffigan-camping-waking-up-and.html' title='Stinkin&apos; Hilarious'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-7820898789442224883</id><published>2010-04-23T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:48:30.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S9HS_zOr0FI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9lPgM8ij5rY/s1600/fillintheblank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S9HS_zOr0FI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9lPgM8ij5rY/s320/fillintheblank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463379816502513746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One song that always takes me back to my youth is&lt;/span&gt; "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston...I use to sing that song alllll the time...I'm pretty sure I was convinced I would be like her when I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first concert ever was&lt;/span&gt; an REO Speedwagon concert my parents took me to when I was a rugrat. The first that I can remember...a SUM 41 concert way back in my high school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could create my dream music festival I'd want these bands to be there:&lt;/span&gt; Coldplay, OneRepublic, Brett Dennen, Jason Mraz, Switchfoot, Dave Matthews, Kings of Leon, Seal, and Ingrid Michaelson. That is going the non-country route I am torn between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best concert I've ever been to was&lt;/span&gt; a Hillsong United concert...I know, I know. But they are always incredible times. Of course, I have never been to a concert for one of the above mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A memorable music moment for me was&lt;/span&gt; in the Dominican Republic while on a missions trip. A few of the guys pulled out their guitars and started playing...soon we were all gathered around, worshipping God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The song on my iPod getting the most plays these days is&lt;/span&gt; "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven...it is the most beautiful music I have ever heard...by far my favorite. Any Brett Dennen song is close behind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more "Fill in the Blank Fridays" visit this lovely blog &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*the little things we do*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-7820898789442224883?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/7820898789442224883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=7820898789442224883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7820898789442224883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7820898789442224883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/fill-in-blank-friday_1156.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S9HS_zOr0FI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9lPgM8ij5rY/s72-c/fillintheblank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5567103658056042277</id><published>2010-04-21T19:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:05:51.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THIS WEEKEND??!!</title><content type='html'>I went to a baby shower on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; for my lovely friend Stephanie. Can't wait to meet little Frankie Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to the Cardinals Game with Savannah and half of the staff at James River!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Beast broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of silence, please...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-c-83HGPI/AAAAAAAAApo/E8g1SEXdYbA/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-c-83HGPI/AAAAAAAAApo/E8g1SEXdYbA/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462757478326802674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt;][not really because I hardly ever cry, but it seemed fitting to shed an electronic tear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking for another car...will introduce you to my next motor carriage soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to note that I have awesome friends because 7 people showed up for a hilariously ordeal of getting my car out of the middle lane. Top notch people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; I spoke at Sycamore Log Church again! My BFF Angela (word-class iPhone picture taker) and her husband Easton went with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the church...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-eyGlk-iI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Sjgwz89n0Z8/s1600/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-eyGlk-iI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Sjgwz89n0Z8/s320/church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462759456622574114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Easton leading worship with a banjo (and sweet 90 year old Chlo)...because it's the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-eW1YwVEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vWwQeAwqDqE/s1600/easton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-eW1YwVEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vWwQeAwqDqE/s320/easton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462758988148921410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am bringing the Word. I may or may not have mentioned the time I forgot to bring clean socks to the gym and had to wear my sweaty gym socks all day to work. TMI??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-eXS8S4bI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pjWbvjHpT-w/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-eXS8S4bI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pjWbvjHpT-w/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462758996082614706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That evening was Life Group. Did I mention I have the coolest Life Group in the world? Well, I do. Here are most of the peeps (from the Superbowl Party)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-fj03hmoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/7bvHJEqyMOE/s1600/18172_526521541597_214600991_31504028_1346799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-fj03hmoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/7bvHJEqyMOE/s320/18172_526521541597_214600991_31504028_1346799_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462760310859471490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5567103658056042277?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5567103658056042277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5567103658056042277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5567103658056042277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5567103658056042277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-what-happened-to-me-this-weekend.html' title='GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THIS WEEKEND??!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8-c-83HGPI/AAAAAAAAApo/E8g1SEXdYbA/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-758060008763926726</id><published>2010-04-17T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:30:04.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>one year ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago today I left Florida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461176111154384514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8n-vRE0zoI/AAAAAAAAApY/xBSXiIqXvrA/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;...and embarked on a five day road trip &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Ozarks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461176601747996418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8n_L0rdPwI/AAAAAAAAApg/9DB5XDi0zOg/s320/2969_517094144177_214600991_31162814_5676220_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an incredible five days, but the best part is the testimony in that move. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God provided&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link to my post &lt;a href="http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-change-in-my-life.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a year ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, from the day I rolled back into town. In that post I talk about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gods' incredible provision in that prayer&lt;/span&gt;...and about my fun road trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something very significant when our prayers are &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;specific&lt;/strong&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;springing from faith!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad to be home in the beautiful Ozarks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-758060008763926726?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/758060008763926726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=758060008763926726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/758060008763926726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/758060008763926726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-year-ago.html' title='one year ago...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8n-vRE0zoI/AAAAAAAAApY/xBSXiIqXvrA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-2931930066599000875</id><published>2010-04-16T15:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:25:59.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fill in the blank friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8jE4dcvY-I/AAAAAAAAApA/AguBeUWlFo0/s1600/fill_it_in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460831022443619298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8jE4dcvY-I/AAAAAAAAApA/AguBeUWlFo0/s320/fill_it_in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; The first thing I do in the morning is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hit the snooze button 4-8 times, because I set my alarm in increments...it's the only way I can wake up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Every night before bed I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;READ&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;My favorite thing to do when I'm having a bad day is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sit outside...and eat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Something that makes me cringe is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;vomit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Social situations&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;take a lot of energy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I like to collect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...nothing really. I like to keep momentos from fun trips I've taken...does that count?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Weekends are for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fitting into one day really...Saturday. And on Saturdays I play half the day and study half the day. When summer hits though, you better believe it will be all play on Saturday!/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more "Fill in the Blank" Fridays, visit the blog *&lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the little things we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-2931930066599000875?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/2931930066599000875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=2931930066599000875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2931930066599000875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2931930066599000875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/fill-in-blank-friday.html' title='Fill in the Blank Friday'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8jE4dcvY-I/AAAAAAAAApA/AguBeUWlFo0/s72-c/fill_it_in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8994357571092238945</id><published>2010-04-12T18:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:54:32.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Spring Saturday</title><content type='html'>This last Saturday was a perfect Spring day in almost every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep in...until 8:30...this is a very rare occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a Spring Tea Party/Lunch at the Amer house (here's &lt;a href="http://heather-cherie.blogspot.com/"&gt;heather's blog&lt;/a&gt;...she's great)! I'm not usually one to get with a bunch of girls and drink tea, if you know what I mean. Give me the outdoors or an action movie. But I had a lot of fun with the incredible girls there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was craft time. Which, my brain just doesn't wrap well around artsy activities. Plus, I'm a perfectionist. So thirty minutes after starting this normally easy craft, I finished this adorable pot for flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8OsMG7r7uI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Mh8DdCO_zZk/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8OsMG7r7uI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Mh8DdCO_zZk/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459396497322536674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easy, peasy. Just glue some cute spring fabric around a pot. Wah-la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to keep the flowers alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few hours in the afternoon preparing for a sermon I am giving at &lt;a href="http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/02/gods-word-little-country-church.html"&gt;the old country church&lt;/a&gt; this coming Sunday. Which this is perfect for a Spring day for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;2. It was a little too hot outside for me in the high of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early that evening I went to a BBQ at the local cool park with some friends. The weather was perfect for said BBQ. The company was great. Cheeseburgers were involved. My team won in Bocce Ball. I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the BBQ I met Bayli for some Andy's. If you have not had the privilege to tastes the worlds most amazing custard, then plan a trip to Andy's asap! Bay had just finished the Daniels Fast the day before, and I was starting mine the next day. We had one day out of almost three months to enjoy some Andy's together. Plus, she was leaving for Haiti the next day and a goodbye-until-next-week was in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a super Spring day in the Ozarks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8994357571092238945?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8994357571092238945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8994357571092238945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8994357571092238945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8994357571092238945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-spring-saturday.html' title='A Perfect Spring Saturday'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S8OsMG7r7uI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Mh8DdCO_zZk/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5422460221907536535</id><published>2010-04-05T13:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:38:07.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colossians'/><title type='text'>COMPASSION</title><content type='html'>A feeling of deep sympathy for another, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Action&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepard. &lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt; he began teaching them many things.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mark 6.34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw. He had compassion. SO he acted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5422460221907536535?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5422460221907536535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5422460221907536535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5422460221907536535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5422460221907536535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/compassion.html' title='COMPASSION'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-2334246955881701876</id><published>2010-04-05T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:21:35.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colossians'/><title type='text'>New Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>God has laid something on my heart and I'm really excited about where it will lead. I was reading &lt;strong&gt;Colossians 3&lt;/strong&gt; and had an attraction to &lt;strong&gt;v.12-14&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony&lt;/em&gt;." (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NIV says to "clothe yourselves." There is this idea, this picture of getting dressed. Everyday when you change clothes, you choose what to wear and proceed to put it on. It's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; and an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;action&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same implication is being attached to these characteristics described in the verses. I believe Paul is saying that we must &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make the decision to put on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where the action takes place. To be honest, I struggle with many of these characteristics. Therefore, I want to exercise putting on each of these garments. I will start with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;. I have wrote out what compassion means, along with a verse, that I will keep with me to reference often. I will then earnestly seek out opportunities to show compassion. I want to learn what it looks like and how I can make that a part of me. So much so that it would eventually be natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I choose to put on compassion. I will pray and allow God to transform me from the inside out. When I sense I have come to grasp what compassion really means and looks like, when I have practiced it and feel it has taken hold of me, then I will move on to kindness. And from kindness to humility. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for the journey, and you better believe I'm taking ya'll along on the journey with me. My prayer is that as God works, you would be inspired to clothe yourselves in the new self Paul describes in &lt;strong&gt;Colossians 3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really enjoy hearing your thoughts on this. And I would really like to hear what God may be doing in your life as you decide to put on the new self!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-2334246955881701876?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/2334246955881701876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=2334246955881701876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2334246955881701876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2334246955881701876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-clothes.html' title='New Wardrobe'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1130353283504468188</id><published>2010-03-26T10:09:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:18:48.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My Super Awesome Colorado Vacation</title><content type='html'>Oh, where do I begin? As I write this, I am on the road (somewhere in nowhere Kansas) and heading back to Springfield. For the past week I have been on a much needed vacation in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt; of Colorado...and it was exactly what the doctor (or me) ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night my good friend &lt;a href="http://www.carriebjames.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie Beth&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; her boyfriend Derek pulled into Springtown to stay with me. On &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; morning the three of us filled up the gas tank, grabbed our Starbucks and hit the road for a 12 hour drive to Denver, CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we arrived in Denver and crashed the place of an old friend &amp;amp; his family. Chad and Rachel Bruegman (and their two precious children) took us poor, weary travelers in for a night of rest. Chad pastors an incredible church in Golden called &lt;a href="http://www.redrockschurch.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Red Rocks Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where we attended church on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This church is INCREDIBLE&lt;/em&gt;! I have been to many churches across the country in my travels, and this one is by far my favorite. Am I allowed to say that? Chad preached a truly dynamic message on parenting, and even though I am not a parent, I took something very important away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were awesome. As I stood there (for both services, because I couldn't seem to part after just one), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my heart was overcome with love for the people and city&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, it didn't hurt that people were walking in with their mountain attire and flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us then proceeded to the Denver Airport to pick up my beloved friend, &lt;a href="http://www.bethanythompson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bethany&lt;/a&gt;. Thereafter was a quick bite to eat at Qdobe (mmmm) and then the final 2 hour trek to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beaver Creek, CO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453386933341018114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65ShciMWAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wn6HQEWldIk/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We arrived in this picturesque village about 4pm and met up with two friends of mine who work there. Tyler &amp;amp; Shane are two guys I met in Wyoming two summers ago, and have kept in good contact with. So guess what? They got to let 4 people crash their little apartment (that they share with two other guys: Brendan &amp;amp; Nick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Beth &amp;amp; I cooked the guys some dinner and then headed into the village for some night-time ice skating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453386934652281570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65Shha0ouI/AAAAAAAAAnI/yu1xCVA6XrI/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morning we woke up nice and early (which we did every day) and headed to a small town not far away called Minturn for breakfast at the Turntable Diner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453386946049514194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65SiL4ImtI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/LbbSKUqoHbU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453386950068174114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65Sia2QfSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/0p5CxeXtI6E/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The day was filled with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;skiing&lt;/span&gt;, my first time ever! Tyler, Shane &amp;amp; Brendan were great sports and very patient with me as I learned how to maneuver the skis. It wasn't easy. As soon as I stepped onto the snow with my skis , I lost control and hit a kid. Although it wasn't a great start, within an hour I was getting it down and had a great day skiing the green slopes. I did chance a blue once and a quick shortcut through the trees. It was so much fun...so much that I may have a slight obsession for skiing now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453386958759710866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65Si7Oe0JI/AAAAAAAAAng/cWuUf3C-nJs/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453390128383271762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65Vba_oI1I/AAAAAAAAAno/JmH10XjbIDc/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After we made our way down the mountain, we roasted marshmallows over the fire and had smores. Then we cleaned up and headed to Zagga Za's for dinner (it's where my friend Tyler works).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we spent a day on the slopes again, but not as long. Some genius decided that the first thing we needed to do when we got up there was take a hard blue...I was for sure not ready for that. I am so embarrassed to report that it took me a good 3o minutes, at least, to get down the hill. And everyone waited for me. But major props go out to Brendan for staying with me the whole time and helping me down the slope. The group then headed to a lodge half way up for some yummy lunch, which quickly lowered my frustration for a lack of natural ability to ski. Then we headed to the summit and continued to ski through the afternoon. Monday was a blue sky kind of day, while Tuesday was a heavy snowfall kind of day...both equally beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453390137233411218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65Vb79qjJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/X6WNjcG9wO4/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After our last (tear) day of skiing, Beth &amp;amp; I made the guys dinner. Homemade sauce for the pasta, chicken, brownies...they love us. And because our bodies were so sore from two days of skiing, we all headed to the Glenwood Hot Springs for some relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453390138833926450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65VcB7QeTI/AAAAAAAAAn4/oEQmNg5JDyM/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; _______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we took it easy. It was a morning of reading and drinking coffee at a local coffee shop in town. Bethany and I headed into the village for lunch, followed by some rest time drinking hot cocoa by the fire at the bottom of the mountain. We chatted and watched the skiers come in for a landing...and wishing we could be them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453390159246651842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65VdN-B8cI/AAAAAAAAAoA/x4S1is2FVR4/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beth &amp;amp; I decided to make cheeseburgers &amp;amp; sweet potato fries for the guys last minute, so we cleaned and cooked for them before they all got off work. It was so much fun blessing them! The guys, along with Beth &amp;amp; I, decided to then go off-roading in Brendan's jeep. We found this little road by a small town called Red Cliff, which would have been impossible to drive if it had not been for this faithful jeep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453390166683044946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65VdprATFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FBLkuvRxRd8/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After a good time of off-roading and checking out an abandoned mine town, we headed back to the apartment, made a big comfy pallet on the floor and watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the road trip crew drove to Glenwood Canyon and hiked to Hanging Lake (2.5 miles road trip). It was a difficult &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hike&lt;/span&gt; through the snow, but one well worth it. Look at the gorgeousness of it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453391804680305682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65W8_r-_BI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VyTCnJOm2RQ/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453391809204583442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65W9Qip_BI/AAAAAAAAAoY/PTasPnzoZjw/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night Beth &amp;amp; I had pizza with the Thurman's in the village and then spent the rest of the evening hanging out with the guys, Carrie Beth &amp;amp; Derek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453391826447178322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65W-QxnGlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hp5ARoYCR8o/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an incredible week and it was hard to go. I wish everyday could be vacation, don't you?! As we drove away with those mountains growing smaller in the background, my heart dropped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me a bit curious of how I feel when I leave people. I could pick up in a heart beat and go somewhere I've never been, leaving all my friends and family, and be fine. Yes, it can be difficult to an extent, but I'm a pretty independent person so it's not the hardest thing in the world. But I have noticed that every time I leave one of my friends that doesn't know the Lord, it is so incredibly hard for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually when I take a vacation now, it is to go visit one of my Wyoming friends; those who don't have that same incredible relationship with God like I do. And maybe it's harder to leave them more than others because I know I'm leaving people I have such a love and burden for. And who knows if I ever will see them again? I wish i could have more time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453391813580146274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65W9g13xmI/AAAAAAAAAog/Zsdams2qoFc/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;God really blessed me and the others on this trip. Most of us are in ministry, two of us in school. All four of us really just needed a break and God went beyond are expectations for this trip. We were able to get free lift rides both days, which was a huge blessing. And in other little ways God provided for us..all leaving us in awe of His goodness to us on this trip. I still sit here, overwhelmed with His blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-1130353283504468188?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/1130353283504468188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=1130353283504468188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1130353283504468188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1130353283504468188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-super-awesome-colorado-vacation.html' title='My Super Awesome Colorado Vacation'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S65ShciMWAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wn6HQEWldIk/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-7692358730719483395</id><published>2010-03-14T20:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:59:46.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>what on earth am i doing?</title><content type='html'>i borrowed this from my wonderful friends blog: &lt;a href="http://carriebjames.blogspot.com/"&gt;the lovely blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i  doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing//a new chapter...challenge...growth/spring weather on the horizon/the driven class i have EARLY tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading//bible, by God/"crazy love" by francis chan/school books, by really smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveling//going to beaver creek, co in six days with some great friends, to visit some great friends...ROAD TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying//for the Lord to draw me closer to Him/to be a woman of God/for my family &amp;amp; friends/for the people and ministry at &lt;a href="http://www.jamesriver.org/"&gt;James River Assembly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning//for upcoming photo &amp;amp; video shoot for JRW/for my ski trip/for a very bright future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing//my pjs &amp;amp; robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anticipating//warm weather/being outdoors every second of my life when the warm weather comes/going to the lake with bayli/all the great things God still has planned...the best is yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving//God/the church/friends &amp;amp; family/i use the word love very carefully, so I i don't have much more to offer you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching//the bachelor on monday nights with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating//yoplait harvest peach yogurt with a nutri grain bar every morning/cereal/indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what  are you doing??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-7692358730719483395?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/7692358730719483395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=7692358730719483395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7692358730719483395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7692358730719483395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-borrowed-this-from-my-wonderful.html' title='what on earth am i doing?'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-188633405902676213</id><published>2010-03-11T14:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:01:55.198-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><title type='text'>Romans 4, Part 5</title><content type='html'>For our final look at &lt;strong&gt;Romans 4&lt;/strong&gt;, we will be breaking down verses &lt;strong&gt;17-21&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We call Abraham 'father' not because he got God's attention by living like a saint, but because God made something out of Abraham when he was a nobody. Isn't that what we've always read in Scripture, God saying to Abraham, 'I set you up as father of many peoples?' Abraham was first named 'father' and then became a father because he dared to trust God to do what only God could do: raise the dead to life, with a word make something out of nothing. When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn't do but on what God said he would do. And so he was made father of a multitude of peoples. God himself said to him, 'You're going to have a big family, Abraham!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraham didn't focus on his own impotence and say, 'It's hopeless. This hundred-year-old body could never father a child.' Nor did he survey Sarah's decades of infertility and give up. He didn't tiptoe around God's promise asking cautiously skeptical questions. He plunged into the promise and came up strong, ready for God, sure that God would make good on what he had said. That's why it is said, 'Abraham was declared fit before God by trusting God to set him right.' But it's not just Abraham; it's also us! The same thing gets said about us when we embrace and believe the One who brought Jesus to life when the conditions were equally hopeless. The sacrificed Jesus made us fit for God, set us right with God&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham had every reason from human point of view to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this to thought for a moment. Abraham and his household lived in an area with much traffic and met many travelers each day. We can assume that as the travelers passed through and Abraham met them on their way, they would exchange greetings. Abraham would instinctively tell these travelers his name (which means "father of many"), and since a name meant something during this time period, people would no doubt respond with, "Oh, how many children do you have?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Abraham would have to respond, "None." We can assume that Abraham would hear the confusion from the travelers exchanges. Or walking by the tents at night, he would hear his servants whispers about how a man named "father of many" had no children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Abraham had every reason from human point of view to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Abraham believed God when he said that Abraham would have descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His faith sprang from the promises of God. It was not irrational or baseless, but an assurance from evidence into the security of God's Word and promises. He concluded that the certainty of the divine promise outweighed every natural improbability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where in your life are you focusing on the natural improbability? Are you believing in God's promise(s) for your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was &lt;em&gt;first named father&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;then became a father&lt;/em&gt;. He dared to trust God to do only what God could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Abraham was 100 years old and certainly beyond the ability to have children. And yes, Sarah had been infertile for decades. But he didn't focus on that. &lt;strong&gt;V. 22&lt;/strong&gt; says that he "&lt;em&gt;plunged into the promise."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plunged&lt;/em&gt;. To immerse, to enter with sudden decision upon an unfamiliar course of action (dictionary.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this picture of running full on and doing a cannonball into the water.  Just going for it, without looking back.  Immersed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as Abraham plunged in, neither did he shut his eyes to the unfavorable circumstances.  I believe this is a trap for many, including myself.  You try to convince yourself that if you ignore the problem or pretend it doesn't exist, it will go away.  That's not biblical and certainly not what Abraham did.  He carefully considered his age and Sarah's infertility...and realized that God's ability outweighed their inabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you closing your eyes to an unfavorable circumstance instead of looking to God, the one for who nothing is impossible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham's faith did not become weak or doubt.&lt;br /&gt;                             did not become discouraged my natural weakness.&lt;br /&gt;                             was fully assured that God would do what He promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be people of faith!  In &lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 11&lt;/strong&gt;, it says that faith is a &lt;em&gt;conviction of things not seen&lt;/em&gt;.  Does that not represent Abraham completely?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "faith" is used 5 times in this passage.  This word has an emphasis that is was faith that secured what God has promised.  FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What promise(s) have you received from the Lord?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                  Is it impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-188633405902676213?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/188633405902676213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=188633405902676213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/188633405902676213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/188633405902676213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/03/romans-4-part-5.html' title='Romans 4, Part 5'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5358386873570434506</id><published>2010-03-04T09:24:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:41:37.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>In A Quarter of A Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This past Thursday was my birthday...and I turned 25!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write that, I instinctively feel much older. I feel more like an adult than I ever have...and I really like it. I know some people don't look forward to getting a year older, but I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the culture I live in, it can be challenging to be a young, single female. But oh how I like the challenge. All to say, I enjoy getting older...I feel like people will somehow think that with a larger number I am somehow more responsible. And doesn't 25 sound so responsible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I wanted to reflect on some of the blessings that have come into my life and experiences that I have had over the last quarter of a century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God chose me and almost nine years ago called me into relationship with Him. It is the most valuable relationship I could ever have and I am so completely in love with Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was almost six years ago I was baptized in the Holy Spirit. If anyone really knows me, they know my deeply passionate interest in who He is, cultivating my relationship with Him, and telling others about Him. That day I was baptized was one of the most significant moments I have had or ever will have in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am blessed to be a part of the &lt;a href="http://www.jamesriver.org/"&gt;James River Assembly&lt;/a&gt; family. You will truly not find better people than my family there. They have sharpened, encouraged and challenged me to be a woman of God. Who I am today is a testimony to their love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444823753348769042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 110px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_mWxL2ZRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/B_fwwFlU9O8/s320/1251729099b97f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One of the best experiences of my life was spending 4 months in the mountains of Wyoming with incredible people (my Kentucky boys, The Petersons, Kate, Steph, Bryan, Matt). Not in a million years would I have gone that direction, but God took me there and it forever changed my life. Plus, I formed a slight addiction to the outdoors and backpacking that will bring much excitement into my life for many years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444824410888141378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 317px; height: 237px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_m9Ctc-kI/AAAAAAAAAlc/zq8ffpoD6go/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; I have the most wonderful old friends in the world, like Angela, Savannah, Joanna, &lt;a href="http://www.bethanythompson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bethany&lt;/a&gt;, Misty &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.carriebjames.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie Beth&lt;/a&gt;. And I'm thankful for a new friend in Bayli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444830458061345042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_sdCL5URI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UQfV542EU0k/s320/6333_520285004667_214600991_31301354_5738685_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(some of my closest friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444830465686244674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_sdel0DUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/itMiaUKKG3Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I have been able to live in Los angeles for a summer.  My first day living in L.A. I spent the morning in Jordan Downs Housing Project with children and the afternoon sitting by the pool in the Hills with young Hollywood people. It was such a drastic change in people, scene, situation. But no matter the economic and social differences, both hosted people without Christ and without hope. This experience opened my eyes and really left a lasting impression on me. Living in LA for a summer was an incredible experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_xM_1X0bI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1up6Xg6LvE0/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444835680110236082" style="width: 320px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_xM_1X0bI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1up6Xg6LvE0/s320/610x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_xM00CgTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ciIsp70qXJo/s1600-h/pool-view-from-our-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444835677151854898" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_xM00CgTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ciIsp70qXJo/s320/pool-view-from-our-room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Downs &amp;amp; a pool very similar to where I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things really get me excited like a good road trip. Taking a year to drive around the country, all by myself, did wonders for me. I saw beautiful places, met up with incredible people, and learned the words to dozens of songs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444837236973097666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_ynnmZ0sI/AAAAAAAAAmU/rewsjbBRTLM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The opportunities I have had, and still have, with some of the most dynamic ministry leaders not only in the country, but across the world has been valuable. I don't say this from a standpoint of "look at who I know," but from a standpoint of humility. Every day I am overwhelmed with gratitude that God would allow me to personally know and learn from such incredible men and women of God, and that a few I consider mentors. I truly am humbled and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so excited to discover that I'm not a horrible writer. Not only was getting my &lt;a href="http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-settle-as-closet-christian.html"&gt;first article &lt;/a&gt;published something I'll never forget, but working with the editor was a huge learning experience for me. He gave me advice I will always remember and he said I was actually good. Maybe he was tired?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444933811597820098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 144px; height: 191px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S5BKdAHNQMI/AAAAAAAAAmk/WlEDoNMY9ls/s320/safe_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;("don't loose touch with your world")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking to the top of a mountain, one of the items on my bucket list. Climbing Bunsen Peak in Yellowstone NP, Wyoming. Elevation 8,564 ft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444934574111658114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S5BLJYsrEII/AAAAAAAAAms/jkTahMJhJiY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Within my first two weeks of living in Wyoming, I went on two different night adventures that rocked my world.  The third day there I hopped into a car with four guys I hardly knew, but instantly connected with and went to Old Faithful.  Under a full moon we watched the famous Geyser erupt, in the middle of the night.  The next week I went with my roommate and two of the previous mentioned guys on a midnight hike to hot springs a mile away.  When we got there, we laid down next to the warm water and looked at the bright stars (brighter than I had ever seen) for an hour.  Both midnight activities were firsts for me, and incredible experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't take it for granted that God would allow me to speak into peoples lives...whether it's up in the Loft on a Sunday morning...or speaking from the pulpit at a church...or through this blog...with a friend...with a stranger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The above experiences are not all-inclusive...there are many.  But they are moments or experiences that really stand out to me as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last quarter century...my entire life...has been quite the journey.  Living the life of faith is an adventure...because God always has more for you than you could imagine.  I'm excited to see what this adventure continues to bring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5358386873570434506?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5358386873570434506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5358386873570434506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5358386873570434506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5358386873570434506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-quarter-of-century.html' title='In A Quarter of A Century'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4_mWxL2ZRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/B_fwwFlU9O8/s72-c/1251729099b97f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-7976289561884353084</id><published>2010-02-26T18:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:32:33.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Spring Break 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 weeks from tomorrow, I will be embraking on a great one of these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710499368468530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hkXMolgDI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZL1vHIOizXw/s320/trip.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to this beautiful place (Beaver Creek, CO)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710488425165618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hkWj3f8zI/AAAAAAAAAkM/grbqTd4HI_8/s320/Village.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with these incredible people&lt;br /&gt;(Derek, Carrie Beth, Bethany)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710633587332674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hkfAo21kI/AAAAAAAAAk0/DuVFMNNMZAg/s320/cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710642813528610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hkfjAjaiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/S248HNDGJO4/s320/beth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;visiting/staying with these cool people&lt;br /&gt;(Tyler, Shane, Nate)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710494928051698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hkW8F6HfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QZhlnvx5iyQ/s320/tyler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710637731704018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hkfQE87NI/AAAAAAAAAk8/7DzOtxhcovo/s320/boys.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and meeting up with the most wonderful people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(the Thurmans, pretty much my second family)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710502761740338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hkXZRmuDI/AAAAAAAAAkk/PWaFfj7H0ok/s320/thurmans.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to do this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442713927468055970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hnevTN_aI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nLhsSRxgleU/s320/ski.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't have to tell me it's going to be pretty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-7976289561884353084?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/7976289561884353084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=7976289561884353084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7976289561884353084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7976289561884353084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring-break-2010.html' title='Spring Break 2010!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S4hkXMolgDI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZL1vHIOizXw/s72-c/trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3653020122467753398</id><published>2010-02-20T11:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:46:49.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><title type='text'>Romans 4, Part 4</title><content type='html'>In Part 4, we will be taking a look at &lt;strong&gt;V. 14-15&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If those who get what God gives them only get it by doing everything they are told to do and filling out all the right forms properly signed, that eliminates personal trust completely and turns the promise into an ironclad contract! That's not a holy promise; that's a business deal. A contract drawn up by a hard-nosed lawyer and with plenty of fine print only makes sure that you will never be able to collect. But if there is no contract in the first place, simply a promise—and God's promise at that—you can't break it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all seen a contract...and the fine print that goes with it.  With the fine print there are loop holes.  What Paul is trying to paint in this picture of a contract is that with fine print, we will never be able to fulfill the contract.  We won't be able to hold up our end of the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship with God is not a contract or a to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church on Sunday...CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;Put money in the offering...CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;Did my good deed for the day...CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a list of works, not a relationship.  A contract eliminates personal trust and relationship.  You could never attend enough services, or give enough money, or do enough good deeds to set you right with God, because that isn't relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was spending some time over these verses, I got this idea in my mind.  Not that I would know personally, but I know there was a time in our history where people could trust each other by their word and a handshake.  Today you would never see such personal trust but rather would see people pushing a contract to seal the deal.  God doesn't want a signed contract from you, but to take His hand and trust Him at His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants a personal relationship with you!!  Think about the following question for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you remember that first moment when you believed in Him.  When you had that personal moment with God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was God choosing you, and you accepting His grace.  That is a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who trust in works nullifies the work of Christ on his behalf.  I don't know about you, but I would rather have Christ working on my behalf than trying to get all the work done myself in vain.  And yes it would be in vain.  With a contract there are penalties for neglecting to fulfill what is there.  Since you would never be able to hold up your end of the deal, you would inevitably face penalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that for a moment.  If it wasn't for God's grace, we would face penalties.  How sweet is His grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, let's look at what Jesus has to say about this.  In &lt;strong&gt;Luke 18. 9-14&lt;/strong&gt;, Jesus tells a parable of a Pharisee and a tax collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He also told this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous, and treated others with contempt: "Two men went up into the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee, standing by himself, prayed thus: 'God, I thank you that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector.  I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I get.' But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, a sinner!' I tell you, this man went down to his house justified, rather than the other. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a Pharisee, a man thought by all righteous.  And there to the side, a tax collector and one known for his sins.  Yet in this picture Jesus highlights the humility of the tax collector.  When I try to imagine the scene, I can't help but be shaken.  The tax collector couldn't even lift his eyes to heaven while at that same moment a Pharisee is thanking God that he is not like that tax collector.  We look at that picture and instantly side ourselves with the tax collector, but I know at times I've seen the Pharisee in me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be known for works but lack grace.  I want to be known as someone who coupled the grace given freely to me with works of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you see in you?  Answer honestly.  Is it the humbled sinner saved by grace?  Or the self-exalted deemd right by works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week, examine the motives behind what you do.  I know as a result of these verses, I want to carefully examine why I do what I do.  And I want to live my life according to His promises and not by a to-do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3653020122467753398?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3653020122467753398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3653020122467753398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3653020122467753398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3653020122467753398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/02/romans-4-part-4.html' title='Romans 4, Part 4'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3225740192998003471</id><published>2010-02-15T17:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:58:12.329-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>God's Word &amp; a little country church</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the privilege to speak at a small church outside of Branson, MO., Sycamore Log Church.  I was suppose to speak two weeks ago but due to weather, it was postponed until Valentine's Day.  And what better way to celebrate Valentine's Day than doing exactly what your most passionate about for the One you are most in love with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I made my way to Starbucks to pick up some much needed caffeine for myself and my best friend Angela, who joined me on the trip.  As I drove down 65 I passed my home church, &lt;a href="http://jamesriver.org"&gt;James River Assembly&lt;/a&gt;, which was currently in service.  As I drove by home, tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the effect the people in that building had on my life.  I couldn't help but think that if it had not been for their love and encouragement poured into my life, there was a chance I would not be making this drive to Branson.  Any work God would do through me that morning, they had a part in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon stopped at Starbucks, and then met Ang in Ozark to drive down to Branson together.  I had never been to the church before and didn't know anyone but one fella.  You can imagine the awe A and I had when we drove down a country road and saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S3nct_n4m9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/77_bkP4qoWk/s1600-h/HI_SycamoreLogChurch_Bowen_092705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S3nct_n4m9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/77_bkP4qoWk/s320/HI_SycamoreLogChurch_Bowen_092705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438620707757530066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now is that not the most picturesque church you have ever seen?  No, really.  And you haven't even seen the inside.  You cannot imagine how perfect this place is for a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more beautiful than the building were the hearts of the people.  Everyone was so incredibly nice to Ang and me...we felt welcomed immediately.  We also took a quick liking to the pastor and her husband, Erma &amp;amp; Hansel.  They are both in their 80's.  Yes, this 86 year old woman is till pastoring (and speaking every Sunday) at this little country church.  And yes, they are every bit as wonderful as you could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erma began preaching when she was 16 years old, back in the 40's.  That means this precious woman has been preaching for 70 years!  I was blown away by her, this woman who paved the road for other women like me.  Oh, and Hansel.  Never have you met someone like him.  Let's just say I left a big fan of him.  The story of this incredible couple is an unclear story, at least if you were to ask it from Erma's perspective.  Because Erma has Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got there Erma told me a story of seeing an angel.  After she walked away to tune her old guitar, Hansel leaned over and with sorrow in his eyes, told me that was a dream she thought was true.  For the rest of that morning, you could see the effects of Alzheimer's as she repeated stories and thoughts.  On Sundays she tells these stories and one's from the Bible, and now more than ever her flock loves her.  Multiple told me they wish I could have heard here back when she still had her wits about her...this was one woman who could bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with prolonged worship...singing hymns (often only one verse, then randomly jumping to another)...people pulling out their guitars...Hansel singing and worshiping God in a way that moved you to a place so sweet and not often visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon these beautiful people allowed me to share with them from the Word of God.  I don't take it lightly that people would let me step into the pulpit and allow me to share from the Word of God.  Neither do I take it lightly that God would use me in such a way.  It's a huge responsibility to speak into others lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give God all the credit.  I truly could not (and would not) have stepped into that pulpit without Him.  It was HIS words spoken and any work that was done in the hearts of those there were accomplished by Him.  I was a tool in the Master's hands for a purpose I am not fully aware of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great morning for both Angela and me.  And since they asked me back (for some odd reason, ha), we will be returning!  Except next time we are bringing Angela's husband Easton along to lead worship (he is in Africa with Convoy of Hope right now and doesn't know this yet, but he will find out)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to spend more time with such amazing people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3225740192998003471?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3225740192998003471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3225740192998003471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3225740192998003471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3225740192998003471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/02/gods-word-little-country-church.html' title='God&apos;s Word &amp; a little country church'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S3nct_n4m9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/77_bkP4qoWk/s72-c/HI_SycamoreLogChurch_Bowen_092705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-6934536767307343495</id><published>2010-02-11T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:29:23.382-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><title type='text'>Romans 4, Part 3</title><content type='html'>Today we continue our look at Romans 4, breaking down &lt;strong&gt;V. 8-13&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V. 8-11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you think for a minute that this blessing is only pronounced over those of us who keep our religious ways and are circumcised? Or do you think it possible that the blessing could be given to those who never even heard of our ways, who were never brought up in the disciplines of God? We all agree, don't we, that it was by embracing what God did for him that Abraham was declared fit before God?&lt;br /&gt;Now think: Was that declaration made before or after he was marked by the covenant rite of circumcision? That's right, before he was marked. That means that he underwent circumcision as evidence and confirmation of what God had done long before to bring him into this acceptable standing with himself, an act of God he had embraced with his whole life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we enter that part about works, or in Abraham's case, circumcision.  Was Abraham deemed righteous because of his obedient act of circumcision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V. 9&lt;/strong&gt; says that Abraham was declared fit before God because he embraced what God had done for him.  Now was this declaration made before or after he was circumcised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE.  Abraham wasn't circumcised till at least 14 years after the promise God had given to him, and 24 years after his relationship with God began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham's circumcision was evidence of his faith and came after believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;V. 12-13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And it means further that Abraham is father of all people who embrace what God does for them while they are still on the "outs" with God, as yet unidentified as God's, in an "uncircumcised" condition. It is precisely these people in this condition who are called "set right by God and with God"! Abraham is also, of course, father of those who have undergone the religious rite of circumcision not just because of the ritual but because they were willing to live in the risky faith-embrace of God's action for them, the way Abraham lived long before he was marked by circumcision.&lt;br /&gt;That famous promise God gave Abraham—that he and his children would possess the earth—was not given because of something Abraham did or would do. It was based on God's decision to put everything together for him, which Abraham then entered when he believed." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;v. 13&lt;/strong&gt;, Paul says that the promise given to Abraham was not given because of something Abraham did or would do.  It was given based off of God's grace...His decision to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promises God has given us: that He will supply all our needs, unconditional love, life abundantly (just to name a few) aren't promises we can earn.  They are promises God makes to us out of His grace.  We simply enter into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "promise" that is used in this verse comes from the Greek word "&lt;em&gt;epangelia&lt;/em&gt;."  It represents that God's promise was &lt;strong&gt;not based on merit, but grace alone&lt;/strong&gt;.  (I think it's incredible how one word can sum up an entire passage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are your works evidence of your faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works are my no means null.  In fact, &lt;strong&gt;James 2.14-16&lt;/strong&gt; says, &lt;em&gt;"What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; but does not have works? Can that faith save him? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; and one of you says to them, "Go in peace, be warmed and filled," without giving them the things needed for the body, what good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works should be an overflow of our faith in God.  Does an act or deed come out of a task, to mark it off, or as a natural part of your relationship with God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you believe in God's promises for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for me, it's easy to believe that God's promises are true and eternal, but at times I have struggled to except them personally.  I think it can be easy to believe God's promises for others, but fail at believing them for ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fail to believe God's promise for YOU is to fail in trusting God completely.  We must embrace God's promises.  Embrace, not earn.  We could never earn God's promises...there is nothing we have done or ever will do that will secure God's promises for us.  Wow.  Praise God it's out of grace He has chosen to put it all together for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will begin to examine the heart behind what you do.  I'm really excited about the verses we will be looking at next time, so check back in a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-6934536767307343495?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/6934536767307343495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=6934536767307343495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6934536767307343495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6934536767307343495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/02/romans-4-part-3.html' title='Romans 4, Part 3'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5388711112596671458</id><published>2010-02-08T17:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:38:24.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>JRW Rally "HOPE" Video Blog</title><content type='html'>This past Friday was the Jamesriverwomen's Rally "HOPE."  Throughout the day I filmed behind-the-scene looks of the event for the women's ministry Facebook page.  Below is footage of the video blog that will give you an idea of what goes on the day of an event.  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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-4724440881843525675</id><published>2010-02-02T19:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:24:14.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><title type='text'>Romans 4, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For this part of the study, we will be looking at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;V. 4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're a hard worker and do a good job, you deserve your pay; we don't call your wages a gift. But if you see that the job is too big for you, that it's something only God can do, and you trust him to do it—you could never do it for yourself no matter how hard and long you worked—well, that trusting-him-to-do-it is what gets you set right with God, by God. Sheer gift.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David confirms this way of looking at it, saying that the one who trusts God to do the putting-everything-right without insisting on having a say in it is one fortunate man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Fortunate those whose crimes are carted off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      whose sins are wiped clean from the slate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Fortunate the person against &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      whom the Lord does not keep score."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up my dad taught us to work hard.  I had my first job at twelve years old!  I believe in the value of hard work, and I would assume many of you do as well.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V. 4&lt;/span&gt; is by no means saying that hard work is a bad thing.  But the idea behind this verse is that of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust in works to set you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem enters when we do just that.  We must realize that no matter how hard or how long we work, there is a point when work is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul says there are three things that set us right with God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing that the job is too big for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understanding that only God can do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trusting God to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This is what sets you right with God.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By God&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheer Gift&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift we cannot earn, but a gift we receive out of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you find yourself getting caught up in the ability of your own hands rather than trusting God to do what He says He will do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V. 6&lt;/span&gt;, Paul points to another well-known man of the Old Testament.  He looks to David to support this claim of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was indeed a man after God's heart, but he also is one known for his mistakes.  Yet even so, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 32&lt;/span&gt; (where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v. 7&lt;/span&gt; is originally found), David is found not guilty before heaven.    Paul looks to a man who botched it up (as we all have) and points out his acceptance into heaven.  He is pointing to this place of faith which leads to righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was found righteous apart from his works because he acknowledged his guilt and cast himself in faith upon the mercy of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days we will look more at works as we continue in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v. 8&lt;/span&gt;.  I would encourage you to take time for a careful examination of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you find yourself getting caught up in the ability of your own hands rather than trusting God to do what He says He will do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V. 4&lt;/span&gt; says even if you do a good job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even IF, it's not enough.  It's not a wage, but a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-4724440881843525675?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/4724440881843525675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=4724440881843525675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4724440881843525675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4724440881843525675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/02/romans-4-part-2.html' title='Romans 4, Part 2'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1575674538690464023</id><published>2010-01-29T12:54:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:34:04.219-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><title type='text'>Romans 4, Part 1</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; encourage you to grab a Bible to partner with this study.  It's not everything you could ever know about Romans 4, but it's my thorough study of the passage.  Of course, I think it would be the most beneficial for you to take your own time&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to sit &lt;/span&gt;down and study the chapter for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the study is a bit long, I will break it down into a few days for you.  Here is part 1 of a study on Romans 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of Romans was written by a man named Paul.  Born and raised in Hebrew tradition, he was a persecutor of Christians.  After a run in with God on the road to Damascus, Paul turned his life over to God.  The first missionary, he traveled much of Greece and the east ministering to the Gentiles.  This is a letter he wrote to Christians in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Romans 4, Paul brings up the story of a man named Abraham.  Abraham was the founding patriarch of the Israelites and a man well known in the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the righteous men and women in the OT, it would be hard to surpass that of Abraham.  In fact, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 41.8&lt;/span&gt;, God calls Abraham "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question being posed in Romans 4 is one in regards to faith vs. works.  Was Abraham called righteous because of his faith or because of his works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V. 1-3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So how do we fit what we know of Abraham, our first father in the faith, into this new way of looking at things? If Abraham, by what he did for God, got God to approve him, he could certainly have taken credit for it. But the story we're given is a God-story, not an Abraham-story. What we read in Scripture is, "Abraham entered into what God was doing for him, and that was the turning point. He trusted God to set him right instead of trying to be right on his own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V. 2&lt;/span&gt; makes an excellent beginning statement in favor of faith.  Paul says that Abraham could certainly have taken credit for God's approval of him, IF he had been justified by works.  But Abraham did not take credit for anything at all.  The account of Abraham's life is not an Abraham-story, but a God-story.  Therefore a story only God could take credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Who is taking credit for your story?  When all is said and done, will your life be a God-story or a self-story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v. 3&lt;/span&gt;, this is a reference from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 15&lt;/span&gt;.  In the chapter God makes a covenant with Abraham; His famous promise.  It's a beautiful picture.  God takes Abraham outside and points to the heavens.  He proceeds to tell Abraham that his descendants would be as numerous as the stars in the sky.  This to a man who was well in age and without any children.  Can you imagine looking at the billions of stars in the sky and hearing God tell you there would be descendants from you that number as many?  Abraham believed God at this and it was counted to him as righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, before there was time, before God created man, He had a plan for Abraham.  A plan that was already in motion at the time of Genesis 15.  What became a turning point for Abraham was the moment he entered into what God was already doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as God had a plan for Abraham mapped out, He has a plan mapped out for each and every one of us as well.  God is not a respecter of persons, but delights in the plans He has for all of us.  That plan for us is already in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of each day, are you committing yourself to God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a turning point, we must enter into what God is already doing.  Some of you may know the plan right now and some of you may be asking how you can enter into a plan at work if you don't know where the plan is.  I know there are times in life where you hit a wall.  You come to a standstill and you are wondering where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the Word of God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Recently I have heard some sound direction on more than one occasion from my Pastor.  "Do all of the revealed will of God for your life and God will lead you in discovering the unrevealed will of God for your life."  (&lt;a href="http://johnlindell.net/"&gt;John Lindell&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          What would be the revealed will of God?  That you be:&lt;br /&gt;Saved&lt;br /&gt;Filled with the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Sanctified (Holy)&lt;br /&gt;Submissive to Authority&lt;br /&gt;Giving Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You do what you know to be His will, then He will reveal to you more.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     2.  Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In any relationship you have, you must communicate with the other person in order to know what's going on.  It's the same with our relationship with God.  We must be in communication with him DAILY in order to know what He is doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     3.  Fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some things only come by fasting and praying.  Sometimes it requires from us to set aside a need in order that we may seek God for direction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When you commit to seek God, there is no way you can miss what He is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Are you adding God into what you are doing, or entering into what He is doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, invite God to be a part of your life, but the wrong approach is if we go about our day, tagging God onto certain parts.  That is a life of convenience, not a life of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham simply took God at His word and acted accordingly.  He understood that he must rely completely on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above I have posed some questions throughout the study in order that you might think about the passage a bit more.  Again, I hope you would read the passage for yourself and allow God to minister to you.  Here are the questions again...please take a few moments to think about your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who is taking credit for your story?  When all is said and done, will your life be a God-story or a self-story?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In what way(s) can you give glory to God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the beginning of each day, are you committing yourself to God?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are you adding God into what you are doing, or entering into what He is doing?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In what area(s) are you struggling to surrender to God?  Perhaps take a moment to say or write out a prayer repenting from your lack of submission and asking the Holy Spirit to change your heart from the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside out. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I would encourage you to check back in the next few days for part 2...it only gets better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-1575674538690464023?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/1575674538690464023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=1575674538690464023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1575674538690464023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1575674538690464023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/01/romans-4-part-1.html' title='Romans 4, Part 1'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-200306317687295206</id><published>2010-01-16T16:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:05:39.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>it's so good to learn</title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday here in the Ozarks.  It's not terribly cold outside; in fact, it has been nice.  I didn't even where my coat today!  (I hope that statement doesn't bring the cold weather!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school this past week.  It has been very exciting and all.  I haven't been to college in five years, and I'm almost 25 years old.  In fact, I have only one year of college under my belt.  I went for a year, then entered into the workforce full time at a place I loved, then traveled the country, and am just now really settling in it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to Missouri, one of my priorities was to go back to school.  I am studying to be a minister, but I also decided to get my BA in Professional Writing.  I am extremely excited about this.  So this week I started classes again.  I have about three years to go for my writing degree, two and a half for my ministerial credits, followed my a few years of seminary.  Plus, Savannah said just today that she could see me getting my Ph.D...and I may give this serious consideration in a few years.  It's a good thing I like to learn.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't use to like school.  Sure, I use to read the encyclopedia every night before bed and I have always liked to learn, I was just never very good at appyling myself in subjects I had no interest in.  But now I have this incredible thirst to learn and I look forward to my classes...all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between attending school full time, work and being at the church, my Sundays through Fridays are very full.  That leaves Saturdays.  Saturdays have now officially been made study/writing days.  And I very much look forward to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first official Saturday for such events.  I just finished a research paper for my Anthropology class.  I had to write a paper about Biblical Archaeology and an expert in the field, which I chose Professor Israel Finkelstein.  Bible + History = Good Time!  I am a history geek, and I would spend all my time studying the Old Testament if I could.  So this paper was right up my ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished it, and now I sit down to work on my sermon.  I am speaking at a small church outside of Branson in two weeks and I am very excited.  I really believe the Lord has laid Romans 4 on my heart for the teaching, so for the past month I have been pouring much time into this chapter written by Paul, and much time with my nose in the books.  Few things get my blood pumping and heart racing than sitting down with my Bible, some commentaries, a pen and some paper.  When I am in those kind of moments, I feel like I am doing exactly what I was made to do...and it feels great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my research paper is finished, I am working on the sermon on Romans 4.  I know I promised ya'll that I would post my study on it soon, but there is so much to gather and I have wanted to wait until I had done a thorough job.  By the end of the week I should be ready to post the study/devotional for you to read.  How I pray it will be a blessing and encouragement to your life; I know it has been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, with my White Chocolate Mocha, Skinny No Whip in hand, I return to my studies.  I am so Excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-200306317687295206?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/200306317687295206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=200306317687295206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/200306317687295206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/200306317687295206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-so-good-to-learn.html' title='it&apos;s so good to learn'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8334725326087161499</id><published>2010-01-07T10:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:27:13.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><title type='text'>'A Life Unleashed' Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I finished the book "A Life Unleashed" by &lt;a href="http://www.equipandempower.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=107&amp;amp;Itemid=224"&gt;Chris Caine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0YX639XF-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/wfKywUGDEwA/s1600-h/51g9hxJ2f4L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0YX639XF-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/wfKywUGDEwA/s320/51g9hxJ2f4L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424049101435508706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off: it's Amazing!  But can you really expect anything less from Chris?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tag line on the front of the book is, "Giving birth to your dreams."  I was already in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an incredible book that reveals how to do just that, and what it requires from you.  Chris uses her experience of being pregnant with her first child and relates it to giving birth to your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody going through a time where your in a process that has yet to see your dreams revealed, this book will encourage you and point you down the right path.  I know for me, it has been a huge source of guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mentor once told me that many people are constantly looking to the top of the mountain (your dreams, where you want to get), but fail to pay attention to the path, the journey along the way.  It's vital to not miss the journey.  I know I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few thoughts that really stood out to me in the book (which narrowing down was very difficult), but I don't want to give away the book, because YOU NEED TO READ IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whatever you may think about yourself, and whatever your life has looked like up to this point, know this--God created you for so much more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If we allow the challenges and obstacles to overwhelm us, we can lose hope and abort the very dreams God has placed in us...the abortion of spiritual seed, it is the ultimate tragedy because it robs life of its essence and denies the future the value contained within that life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't let your 'buts' prevent you from pursuing the purposes of God for your life.  God-dreams are impossible to achieve in your own strength (this ensures that God gets the glory).  If we're to see the supernatural doors of provision and opportunity open in our lives, we must first believe that our dreams, as impossible as they may seem, are possible.  In the words of Pastor Tommy Barnett, 'You only know a dream is from God if it freaks you out in it's impossibility.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Regardless of what you've been through (or are currently facing), endurance isn't an option.  It's fundamental to birthing your dream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In relation to dreams, giving birth prematurely can also have debilitating effects."&lt;/span&gt;  (KEY!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two chapters I practically highlighted completely, it is that incredible...full of wisdom.  I think though that instead of sharing anything from the end of the book, you just need to go pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prepare yourself for a great read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8334725326087161499?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8334725326087161499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8334725326087161499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8334725326087161499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8334725326087161499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-unleashed-review.html' title='&apos;A Life Unleashed&apos; Review'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0YX639XF-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/wfKywUGDEwA/s72-c/51g9hxJ2f4L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8433959369762077370</id><published>2009-12-31T13:02:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:44:11.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>2009 has come and is going...going...almost gone</title><content type='html'>2009 has been an interesting...difficult...life-changing...kick in the butt year.  There were ups, downs and lows.  What can you say for the hardest year of your life?  But with all it's tough lessons, I learned a lot and have much to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang in the new year in Jupiter, FL. with twelve wonderful young ladies.  I had just begun my job with Teen Challenge and found myself watching the fireworks in Jupiter from outside the centers doors...it was 60 degrees...60 degrees on NYE.  What?! Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0ERWXu-2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/jNmETEJoX0g/s1600-h/tc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0ERWXu-2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/jNmETEJoX0g/s320/tc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421494222533360482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(with some of my girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the end of January I traveled back to my hometown in Springfield, MO for one of my closest friends wedding.  Mandy and I have been great friends from the early days; back when it was B.C. (before Christ) for either of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0Bura9BQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Gr1BqC0DKeA/s1600-h/mandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0Bura9BQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Gr1BqC0DKeA/s320/mandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491427865330946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And how lovely of a surprise from the Lord it was that I came home to feets of snow.  Being in Florida for a month was already too long without cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BvTnkYfI/AAAAAAAAAik/Zm5mh0jt6FI/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BvTnkYfI/AAAAAAAAAik/Zm5mh0jt6FI/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491438655660530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the snow...blanketing my future house...truck and dog included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, the only way I could get from KC to Springfield because of the crazy snow storm was on a Greyhound bus...late at night...while I sat next to a guy who vomited on me...hours after being proposed to by my stalker.  Oh the stories I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning to Florida I knew I needed to return to MO.  But how?  When?  I began to earnestly pray and fast for the Lord to answer these questions of mine.  While I waited on Him, I made the most out of my time in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up the Word of God daily and poured much of my free time to studying and writing.  My first article was published in February.  I began my book (I need to put more time into that now).  I held weekly services for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March I travelled to the Keys with some Wyoming friends and went snorkeling in the ocean for the first time.  And while we stayed in a perfect house on our private beach, I found a hammock tied to two palm trees that may still have my body print on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BuS6YsdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yZQDvrYQxp0/s1600-h/hammock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BuS6YsdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yZQDvrYQxp0/s320/hammock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491421286281682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time I was there I was able to spend time with family I didn't know very well.  My grandma, aunts, and cousins.  Knowing now that going to Rhode Island and eventually Florida wasn't the right decision, I also know now that it wasn't a wasted time.  My grandmother has recently been diagnosed with lung cancer and we are not sure how long she has, but now I can look back at that time and be ever so grateful for those times sitting at Starbucks, or going to the beach, or lunches at the Marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BjdREjUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TyfLrDRErrs/s1600-h/florida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BjdREjUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TyfLrDRErrs/s320/florida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491235087224130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Florida Family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BizEvVaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/U-EkWZrD7GQ/s1600-h/bernie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BizEvVaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/U-EkWZrD7GQ/s320/bernie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491223761212834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Grandma Bernie and me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April the opportunity I had been waiting for opened...I moved back home to Missouri.  Beautiful, wonderful Missouri.  The five day road trip was incredible.  Many miles, almost as many friends, and awesome stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BvnShWQI/AAAAAAAAAis/HiCFlwFPpt4/s1600-h/trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BvnShWQI/AAAAAAAAAis/HiCFlwFPpt4/s320/trip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491443936090370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The summer was a blast as I began pouring all my free time into the women's ministry at church.  I Love America was the best yet as thousands of people poured in to celebrate America...and there were as many lives impacted in someway.  Plus, I got to drive around a golf cart all day...score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BiJVM-CI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8xVTLVDvPQ4/s1600-h/america.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BiJVM-CI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8xVTLVDvPQ4/s320/america.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491212555974690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Misty, Charity and me serving...driving around a golf cart is tough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of July I embarked on a ten day road trip to Wyoming and Montana with another WY friend, Stephanie.  My love for Wyoming only increased and I discovered that Montana isn't far behind.  So many things went wrong, or not exactly how I planned it (and I am a planner for all the adventure I have in my spirit), but no worries.  It was a perfect trip, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0By9vrd5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/nW_2eX1FHns/s1600-h/wy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0By9vrd5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/nW_2eX1FHns/s320/wy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491501503575954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0Bu6KF7ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/f7wcAB7f_us/s1600-h/mt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0Bu6KF7ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/f7wcAB7f_us/s320/mt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491431821143442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my summer my best friend found out her father had cancer...she got married...her father passed away two weeks later, knowing the Lord.  And somewhere in that we went through a tough time in our relationship.  But I praise God often that He has seen us through that tough time. I love you, A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car also broke down...for good.   Awesome.  That trouble alone could have served me enough for one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October brought the women's conference at James River Assembly, my home.  One of the best weekends of the year, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BjMRhjrI/AAAAAAAAAh8/RVT05wEqVLs/s1600-h/dfl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0BjMRhjrI/AAAAAAAAAh8/RVT05wEqVLs/s320/dfl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491230525722290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, my little (or not so little anymore) brother got out of the army after serving for four and a half years.  I missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0CbSHd8nI/AAAAAAAAAi8/KuGHApvWYPg/s1600-h/aussie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0CbSHd8nI/AAAAAAAAAi8/KuGHApvWYPg/s320/aussie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492194166829682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December I was blessed with a car and I moved to Springfield.  Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those gaps were a lot of situations and circumstances I won't talk about, but through it all God was right there.  I won't pretend to make it sound like I thought that all the time, but He was.  And that is why it is so important to be in the Word of God daily.  If I hadn't, I would have been a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful for all those friends, family, and mentors who were right there with me.  I couldn't have done it without ya'll either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what 2010 holds...only He does.  But I do know one thing...it is going to be better, better than I can even imagine.  The best is yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying Romans 4 and I can't help but think of verse 3 in that chapter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abraham entered into what God was doing for him, and that was the turning point. He trusted God to set him right instead of trying to be right on his own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will enter into 2010 by entering into what God is doing.  THAT will be a turning point for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I am excited to ring in the New Year with one of my closest friends and some pretty wonderful people at the Lindell house.  I will give thanks for what God did in and through my life in 2009.  I will also "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give thanks to the Lord, for His steadfast love endures &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 fits into forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8433959369762077370?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8433959369762077370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8433959369762077370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8433959369762077370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8433959369762077370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-has-come-and-is-goinggoingalmost.html' title='2009 has come and is going...going...almost gone'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sz0ERWXu-2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/jNmETEJoX0g/s72-c/tc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-8251920069747420313</id><published>2009-12-27T12:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:20:46.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>The Loft</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday, December 27th, or the day Pastor Curt called "the oreo day," (the cream in between Christmas and New Years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I sit by myself up in The Loft during the 3rd service here at &lt;a href="http://www.jamesriver.org"&gt;James River Assembly&lt;/a&gt;.  Normally I am surrounded by wonderful, godly people with whom I strike up great conversations...but vacation has called many names today.  Not mine though...(who needs it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear Pastor Curt in the sanctuary passionately communicating the Word of God to our family.  A New Year is upon us...how will we approach it?  Of course, in a brilliant kind of way, he pulls from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numbers 9&lt;/span&gt; to encourage us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encourage us to spend time in the presence of God (tabernacle).  Encourage us to follow His direction (cloud).  Encourage us to be obedient (follow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabernacle.&lt;br /&gt;Cloud.&lt;br /&gt;Follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must spend time in the presence of God, that we may know His direction and be obedient in following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Year.  What could possibly happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything.  Everything.  The possibilities are endless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all things are possible with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here in this empty loft, enticed by the aroma of coffee and homemade bread (I probably should save some for our beautiful visitors), I think back over the last year.  What 2009 held for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, God has done great things!  2009 has indeed been the hardest year of my life...but it's through challenge that we see growth in us...love from God...and kindness from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may save the 2009 recap for another day, but I will declare now that God is faithful.  And I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am overwhelmed with blessing, for there is no place I feel more blessed than in the House of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here, oh how I love the people here.  The leadership here and my mentors are critical in my life.  This House, this Home is my favorite place on the earth.  Ahh...Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing reminds me of these blessings more than serving in The Loft with some of the most wonderful people on the earth.  Meeting people every week who are unchurched...or been out of the church for years...or those looking for a new Home...or those passing through on vacation...or ministry leaders from around the world interested in what God is doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people continually remind me of why I am here...to serve, to love, to welcome Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these people...those looking for a Home.  I once was one, a person looking for a Home.  And I found it.  I found it here in God's House.  A place of love, hospitality, truth, acceptance, kindness, encouragement.  A place that pushes me to develop into the woman of God He has put in me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Loft has opened up to me a quiet and reflective time.  But as the altar call comes to a close, in a few minutes this Loft will welcome many faces, familiar and unfamiliar.  And in a few minutes I get to do exactly what God has placed me on this earth to do...love people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-8251920069747420313?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/8251920069747420313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=8251920069747420313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8251920069747420313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/8251920069747420313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/12/loft.html' title='The Loft'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-4635309330015369971</id><published>2009-12-15T08:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:29:15.666-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>The Blue Beast</title><content type='html'>Are you ready for the story of my life? Cars. Unfortunately I have been through six cars (in eight years); fortunately God has been gracious to me and always provided for my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past two years I have owned this gorgeous piece of metal, a 2000 VW Passat. Well not this car exactly...mine looked like this but midnight blue. Her name was Lola and she was the first car that I ever completely owned. (Please don't take me for anything but a chick who has this thing about cars...hello, driving is one of my favorite things to do!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415475101475575026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Syeh6ZFslPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SjvnKaN37Nk/s320/DSCF0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lola has brought much grief to me. Foreign cars = expensive parts and labor. Not long ago my car broke down (again) and would come to require a lot of money to fix. Seeking the best advice I could get, I spoke to mechanics, a financial advisor, and mentors to figure out what I should do. After much deliberation, we decided it would be best to sell the car. Why? Because it was going to cost more to fix it than it was worth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only problem was that I am still paying on the lease...I have a year left in payments. So what should I do? The money I would get from selling it would go towards paying off the car. Hmm?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God has been so good to me. I have been blessed to be surrounded by many wonderful mentors and leaders who have helped me along the way. I would especially like to give thanks to the Lindells, the Wicks, Misty, Mark and Fred for their deeply grounded advice and genuine concern. I honestly couldn't have seen my way through this without their input.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here comes the testimony! The day we decided I should sell the car, I was confronted with a problem. Where would I get a car? I have no money. Of course it was nothing God couldn't handle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That same day a wonderful mentor of mine pulled me aside to talk for a moment...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was being blessed with a car!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, God is truly a good and faithful God. It's a shame we ever doubt it. Doubt that He would remember us in our need. I can't help but think of Romans 4.8, "&lt;em&gt;When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn't do but on what God said &lt;strong&gt;he would&lt;/strong&gt; do." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to fully share this moment with ya'll as much as I can, so here's The Blue Beast (drum roll, please).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415479340632924978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SyelxJLkYzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/1mE7QjXes90/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at this beautiful thing! Perfect for a large capacity of people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How many people can you fit in a Mercury?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415479346563886098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SyelxfRnrBI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TDORCG8Wt2c/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These blue velvet seats are ideal for long trips on the road (which, if you know anything about me, you know I am the queen of road trips).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415479347887374978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SyelxkNKgoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2GsDMnQpoHE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cassette player is perfect for those old tapes I have been saving. Whitney Houston, anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415479354868268674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Syelx-NifoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/JgReVr768nA/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I still stare in disbelief at the gigantic hood?! Next thing you know, I'll be able to maneuver a tractor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope you enjoyed this edition of Testimony! There are not enough thank yous in the universe that I could offer up to God. But I sure will try! And know that whatever the situation may be, however impossible it may seem to you, remember that nothing is impossible for God. Be like Abraham, who saw a seemingly impossible situation and believed anyway. Who didn't see what he couldn't do, but saw what God said He would do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. Props go out to my friends and family for the much appreciated rides during this time. I couldn't have done it without you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I also can't help but think of being a part of the body of Christ. The people I mentioned above, my mentors, are all relationships I have built in my church. If a testimony like this doesn't encourage you to love you some church family, I don't know what would? It is vital to your spiritual health that you get connected in your local church and build positive and healthy relationships that will sharpen you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-4635309330015369971?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/4635309330015369971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=4635309330015369971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4635309330015369971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4635309330015369971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/12/blue-beast.html' title='The Blue Beast'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Syeh6ZFslPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SjvnKaN37Nk/s72-c/DSCF0135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-4993361789490188048</id><published>2009-12-12T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:25:32.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional'/><title type='text'>Trusting God, Romans 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday &lt;/span&gt;I read Romans 4 during my devotional time and it was (is) incredible!  There is so much meat in this short passage; I feel it may be a while until I process the chapter.  But because it is so incredible I wanted to share it with ya'll.  I won't denote my own thoughts and understanding of this chapter...not yet anyway.  Instead I would encourage you to take some time to study it as well.  In the days to come, I will post pieces at a time my study on it...perhaps a little devotional for us all.  Here is Romans 4, in the Message translation (although I will also be using the ESV). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trusting God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12007"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So how do we fit what we know of Abraham, our first father in the faith, into this new way of looking at things? If Abraham, by what he did for God, got God to approve him, he could certainly have taken credit for it. But the story we're given is a God-story, not an Abraham-story. What we read in Scripture is, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abraham entered into what God was doing for him, and that was the turning point. He trusted God to set him right instead of trying to be right on his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're a hard worker and do a good job, you deserve your pay; we don't call your wages a gift. But if you see that the job is too big for you, that it's something only God can do, and you trust him to do it—you could never do it for yourself no matter how hard and long you worked—well, that trusting-him-to-do-it is what gets you set right with God, by God. Sheer gift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David confirms this way of looking at it, saying that the one who trusts God to do the putting-everything-right without insisting on having a say in it is one fortunate man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Fortunate those whose crimes are carted off,&lt;br /&gt;      whose sins are wiped clean from the slate.&lt;br /&gt;   Fortunate the person against&lt;br /&gt;      whom the Lord does not keep score.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think for a minute that this blessing is only pronounced over those of us who keep our religious ways and are circumcised? Or do you think it possible that the blessing could be given to those who never even heard of our ways, who were never brought up in the disciplines of God? We all agree, don't we, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that it was by embracing what God did for him that Abraham was declared fit before God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now think: Was that declaration made before or after he was marked by the covenant rite of circumcision? That's right, before he was marked. That means that he underwent circumcision as evidence and confirmation of what God had done long before to bring him into this acceptable standing with himself, an act of God he had embraced with his whole life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it means further that Abraham is father of all people who embrace what God does for them while they are still on the "outs" with God, as yet unidentified as God's, in an "uncircumcised" condition. It is precisely these people in this condition who are called "set right by God and with God"! Abraham is also, of course, father of those who have undergone the religious rite of circumcision not just because of the ritual but because they were willing to live in the risky faith-embrace of God's action for them, the way Abraham lived long before he was marked by circumcision. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That famous promise God gave Abraham—that he and his children would possess the earth—was not given because of something Abraham did or would do. It was based on God's decision to put everything together for him, which Abraham then entered when he believed. If those who get what God gives them only get it by doing everything they are told to do and filling out all the right forms properly signed, that eliminates personal trust completely and turns the promise into an ironclad contract!&lt;/span&gt; That's not a holy promise; that's a business deal. A contract drawn up by a hard-nosed lawyer and with plenty of fine print only makes sure that you will never be able to collect. But if there is no contract in the first place, simply a promise—and God's promise at that—you can't break it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is why the fulfillment of God's promise depends entirely on trusting God and his way, and then simply embracing him and what he does. God's promise arrives as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pure gift&lt;/span&gt;. That's the only way everyone can be sure to get in on it, those who keep the religious traditions and those who have never heard of them.&lt;/span&gt; For Abraham is father of us all. He is not our racial father—that's reading the story backward. He is our faith father. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We call Abraham "father" not because he got God's attention by living like a saint, but because God made something out of Abraham when he was a nobody. Isn't that what we've always read in Scripture, God saying to Abraham, "I set you up as father of many peoples"? Abraham was first named "father" and then became a father because he dared to trust God to do what only God could do: raise the dead to life, with a word make something out of nothing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn't do but on what God said he would do&lt;/span&gt;. And so he was made father of a multitude of peoples. God himself said to him, "You're going to have a big family, Abraham!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abraham didn't focus on his own impotence and say, "It's hopeless. This hundred-year-old body could never father a child." Nor did he survey Sarah's decades of infertility and give up. He didn't tiptoe around God's promise asking cautiously skeptical questions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He plunged into the promise and came up strong, ready for God, sure that God would make good on what he had said. That's why it is said, "Abraham was declared fit before God by trusting God to set him right." But it's not just Abraham; it's also us! The same thing gets said about us when we embrace and believe the One who brought Jesus to life when the conditions were equally hopeless. The sacrificed Jesus made us fit for God, set us right with God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-4993361789490188048?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/4993361789490188048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=4993361789490188048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4993361789490188048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4993361789490188048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/12/trusting-god-romans-4.html' title='Trusting God, Romans 4'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-5482788163100301891</id><published>2009-12-11T11:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:59:31.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Banana Bread</title><content type='html'>Baking is one of my favorite things to do. Maybe it's the adding, stirring, mixing it all up that makes me feel creative. And domestic. I really enjoy baking breads and cakes and other deliciousness and sharing it with others. I especially enjoy baking my famous Chocolate Chip Banana Bread and blessing the staff at JRA with it (because they are only the most amazing people in the world and put up with me so much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SyKBsAYdDxI/AAAAAAAAAg0/f_ofhuNODeQ/s1600-h/banana-bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414032295069552402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SyKBsAYdDxI/AAAAAAAAAg0/f_ofhuNODeQ/s320/banana-bread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this isn't the most exclusive or fancy recipe in the world. But, I happen to make the best there is (note: please read that and hear the slight hint of humor in my voice so as to not sound arrogant, haha) and people often ask me for the recipe, so I have decided to share it with ya'll. It's really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-heat oven to 325 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat together until blended the following items:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter (room temp)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 t. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 cup mashed ripe bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir in the following items:&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1 t. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 t. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour batter into 2 greased loaf pans&lt;br /&gt;Bake 40-50 minutes (you will want to keep an eye on it, as ovens vary)&lt;br /&gt;Cool in pan 15 minutes before removal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: My personal preference is to bake the bread at night and when it is finished baking, cover the bread with a towel. In the morning it will be perfectly moist and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this recipe addition on my blog...I will try and do it every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope you enjoy the bread. Friends and family will eat it up and you are sure to be the most favorite person on the block! In fact, I would encourage you to bake some and share it with a neighbor, or your doctors office, or whomever you wish to bless with said deliciousness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-5482788163100301891?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/5482788163100301891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=5482788163100301891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5482788163100301891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/5482788163100301891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/12/chocolate-chip-banana-bread.html' title='Chocolate Chip Banana Bread'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SyKBsAYdDxI/AAAAAAAAAg0/f_ofhuNODeQ/s72-c/banana-bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1108086291555367093</id><published>2009-12-06T16:43:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:43:27.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A Silver Dollar City Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yesterday two good friends of mine came to visit, Chanly and Carrie Beth.  You have heard me speak of &lt;a href="http://www.carriebethjames.wordpress.com/"&gt;Carrie Beth&lt;/a&gt;; in fact, I mentioned her in my last blog update.  I met both of these lovely ladies five years ago in a discipleship program at my church, &lt;a href="http://www.jamesriver.org/"&gt;James River Assembly&lt;/a&gt;.  We spent nine months together (along with thirty other young people) growing in our relationship with the Lord.  I am very thankful for those nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last five years, we have all stayed in touch.  Carrie Beth lives in Conway, AR. and Chanly lives in Fayetteville, AR...both about three hours away.  We don't get to see each other as often as we should, or would like.  So a few months ago we planned a Silver Dollar City day in Branson, MO. (about a thirty minute drive from where I live).  I anticipated this day for weeks and woke up yesterday morning full of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began our day at SDC around 4:30, as the best time to go is in the evening.  You don't really go to SDC in the winter for the rides.  It's just too dang cold.  In fact, yesterday they had the rides closed because it was under 40 degrees.  You go to SDC in the winter for the lights!  And the lights alone...well and maybe the hot cocoa...and wassail...and kettle corn...and parade.  But this is all best served well when darkness has settled upon the Ozarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop when we got there was of course to eat.  Hello, chili served up by men and women dressed in frontier attire sounds entirely too good to pass up.  And who doesn't like to eat?  Carrie Beth and I saw no point in walking around hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we made the logical decision to get hot cocoa...very logical indeed.  Need I remind ya'll that it was under 40 degrees; in fact, I would suggest it was significantly lower than that...my nose and toes were barely hanging on all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw3zFQmSjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OYPQM5D7_DY/s1600-h/EDITPicture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw3zFQmSjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OYPQM5D7_DY/s320/EDITPicture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412262202917145138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was filled with laughter, long talks about the newly discovered &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; website,  catching up, and Christmas cheer.  It is full-on Christmas overload at SDC during the holidays.  There were Christmas trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw4c1yHozI/AAAAAAAAAe8/76Blh9ta5qQ/s1600-h/EDITPicture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw4c1yHozI/AAAAAAAAAe8/76Blh9ta5qQ/s320/EDITPicture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412262920317281074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw4dE1HF1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/hZQihlbB_Io/s1600-h/EDITPicture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw4dE1HF1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/hZQihlbB_Io/s320/EDITPicture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412262924356360018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this is the very large Christmas tree that played music and had dancing lights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We found a very large rocking chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw5bo9wd0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/uNAmEhysy4U/s1600-h/EDITPicture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw5bo9wd0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/uNAmEhysy4U/s320/EDITPicture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412263999208191810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's sleigh abandoned...(I don't know how Santa expects to get to me the golden retriever puppy I asked for for Christmas this year?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw5cDOjvgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/mRYSJy_IAsc/s1600-h/EDITPicture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw5cDOjvgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/mRYSJy_IAsc/s320/EDITPicture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412264006257982978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even found a little church.  You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and found people sitting in the pews, perhaps meditating, I don't know?  I just know it was dead silent (in a very loud theme park, mind you) and when I talked I wondered if they might ex-communicate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw6ivuV18I/AAAAAAAAAfs/2xaS2LrZ0mA/s1600-h/EDITPicture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw6ivuV18I/AAAAAAAAAfs/2xaS2LrZ0mA/s320/EDITPicture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412265220793292738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I took the opportunity to prepare for my future ministry in preaching.  (Although I'm not sure if many stump pulpits will be included? Only in Branson!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw6iw5HyLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7PiIyqCW_-Y/s1600-h/EDITPicture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw6iw5HyLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7PiIyqCW_-Y/s320/EDITPicture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412265221106944178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took the time to make new friends with the snowpeople clan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw7tg6M9-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/TFOjYVd8rKA/s1600-h/EDITPicture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw7tg6M9-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/TFOjYVd8rKA/s320/EDITPicture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412266505306699746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since my SDC snowman boyfriend from two winters ago melted, I met a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw7i2EVTAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wFK4Vvh7GxI/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw7i2EVTAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wFK4Vvh7GxI/s320/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412266322007772162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The evening was a blast and a much needed break.  I am very thankful for these two friends God has given me...and for the many years ahead of us!  Enjoy your holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-1108086291555367093?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/1108086291555367093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=1108086291555367093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1108086291555367093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1108086291555367093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/12/silver-dollar-city-christmas.html' title='A Silver Dollar City Christmas'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/Sxw3zFQmSjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OYPQM5D7_DY/s72-c/EDITPicture+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-4801608836391825106</id><published>2009-12-04T09:24:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:19:17.320-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>A Must Addition To Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola folks! For the first time since I committed myself to this blog, I have gone more than two weeks without blogging! I know, craziness. I kept trying to post my first video blog and refused to blog about anything until the video blog went up. But I gave up on that. So I'm back with something fun for ya'll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy a good blog and am always looking for a new one to discover. And not just another everyday blog, but a great one. It's hard to keep my attention, so I may be a bit picky. Thanks to my wonderful friend &lt;a href="http://carriebethjames.wordpress.com/"&gt;Carrie Beth&lt;/a&gt;, an avid blogger and blog explorer extraordinaire, I am introduced to great new blogs occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SxlfXSDKSHI/AAAAAAAAAes/71dvEFsIhlw/s1600-h/CB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SxlfXSDKSHI/AAAAAAAAAes/71dvEFsIhlw/s320/CB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411461280849086578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I asked my Facebook world for recommendations for western movies. I have developed a slight obsession for them. Carrie Beth called me up and told me not about a movie, but about a blog. And a story within that blog. I was on that blog like white on rice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say I spent a good four hours discovering this blog yesterday; staying up past my bedtime. I could not close the story as I read it on my phone, the bright light piercing my eyes in the darkness of my room. It would have been futile for me to try going to sleep without finishing my exploration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wonderful blog that will most likely change your life is titled, &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;. It is a blog about the everyday life of Ree Drummond. She was a LA city chick who turned Oklahoma ranch wife &amp;amp; mother after she met and married her cowboy husband. It is now ten years later and she opens up to the world her world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411407609083545554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 367px; height: 247px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SxkujLJFR9I/AAAAAAAAAek/4PSaQ1qGv2A/s320/PW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In Ree's blog, she give wonderful recipes, great ideas for the home and garden, and blogs about her everyday life.  It is a great resource for those with an interest in the creative and comfortable home.  &lt;p&gt;Furthermore, she wrote for us the story of how she met her husband.  It is such a great story that I couldn't believe it was true!  The story of how a self-proclaimed city girl fell in love with a quiet cowboy from the Midwest.   You will find the story if you scroll down the main page to a section called Love Story, and click on that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note to girls: it's pretty amazing.  Note to guys: this is what every woman looks for in a man and how she desires to be treated.  Confident...leader...gentleman...respecter...no games.  The chivalry that we know exists out there.  But that's just me putting that out there as a disclaimer, because I'm not one to tell others I how think their dating world is suppose to be played.  Or not played, really.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope ya'll check out her blog, and enjoy it!  I will be going to The Pioneer Woman for resource for hopefully years to come.  A girl can never have too many recipe or home ideas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Another wonderful blog I follow would be my friend &lt;a href="http://www.steppatatime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara Stepp&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.  In fact, she highlighted The Pioneer Woman in her blog just ten days ago!  You must also check out her blog for great ideas and insight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-4801608836391825106?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/4801608836391825106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=4801608836391825106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4801608836391825106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4801608836391825106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/12/must-addition-to-your-life.html' title='A Must Addition To Your Life'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SxlfXSDKSHI/AAAAAAAAAes/71dvEFsIhlw/s72-c/CB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-3364349394205021119</id><published>2009-11-02T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:10:40.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><title type='text'>Marks of the True Christian</title><content type='html'>A few mornings ago I woke to a text message from a mentor of mine.  She was reading Romans 12.9-21 and recommended I read it as well...which I did.  In here Paul highlights the marks of a true Christian.  I believe it would be a value for all Christians to study these verses.  I am studying it in both the ESV and the Message translations, but below I am using the Message to highlight this passage.  I have also broken it up into each characteristic of a Christian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love from the center of who you are; don't fake it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good friends who love deeply; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice playing second fiddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit in hard times; pray all the harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help needy Christians; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be inventive in hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your enemies; no cursing under your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh with your happy friends when they're happy; share tears when they're down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with each other; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be stuck-up.  Make friends with nobodies; don't be the great somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hit back; discover beauty in everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got it in you, get along with everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't insist on getting even; that's not for you to do.  "I'll do the judging," says God.  "I'll take care of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Scriptures tell us that if you see your enemy hungry, go buy that person lunch, or if he's thirsty, get him a drink.  Your generosity will surprise him with goodness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let evil get the best of you; you get the best of evil by doing good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an incredible and challenging passage for all of us.  I am going to commit to memorize these marks, and I hope you will join me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave you with maybe (it's a difficult decision) my favorite verse from Romans 12,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer."  (v.12, ESV)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-3364349394205021119?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/3364349394205021119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=3364349394205021119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3364349394205021119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/3364349394205021119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/11/marks-of-true-christian.html' title='Marks of the True Christian'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-6579069263813303020</id><published>2009-10-27T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:59:51.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><title type='text'>at this great horde...revisited</title><content type='html'>About a month and a half ago I wrote a blog titled 'at this great horde," a commentary on 2 Chronicles 20.  You will be pleased to know that I'm still studying this incredible chapter about Jehoshaphat, one of the relatively good kings of Judah.  God has been using this chapter to challenge and encourage me much lately...I'm not ready to move from it.  (The relating blog post can be found under the breakdown month of September).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take a moment to highlight a part in the scripture I failed to touch on in the previous blog, but one I feel is very important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehoshaphat is about to face a battle against multiple armies.  Immediately upon hearing the news, Jehoshaphat and the rest of Judah sought God through prayer and fasting.  God communicated in return that He would be with them; in fact, He told this nation that they would not even have to fight in the battle, but to march out and stand firm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of the battle, Jehoshaphat and his army prepared to march out for this battle.  But before doing so, Jehoshaphat appointed men to march before the army and give praise to God.  As the army of Judah headed for a battle, there were people going before them saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Give thanks to the Lord, for his steadfast love endures forever."  (v.21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next verse contains the words I would like to highlight.  In verse 23 it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And when they began to sing and praise, the Lord set an ambush against the men..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Maybe you should go back, read it again, and allow those words to settle for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we put praise at the front of the battle, placing worship to God first, God steps in and starts working.  No matter what the circumstances may be, it is vital to place praise first...between you and the battle.  Judah was up against not just one, but multiple armies.  God had already promised victory.  They didn't just walk onto the battlefield like God had told them, but went beyond that to carry a heart of worship.  As soon as the worship began, God began working on their behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jehoshaphat and his army reached the top of the hill, they saw in the valley their enemies destroyed; every single one.  What a victory!  Can you imagine such a sight?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to encourage you (and myself) to place God at the forefront of your battle.  To go forth praising the Most High God.  When the praise is released, God starts working on our behalf.  We may not be able to see Him working as Judah did not, but when we come to the top of the hill and look, we will see a victory.  What an encouragement to those facing a battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-6579069263813303020?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/6579069263813303020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=6579069263813303020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6579069263813303020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/6579069263813303020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-this-great-horderevisited.html' title='at this great horde...revisited'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-4818334188349571865</id><published>2009-10-22T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:41:35.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>one year ago today...</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that one year ago today I left home.  Not that it was my first time to leave, but on the other trips I had temporary in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 2007 I lived in LA to do an internship at Oasis Christian Center.  I was offered a job there and had the oppurtunity to stay, but I knew I had to return home.  In the summer of 2008 I spent four months in the mountains of Wyoming to get away for a while...to try something new...to figure a few things out.  I fell in love with those mountains and the people there that I could have stayed forever, but again I returned home out of my even deeper love for those in my church and community.  (For more on WY, read my article filed under February here on the blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to Ozark in mid September to no job, no place to live, and little money.  I had already started praying and soon added fasting to the equation for I had no clue what was next.  Two options were quickly evident though: stay in Ozark or try life out in Newport, RI. where my parents lived.  While praying and fasting for an answer, I floated around friends houses for a place to stay and gave my time in preparation for our women's conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeking the Lord and not finding direction when time drew close, I made a choice.  I chose RI.  Not for any particular reason except there I had a place to stay.  So on October 22, 2008, I set out on a journey unassured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road trip itself was a blast; taking a week to get there so that I could visit some good friends.  But the blast didn't last.  For the next six months I waited in the wrong place.  I didn't know it right away, but as time passed I realized I had made the wrong decision. It wasn't that God had not given me direction when I was seeking it, but it was subtle and I missed it.  I could kick myself now as I look back and recognize the moments He was telling me to stay.  Instead I made the "rational" decision, which I'm probably too accustomed to doing.  Instead of using my head to make the decision that seemed more appropriate to the worlds standards, I should have listened to the subtle messages that could only have been heard by a sensitive heart.  There where wise words spoken to me through others at that time and going back many months that had told me to stay planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God speaks something to you, don't let go of that and don't let time allow you to forget.  I had a word from God that over time I buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost two months in RI and although it was a beautiful town, I wondered if I had made the right decision.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SuEGwT93MJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ohSzBa5X60k/s1600-h/newport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SuEGwT93MJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ohSzBa5X60k/s320/newport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395601255629795474" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In December an oppurtunity opened up for me to work with young girls in Teen Challenge in Florida.  I immediately accepted the offer and a few weeks before Christmas made yet another journey to an unfamiliar place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful for the experience I had working for Teen Challenege.  The leadership and staff were uniquely anointed people and the girls were amazing young women.  I learned much and gave much during the four months I spent there.  But alas I found myself yet again in the wrong place.  Something inside of me wouldn't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick vacation back to the Ozarks in January, I knew I belonged home.  I began praying and fasting that the Lord would provide an open door for me to return.  After a few months I began to get discouraged.  During my time in RI and FL I grew immensly in my walk with the Lord.  There's nothing  quite like hitting the bottom to make you look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April that door opened for me to return.  I remember smiling constantly as I made the five day trek home...I wondered if people in the car over thought I might be dilusional?!  I can't say that since my return it has been all peachy and everything I dreamed it would be, but there is a deep sense of well being that I can't explain.  I suppose being in the right place does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last year has been a difficult one because I chose to go one way and it has been quite the journey coming back around to the point where I belong.  I believe there are times in all of our lives where God offers up a fork in the road.  There might not be a clear sign telling you where to go, but if you look close you will find it.  But really look close.  If not, you could miss the sign and go down the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I made the wrong decision a year ago at that fork in the road...I didn't look hard enough.  I missed out on relationships and oppurtunities that I might never have again nor can I undo.  Making that decision took me a few steps backward that I am now making up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to sound like it was all bad.  Even though I made the wrong decision, God still provided for my basic needs: finances, food, a place to stay.  My first piece of writing was published in a magazine.  I had more than enough time to really be with the Lord and to dig into scripture.  I met truly wonderful people in Florida and I was able to be one of the few positive influences in the lives of girls overcoming unthinkable obstacles.  There are few oppurtunities that surpass having a hurt young person put their trust in you and using the Word of God to pour into their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SuEGwCh2eUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/h_MmSSsaMvI/s1600-h/tc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SuEGwCh2eUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/h_MmSSsaMvI/s320/tc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395601250948905282" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of those months almost like being in the belly of the whale.  Jonah made the wrong choice and as a result eventually found himself in the belly of a whale.  During those three days Jonah was alone with God and we know a working took place.  In a nod to his story, I get that time.  My months in the wrong place got me in a real intimate place with God I had never been before.  And like Jonah, I came out different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't shared this experience yet, but I now feel comfortable doing so that others may not make the same mistake.  We humans can't see the big picture as God does, therefore we need His guidance.  Sometimes it may be very evident and other times not so evident.  No matter what the case may be, we must be sensitive.  In 1 Kings 19 Elijah didn't encounter God in the wind, earthquake or fire, but in the whisper.  Cultivate and ask for a sensitivity to the Lords moving.  But above all else put wisdom at the top of your list.  Not a wordly wisdom, but a godly wisdom that comes only from above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-4818334188349571865?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/4818334188349571865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=4818334188349571865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4818334188349571865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4818334188349571865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-ago-today.html' title='one year ago today...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SuEGwT93MJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ohSzBa5X60k/s72-c/newport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-7597073779249365524</id><published>2009-10-15T11:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:33:51.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Everyone has dreams, and I'm no exception. Below is my bucket list...50 things I want to do in my lifetime. Traveling is one of my favorite things to do in case you didn't know that about me, so most of the the list consist of places I want to see. A few I have left a mystery for my own amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Raise a godly family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Become an ordained minister through the AG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Preach the Word of God...?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Write and publish a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Own a ranch at the foot of the Rocky Mtns. (preferably in the Tetons in Jackson Hole, WY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876902811077346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdY-G12iuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KS2BpzbcCNk/s320/tetons.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. See all that England has to offer; take a walk on a foggy day in London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Visit the following National Parks: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellowstone (X May 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392878122009992546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdaFEthnWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Ime3xoao-bw/s320/yellowstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Teton (X May 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392873995943445458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdWU56mg9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/PI6j7RusVaI/s320/grand.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glacier (X August 2009) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392872728050057538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdVLGpQwUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/--oqQvh-Aqo/s320/glacier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denali, Arches, Bryce Canyon, Rocky Mountain, Yosemite, Grand Canyon, Great Smoky Mountains, Mt Rainer, Olympic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Road trip to California (making sure to stop in Santa Fe, NM.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Ride a hot air balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Explore the Holy Land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392874008611751570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdWVpG9hpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2wtqPtSk71M/s320/Israel-posterimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 15. Visit Italy: make a wish in a roman fountain, sip cappuccino at a corner cafe, ride through Venice canals. &lt;div&gt;16. Visit New York City: walk through Central Park, see a Broadway show, visit Times Square, Rockefeller at Christmas, see Statue of Liberty &amp;amp; Empire State Bldg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Drive through New England on a fall day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392872715361022098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdVKXX9cJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/V2c75em5Wvc/s320/fall+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. See the Northern Lights in Alaska.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392874016604113010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdWWG4fSHI/AAAAAAAAAck/2hOmqqY7g6Q/s320/norhtern+lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Visit Washington D.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. See a meteor Shower (X Aug 15, 2005 Perseid's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Register a star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Travel the Irish and Scottish countryside (and visit a pub!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Go skiing in the Alps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392872699226105250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdVJbRGJaI/AAAAAAAAAbk/p4eI84LrKmQ/s320/alps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Drive Top 10 Places to Speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Run with the bulls in Spain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Go to France: visit Brittany, Paris &amp;amp; the Eiffel Tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Visit ancient ruins in Greece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Visit pyramids in Egypt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. See the Australian Outback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Go to Hollywood (X Summer 2007).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392874002811970162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdWVTgL4nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Uynr7U7CR6E/s320/hollywood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;31. Go sailing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Fly a plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Parasail in the Caribbean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Race a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Sight see in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Salsa dance in South America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Picnic on a warm and beautiful afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Eat Indian food in India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Ride a motorcycle through San Francisco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Go on an African Safari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Take a train ride through the Canadian Rockies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Snorkel among tropical fish (X March 12, 2009 Islamorada). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876900818046850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdY9_arT4I/AAAAAAAAAcs/tUJ-MyZ0Rmc/s320/snorkel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Meet the President of the United States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. See a rocket take off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Visit all 50 States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Climb a mountain (X July 28, 2008 Bunsen Peak).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392872706394792978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdVJ1-PpBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Lhz6OFsnVQ4/s320/bunsen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Visit the following museums: Louvre, Met, Chicago Inst (X March 2004), London Museum, Getty (X July 2007)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392872720268494418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdVKpp_hlI/AAAAAAAAAb8/zCvrs3AEJAM/s320/getty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Museum of Modern Art, Rijksmuseum Kroller-Muller, Musee d'Orsay, Smithsonian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Walk the boardwalk in Charleston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it is. I might not get to check off every dream on this list, but that's okay. As long as I love and serve God with all my heart, equip and encourage others with the Word of God, my house serves the Lord, (and I vacation now and then) I'll be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-7597073779249365524?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/7597073779249365524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=7597073779249365524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7597073779249365524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7597073779249365524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-has-dreams-and-im-no-exception.html' title='My Bucket List'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/StdY-G12iuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KS2BpzbcCNk/s72-c/tetons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-213232155099946394</id><published>2009-10-11T21:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:03:07.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Leadership Appreciation</title><content type='html'>Today is Leadership Appreciation Day and I have many people to be thankful for. I am blessed to minister with and know many of the godly men and women leading in my church, James River Assembly. I don't take for granted the people God has placed over me as sound voices and examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, there are many to be thankful for, but for the sake of time I will mention only a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For vision, direction and insight into the Word of God, I can't overlook the three men who are on the preaching team. Pastors &lt;a href="http://johnlindell.net/"&gt;John Lindell&lt;/a&gt;, Curt Cook, and &lt;a href="http://www.scottygibbons.com/index.cfm"&gt;Scotty Gibbons&lt;/a&gt; have all had a huge influence in my life. Three times a week I hear from them as they communicate the Word of God to our family. Each represent godly, strong leaders and as a church, we are very blessed to have them as our shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny and oh so lovely to have as my mentors the wives of these three men. Debbie Lindell, Deb Cook, and Casey Gibbons have probably been the three women (outside of one I will mention in a bit and another) who have poured the most into my life. The relationships I have with each one is different, but when I am looking for advice, I go to one of these women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie has been a huge source of guidance in my life for about five years now, having interned with her for a few of those five. I can always count on her to be honest and encouraging; a great influence in regards to ministry. In fact, she was one of the first people who encouraged me to write and she continues to see I develop as a leader. Many of the lessons I have learned over the years have come from her leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb is a hoot and I have a blast with her. It saddens my heart just a bit that I don't see her as much now since she is at the WCC, but that's nothing a lunch at the Nixa Applebees can't fix ;) She is a real person you can relate to. And her advice is always good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey hasn't had as much direct input into my life as the other two, but over the years she has been a strong voice. When we do chat, it's always powerful and encouraging. There are even specific things she has said to me over the years that I'll carry with me and never forget. I appreciate that she clues me in on her journey as a speaker and no doubt will be a great help as my writing career progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write this and not mention Jack and Stacey Thurman, a truly dynamic couple that oversee The Loft ministry (therefore leaders I work directly with on a weekly basis). Both have had a huge impact on my life that will echo for many years. They are great leaders to learn from and wonderful people to know; I am constantly thanking God for their influnce both ministerially and personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leadership team at James River is truly one of the best around and again, we are very blessed. To know we have leading, people who truly seek God with a whole heart and love the people is very comforting. I thank God for them and pray I can show them my appreciation not just today, but continually as I serve in the House with these mighty men and women. Let's not neglect to pray often for our leaders!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-213232155099946394?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/213232155099946394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=213232155099946394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/213232155099946394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/213232155099946394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/10/leadership-appreciation.html' title='Leadership Appreciation'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-2985006132924898265</id><published>2009-10-06T13:44:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:38:47.965-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>DFL Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This past weekend&lt;/span&gt; was the Designed for Life women's conference at James River Assembly and it was a fantastic time! For months we had been praying and preparing for the event, which ended too quickly if you ask me. Have you ever spent so much time anticipating for and working towards something, only to see it end so quickly...then being a little sad it's over? That is how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a heaven sent weekend shared with thousands of women from all over the country; from every generation; from all walks of life. We had as our guests long-time friend &lt;a href="http://charlottegambill.com/"&gt;Charlotte Gambill &lt;/a&gt;from Abundant Life Ministries in England; new friends &lt;a href="http://messengerinternational.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa Bevere &lt;/a&gt;from Messenger International and &lt;a href="http://nancyalcorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy Alcorn&lt;/a&gt;, founder of Mercy Ministries. Doesn't it already sound like a blast?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to highlight for a moment one area before I talk about the conference. I had my hands in all areas whilst preparing for the conference, but most of my effort and attention were given to what is called the Boutique and to product. The very talented Misty White (the creative design guru) has unofficially claimed me for herself and thus I spend much of my time assisting her with what is needed...happily. Here is a picture of the boutique during setup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SswFfvgcOmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rXePBbOfKRU/s1600-h/britt+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389688896942258786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SswFfvgcOmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rXePBbOfKRU/s320/britt+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and afterward. Isn't is incredible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SswFoYMWO5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/4qcK-m44p5g/s1600-h/britt+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389689045302786962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SswFoYMWO5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/4qcK-m44p5g/s320/britt+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Misty, her sister Charity, and myself in the boutique, all glammed up before the Thursday night opener. These are two chicks full of fun and good info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SswFwsAGT-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/i5ILcufh8Cs/s1600-h/britt+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389689188059074530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SswFwsAGT-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/i5ILcufh8Cs/s320/britt+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night kicked off with Charlotte. Now any girl at James River knows that half of the excitement of Charl coming are the outfits. Don't deny it; we all spend the first five minutes of seeing her examining her stylish threads. I like how everyone gets a little more daring with their outfits when she is around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's get serious. Charl brought a great word about being all there. The concept many people have about God is that He is a Father of many children without time for us individually...but God sees you! Mark 5 tells the account of a woman in need of healing (for many years) who went to see Jesus. Instead of making up the excuses she couldn't go (her health, the travel, the large crowd, etc.), this woman pushed past the circumstances. She leaned in and touched Jesus for her healing. God is looking for those who will be there and lean in...who have a hunger like this woman. He knows when you touch Him on purpose and when you bump into Him on accident. Are you fixed on touching Him on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning brought all of us girls in filled with caffeine. Late night fun + early morning start = coffee. Regardless of the amount of sleep we got, everyone came hungry for more. Our very own courageous leader and a wonderful mentor to me, Debbie Lindell started us off with a truly amazing word about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for this years conference was "So Loved," and one of the main scriptures was John 3.16. Debbie spoke with a message that made even myself tear up. How we all needed to be reminded of God's love. Romans 8.35-37 says that nothing can separate us from the love of God. Nothing we have done or could do doesn't change the fact that God loves you. We must fully believe and accept this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy took the next session and also spoke about love. She weaved love within her testimony...which is incredible. We can't just say we are the church, but we must be the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch break, our own Casey Gibbons spoke about 'the heart of the matter.' How many of us either run away from our problems or try to take care of the surface of the problem? God wants to get to the root of the problem. He loves us so much the way we are...He loves us so much He won't leave us the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Lisa jumped on board for the Q&amp;amp;A...which in my opinion was awesome! The first question that came up was for advice the speakers might have for the single ladies doing ministry...ha! Not that I have really struggled doing ministry while single (because I love giving my time for the kingdom more than doing just about anything else), but it was good stuff. Nancy is still single today and look at the ministry God is doing through her! What a testimony! Girls, you don't need a man to validate who you are or what you do. You certainly don't need one before you can start something significant for the kingdom. God has placed in you exactly was is needed for what He has called you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we were all excited to hear from rock star Lisa. I would like to say that I like here quite a bit. I had never heard her speak before or read her books, but I quickly took a liking to her. To be honest, one of the main reasons I did was because she comes from an unchurched past. Lisa is very real and open, which is right up my ally. I relate to her background, which peaks my attention. Not to say that I don't really enjoy or relate to other speakers, but sometimes it's refreshing for me to hear from someone who didn't grow up in the church or a Christian home and overcame. Most of the people in my world did grow up in either or both, and sometimes I would say that can be one of the biggest challenges I face...not growing up in the church. Sometimes it's encouraging to hear from another with a similar past who is further down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa brought a great word that night. Two things particularly stood out to me. 1) Men have the XY chromosome while women have the XX chromosome. Women multiply. But in order to multiply, we must be whole and not divided. So many ladies think at times that they are a problem. But the truth is that instead of being another problem, they are the answer to the problem. 2) Proverbs 3.3 says to write steadfast love and faithfulness on your heart. To write means to ordain a path or predict a future. We must write our lives well and intentionally...not by others but by the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought we were tired Friday morning, Saturday was a whole nother level. I'm sure the cafe in the church got plenty of business that morning. And yet again, the chicks were ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy opened up our last day with a teaching that would especially speak to those carrying a bondage or weight. We can learn from Paul, a man who before salvation would kill and persecute the saved. What is so interesting is that Paul says that he has done no man wrong. Wow! Paul said this because he no longer identified himself with who he was before Christ, but who he was in Christ. What freedom for those who get a hold of this revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy also made a point that is simple truth, but one I haven't thought much about. We are the final score. When Jesus overcame death he had the victory. So when we come to trials, we must know we already have the victory. We don't fight for victory, but from victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa hit it out of the park with the next session...I think the best way to lay it out would be through bullet points:&lt;br /&gt;* Micah 4.13- we are not called to be invisible, but invincible.&lt;br /&gt;* God made His people invincible not through happiness but through hardship.&lt;br /&gt;* 2 Peter 3.1-7- you have to hold yourself in undistracted attention.&lt;br /&gt;* we are made to be fearless and free.&lt;br /&gt;* we are responsible for fanning our gift into flame (not others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte closed the conference with a great message. Women are influencers; we must use our influence for good...to bring people up and not down. In a society that I believe (generally through media) encourages women or use women to influence others for negative, we must be the catalyst for change. To represent how women are to use their influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference in it's purpose was to encourage and equip women with the Word of God. To see women set free. And I have first-hand experience that indeed these great things occurred. God met with His daughters in a very powerful and intimate way. Women were delivered. Set free. Redeemed. Made whole. So loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-2985006132924898265?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/2985006132924898265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=2985006132924898265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2985006132924898265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2985006132924898265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/10/dfl-recap.html' title='DFL Recap'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SswFfvgcOmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rXePBbOfKRU/s72-c/britt+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-22675756615600702</id><published>2009-09-26T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:01:05.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>floor talk</title><content type='html'>This blog update comes from the living room floor.  Sounds like fun, right?  And I also blog from my phone (a first) because I can't make it to the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was watching some of my favorite kiddos in the world...while playing catch with two 8 year olds (in heels, not smart) I was running and as I bent down to grab the ball my back gave out.  My dramatic story can be summed up like so: after rolling up the front stairs and dragging myself to the living room, I called the parents to come home early.  Praise the Lord for the Coryell's because they took top notch care of me until my dad could come get me.  Since Sam had been in the same situation as me before, they hooked me up with the right meds, some icyhot patches, and some great advice and exercizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to my parents house last night, I obviously couldn't make it up the stairs to bed so since last night I have been confined to the living room; unable to hardly roll.  How exciting it is for this active independant gal to be floor kept and having others wait on me (sarcasm noted).  You don't even want to know how I have had to accomplish getting done some of the most basic human tasks.  I laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've been told this sort of incident can keep one down for at least three to four days, but I'm praying for a quicker recovery than that.  I am determined to push my body to be able to walk tomorrow for church.  And this coming week is the DFL Women's Conference, of which I have many responsibilites in.  I fully believe I'll be healed by then though!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it said, "work as though it depends on you, pray as it depends on God."  I'm fully putting that into use.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the current and unusual update on my life...doesn't it sound fantastic?!  Just thought I would write about it; don't really have much else to do :)  So my word of advice for the day...hope your back never gives out; it hurts like the dickens and renders your body practically useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-22675756615600702?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/22675756615600702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=22675756615600702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/22675756615600702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/22675756615600702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/09/tales-from-bedside.html' title='floor talk'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-2150877143678092218</id><published>2009-09-18T14:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:44:21.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Some Great News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have some great news that I want to share with the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my family members has come over to the Good side!  My seventeen year old brother Zach has sincerely given his heart to the Lord and I couldn't be more overjoyed and thankful.  He is a great guy...the funniest person in the world...and now not only my brother, but a brother in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach began attending a youth group with a couple of his friends a little while ago. He didn't immediately give his heart to the Lord, but rather over time developed that relationship.  A seed was being planted that over a few months would become a conscious decision to make Jesus the Lord of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Zach is actively involved in his church (which he loves!).  His life and behavior is changing from the inside out.  He has a good core group of friends and mentors that love God.  He is working at the fitness center in my home church that he really enjoys with a great atmosphere.  And there are a few things possibly in the works that I hope come to fruition.  I know God has an awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;plan for Zach and I can't wait to see what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God continuously for what He has and will continue to do in Zach's life.  He is a great God and greatly to be praised.  If you have loved ones that you are praying for, continue to do so.  I have been praying eight years for my family...and there are still four more family members to pray for.  But God is good and it is His heart that none would perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           Zach and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SrPfBBB-uBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/xq0KRzoPTgU/s1600-h/zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SrPfBBB-uBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/xq0KRzoPTgU/s320/zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382891188187478034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-2150877143678092218?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/2150877143678092218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=2150877143678092218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2150877143678092218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2150877143678092218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-great-news.html' title='Some Great News!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SrPfBBB-uBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/xq0KRzoPTgU/s72-c/zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-7822583838381426385</id><published>2009-09-10T13:03:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:07:53.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><title type='text'>Labor Day = Awesome</title><content type='html'>I. Heart. Hiking.  I was never the kind of girl to be much of a hiker or camper back in the day, but the moment I entered Wyoming that all changed.  Now I take every chance I get to do both or either.  Since returning to Missouri I have not had a chance to hike or camp.  Not that I haven't wanted to, but it's hard to find people around here that enjoy some good ole outdoor fun.  I don't get it; have you seen the Ozarks?  We are really blessed with some beautiful country out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as big of a fan I am of the outdoors, I have yet to take advantage of my backyard.  Until Labor Day.  My friend &lt;a href="http://www.bethanythompson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bethany&lt;/a&gt; is absolutely one of the most amazing people in the world...end of story.  She really enjoys the outdoors like myself, but she works for Convoy of Hope so is out of town quite a bit.  But not for Labor Day.  We planned to go on a hike in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Busiek&lt;/span&gt; State Forest...15 minuted from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Busiek&lt;/span&gt; and with neither of us really knowing the trails, we picked one and began the hike.  For about two hours we chatted, soaked up the sun, chatted, enjoyed our surroundings, and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way we found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of nowhere.  I couldn't believe out in the rolling hills of no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;civilization&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; dating to the 1800's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlHgCgTW_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/SXeCFh-e5mQ/s1600-h/labor+day+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlHgCgTW_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/SXeCFh-e5mQ/s320/labor+day+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379909845624511474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany got a bit spooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlIRyYW6fI/AAAAAAAAAXg/J9oRBhHrE68/s1600-h/labor+day+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlIRyYW6fI/AAAAAAAAAXg/J9oRBhHrE68/s320/labor+day+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379910700289681906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trail was quite rocky; I am not use to this kind of terrain.  Not the small rocky terrain of the Ozarks.  Good thing Bethany and I had legit hiking boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlJOEbDk5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/uAZGTF47KN4/s1600-h/labor+day+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlJOEbDk5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/uAZGTF47KN4/s320/labor+day+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379911735924986770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also along the path we found cacti.  And you read this correctly...I did say cacti.  I didn't know you could find cacti in Missouri, but apparently you can in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Busiek&lt;/span&gt; at the higher elevations.  Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlJ84JO-bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HpvtsyCSFHg/s1600-h/labor+day+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlJ84JO-bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HpvtsyCSFHg/s320/labor+day+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379912540082862514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not as cool as the view.  Well, small view.  We couldn't find a clearing to absorb the beauty of the rolling hills surrounding us.  But we did get a small glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlK1M0If3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/wBXls606MGE/s1600-h/labor+day+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlK1M0If3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/wBXls606MGE/s320/labor+day+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379913507704176498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, Bethany and I sat at her car for a while and snacked on our trail mix...yummy.  It was a great hike and an even greater day.  We saw some campsites along the trail, so next we want to backpack in and camp overnight.  I am thankful to live in an area of the country with great outdoor activities so close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlK15JR2aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y1dv8boJnr4/s1600-h/labor+day+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlK15JR2aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y1dv8boJnr4/s320/labor+day+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379913519604029858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-7822583838381426385?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/7822583838381426385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=7822583838381426385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7822583838381426385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/7822583838381426385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-awesome.html' title='Labor Day = Awesome'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SqlHgCgTW_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/SXeCFh-e5mQ/s72-c/labor+day+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1583951502132529109</id><published>2009-09-03T15:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:09:33.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><title type='text'>at this great horde</title><content type='html'>Jehoshaphat was one of the good kings over God's people...for the most part.  He was as the Bible put it, "single-minded in following God."  Although he made a few bad decisions, Jehoshaphat had done well to be obedient to God and had removed the sex-and-religion shrines in the southern kingdom of Judah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we come to 2 Chronicles chapter 20, Jehoshaphat is well into his reign and finds himself in an impossible situation.  He has been told that the Moabites and Ammonites have come up against him and were currently at Hazazon-tamar (also known as Engedi), which is about 35 miles from Jerusalem.  Immediately he turned to God and called the kingdom to a fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire chapter is very interesting and I would encourage you to read it.  I like how Jehoshaphat is very honest and real with God in his prayer (v.6-12); I am a proponent of being bold in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Judah was gathered, a Word from the Lord came,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen, all Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem and King Jehoshaphat: Thus says the LORD to you,'Do not be afraid and do not be dismayed at this great horde, for the battle is not yours but God’s.  Tomorrow go down against them. Behold, they will come up by the ascent of Ziz. You will find them at the end of the valley, east of the wilderness of Jeruel.  You will not need to fight in this battle. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stand firm, hold your position, and see the salvation of the LORD on your behalf, O Judah and Jerusalem.'  Do not be afraid and do not be dismayed. Tomorrow go out against them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the LORD will be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"  (v. 15-17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a comforting Word from God to a king and people undoubtedly afraid.  Put yourself in Jehoshaphat's shoes: not one, but multiple armies have joined together and are marching towards your city.  They are 35 miles away and you aren't prepared.  And this is after he lost the last battle he was in (chapter 18).  Of course the most important thing, and really only thing you could do at a moment like this is pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not be afraid and do not be dismayed at this great horde, for the battle is not yours but God’s.  Tomorrow go down against them."  &lt;/span&gt;God knew that they were scared out of their wits at this huge army, and he points it out to them!  But He tags on this beautiful assurance that this battle is His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Jehoshaphat and the army wake up early for the battle.  Before they head out to meet their enemy, Jehoshaphat speaks to his men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And when he had taken counsel with the people, he appointed those who were to sing to the LORD and praise him in holy attire, as they went before the army, and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          "Give thanks to the LORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           for his steadfast love endures forever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when they began to sing and praise, the LORD set an ambush against the men of Ammon, Moab, and Mount Seir, who had come against Judah, so that they were routed&lt;/span&gt;."  (v.21-22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the most important lesson in this chapter comes from these two verses.  Before Judah set out for the battle, Jehoshaphat appointed people to march before his army and praise God.  Maybe he learned from his prior failure, but nevertheless he knew that praise had to be the first and most important act on his part.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are facing, however big it may seem to you, decide to put worship in front of your problem.  "March out boldly" (v.17 MSG) without fear and give thanks.  For as surely as you do the Lord will fight your battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Judah came to the top of the hill, they saw their enemies dead on the ground.  The enemy armies had turned on each other and not one lived.  Can you imagine marching to the top of that hill and seeing such a scene?  What a victory...and they didn't even have to draw a sword.  The people of Judah gathered the spoil, which took three days to collect.  Three days to collect all that spoil.  So not only was the victory won without a fight, but Judah collected many riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they had finished collecting the spoil, the people of Judah gathered in the valley to count their blessings, hence being named the Valley of Beracah (Blessing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a battle comes your way, hit the ground and pray.  When you have, get up and march boldly towards that battle praising God.  He has the victory waiting on the other side of that hill, you just have to go out with the confidence that God is with you and give Him glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-1583951502132529109?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/1583951502132529109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=1583951502132529109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1583951502132529109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/1583951502132529109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-this-great-horde.html' title='at this great horde'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-2508366205581307651</id><published>2009-08-27T13:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:10:04.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><title type='text'>the One and Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 62.5-12 (Message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an awe-inspiring and humbling psalm this is from David.  As soon as my eyes locked on the words in verse 1, my mind immediately began to dissect what David is saying.  I wanted to understand the psalm because it was so powerful and indeed one giving great glory to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I wrote a piece about the crutches we can lean on in life: people, relationships, positions, places.  The core of that piece was that God must be the only One we rely on.  I love how God reiterates something He is teaching you by showing you in His Word that you are on the right track.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;God, the one and only..&lt;/i&gt;."  You will not find one person on this earth, now or ever, who even comes close to comparing with Him.  So why do we put people on pedestals or rely so much on others?  Although we scoff at this when really think about it, we so often fall into this trap.  I find it interesting that David, having a great mentor in Samuel, a close friend in Jonathan, and many other wonderful people in his life I'm sure, highlights to the reader that God is the one and only.  With people like that in your life, it could be easy to form an attachment to the relationship; but not David.  We know these words were very important to him because he inserted them into the psalm twice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I'll wait as long as he says.  Everything I hope for comes from him, so why not?&lt;/i&gt;"  These words were huge for me.  I would say in the last year the two big lessons for me have been trust and timing.  What is so vital for us to get a hold of is God's perfect timing...for everything.  And I do mean everything.  When we do, we wont be disappointed or discouraged when that opportunity doesn't open up, or the money doesn't come in on time, or so may other scenarios that will pop up in life.  We wont be dismayed because we know that at the perfect time, it will happen.  Besides, I would rather wait for His time than botch up an opportunity on my time.  Waiting on God means that we have constant dependence on Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;He's solid rock under my feet &lt;/i&gt;[salvation]&lt;i&gt;, breathing room for my soul &lt;/i&gt;[freedom]&lt;i&gt;, an impregnable castle &lt;/i&gt;[security]&lt;i&gt;: I'm set for life&lt;/i&gt;."  [denotes my thoughts].  When we serve God, everything we could hope for or need is ours.  Hope (verse 6) and need (salvation, freedom, security) covers everything.  You will lack nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;So trust him completely, people; lay your lives on the line for hi&lt;/i&gt;m."  Trust.  I think that David is trying to warn us in this verse and the next few that we must be careful to trust men.  Yes, trust God completely.  In fact, lay your life on the line for Him.  But be careful not to put your hope and trust in men.  They will fail you.  With or without intention, people will always fail you because they are human.   This doesn't mean not hoping for the best in people, but rather not looking to them for what you need.  Only God will always come through.  "&lt;i&gt;God is a safe place&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to give your life to something, give it to God.  You want to bet your life on another, bet it on God.  You want freedom and security, trust in God.  Only in Him will you find the life worth living and the wholeness you desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Strength comes straight from God. Love to you, Lord God."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-2508366205581307651?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/2508366205581307651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=2508366205581307651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2508366205581307651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/2508366205581307651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-and-only.html' title='the One and Only'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-4667568009698531653</id><published>2009-08-21T14:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:10:30.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Living'/><title type='text'>Crutches</title><content type='html'>I sit here at the computer wondering what it is I have to say.  My parents are out of town and my brothers are at school, so I sit in a quiet and empty house...very rare in a large family.  I am listening to the Ingrid Michaelson station on Pandora (it will change your day) and sipping on some delicious hot coffee.  I was working on a few little things on the computer when I felt the need to blog...but I sit here wondering what it is I have to say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose what is on my mind lately is the reality of crutches and comfort in our lives.  The Lord has been teaching me for some time now about leaning on other people, places or positions more than Him.  I have not meant for this to be the case.  If we are not careful and guard our life, we can begin to become too comfortable relying on anything or anyone besides God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year and a half ago I had come to a very comfortable place in my life and everything seemed to start coming together the way I really liked it: a job I enjoyed at my church, volunteering for a ministry I loved, a  "position" that I valued, great mentors and friends, new relationships and I had a home for the first time.  But just as everything seemed to start coming together, it all started to unravel or begin to take unexpected turns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, I had become too comfortable in my life.  I had in a sense began to rely on some crutches.  I began to find my support in these people, places and positions...which was highly dangerous to my relationship with the Lord.  Because without noticing it, I began to go to the people first for the advice or to talk, and the places for comfort and the position for recognition.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord is a jealous God and I am thankful for that.  He began to knock out those crutches from beneath me so that I would fully rely on Him.  You think that I would have learned my lesson quickly, but even now I am seeing a crutch (perhaps my final one) removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year and a half ago as I held onto my job and position tightly, the Lord brought me to a place where it was time to move on.  I honestly didn't think that life could get better than where I was at and I didn't know what to do, so I moved out to Wyoming for four months.  This experience has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crutch of my job, my position and my home had been removed.  Leaving James River was the hardest thing I have ever done, but the year I was gone was a turning point for me.  Through leaving I also didn't have as much communication with my mentors and friends, eliminating any reliance I might have had on other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I began to turn my reliance back on the Lord and after having been gone for some time, the door opened for me to return home and begin anew.  This experience has been critical in my development spiritually.  I am thankful for the Lord taking me through the difficult times.  Even now I find myself in a difficult place.  Some "minor" issues have come up, but I am confident in the Lords provision.  But another crutch has been knocked out recently that I didn't realize was so much of a crutch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't say I rely on people; that isn't my personality.  I let few people in my life, but when I do I give it 100%.  Since I don't have many relationships, or people I share with, I think I may have had one I allowed to be a safe place...a place I would go.  And perhaps I allowed that place to come first before the Lord?  I don't know.  But what I do know is that place is no longer secure anymore and I have lost something I held too tightly.  It's hard losing family and perhaps a relationship I will never have again, but it reassures in my life the security I have in God.  It secures the trust I have in Him, and only in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to encourage others not to hold on to anything too tightly.  Keep what you have in your life loose, so that if you do lose it you wont be completely disappointed.  If you do hold onto someone or something too tightly, let it go.  Crutches can form without much notice so be careful to guard your life and relationship with God.    We must be God-centered people wholly devoted to living for Him.   There is a sold rock we must stand upon, and He is God.  When we are on the solid rock, crutches are useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/248423850233368308-4667568009698531653?l=someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/feeds/4667568009698531653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=248423850233368308&amp;postID=4667568009698531653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4667568009698531653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248423850233368308/posts/default/4667568009698531653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someonetotallyconsumed.blogspot.com/2009/08/crutches.html' title='Crutches'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482202205951247984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/S0lF_dTq99I/AAAAAAAAAjk/HOJWb8Ly7hg/S220/britt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248423850233368308.post-1014265863519027699</id><published>2009-08-13T12:30:00.031-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:55:04.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>When ninety-nine things go wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last couple of weeks have been a crazy whirlwind for me. I feel really wrong for not blogging all this time, but hey, life happens! Even now I have a crazy day, but I could no longer go neglecting my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent two weeks house sitting at two different homes, followed by ten days in the wilderness! Needless to say, I spent three weeks living out of a suitcase...but I don't hate it at all! I would like to spend the majority of this time on my trip, because it was so darn amazing. My goal is to inspire you to go where I have been. Hold on for wild west tales, that will undoubtedly do no justice to the west.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, July 29th, I set off after work to Kansas City! A three hour drive, no problem. It was here I picked up a lovely friend of mine at the airport, Stephanie. Stephanie and I worked together in Wyoming last summer, although we were never really that great of friends. But Stephanie has an adventurous and traveller spirit like myself, so we decided for a trip out to Wyoming and Montana...with two weeks notice. Happy Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph and I spent ten days together, and it was a blast. We discovered that we think A LOT alike. Really. We would even be thinking the same thing at the same time on numerous occasions. This was a bit of a shock to us both as we live out our lives very differently. A new friend I have made indeed. It was during these ten days that a million things, or ninety-nine, or maybe a dozen to be realistic, things went wrong. But the great thing was we just took it all as an adventure and had one of the funnest times possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV4pnm_8BI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5ejyQ71sehQ/s320/6333_520148862497_214600991_31296774_7035134_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369830787111710738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday we stayed with our WY friend Amanda in KC. She is awesome for letting us crash her place at 11pm. On Thursday we got some Starbucks (of course) and headed out for 11 hrs. on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV49Zi39NI/AAAAAAAAAV4/X5ZIbxpUDGE/s320/6333_520150419377_214600991_31296889_6951857_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831126933697746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Our drive through Nebraska was a little boring when it came to the sights, but you better believe we were rockin' it in my car with all sorts of tunes. I even let Steph drive my stick shift after little experience...she did great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV6DrsglBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NE_eUilBLM4/s320/6333_520150579057_214600991_31296899_1353052_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369832334396789778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday night we met up with my friend Pete. I wont tell you the story; it may be a little long and complicated for a blog, but I had never met Pete before deciding to camp out with him for a night out in Wyoming. When we got there, Pete had a campsite, two fires, and dinner ready for us. Steph kept joking on the way out there that instead of having dinner ready for us, he was going to have us for dinner! But Pete turned out to be a legit (and great) guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoRiMqNtquI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JVdneAdtRMg/s320/summer+050.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369524625362234082" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday morning we woke up early (630am) , cleaned up our site and by 730 we were climbing to the top of a boulder mountain place called Vedauwoo (pronounced Vee-da-voo). It was a great, and kick-butt, hike to the top. Well, more like a climb because all we did was climb boulders. At the top I had an amazing prayer time as I looked out over the Wyoming landscape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV4-fsU6NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8pDNPDbeJGM/s320/6333_520150584047_214600991_31296900_664000_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831145763825874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just make this clear, I HEART WYOMING! I really do have a slight obsession with it. The thing about this awesome prayer time was that it had an interesting end. As I stood up, my camera fell out of my pocket and tumbled 50ft. down boulders and into a crevice. I could hear it breaking. Immediately I began to pray...real hard...for a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miracle #1...we found it in a tiny crevice. Miracle #2...it was still working!! I know, God is so good! Now normally this could really put a damper on my day, but instead I looked at the positive...that it was even working...praised God and kept on with a sunny outlook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continued our trip with a drop dead gorgeous drive through Wyoming. Seriously, the drive from Rawlins to Jackson will leave you with your jaw on the ground. It was Friday evening when we arrived in the cutest town in America, Jackson WY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV4qIQd_JI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5qj00lLLNog/s320/6333_520148867487_214600991_31296775_1517975_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369830795875581074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Tetons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both had some Russian friends that lived here so the night was filled with awesome food at Teton Thai...a sleepover with our friends...waking up to eating Russian borsh and meat for breakfast...and finding I was locked out of my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV5D45TfTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/oA6k9nXiOH0/s320/6333_520150608997_214600991_31296905_6876287_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831238428491058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Guzel and Leys at Teton Thai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My car, where do we start? The day before leaving my car wigged out. I couldn't get the door to unlock and the alarm system started freaking out. The doors lock on their own and so I cant get in unless I leave my door cracked or climb in through the trunk. The trick had been mastered until Saturday in Jackson the back seat had been closed and we could not climb in through the trunk. Hence calling AAA to unlock my car!  We proceeded on Saturday afternoon to drive through the Tetons...where a piece of my heart still remains...and it was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV4qV9eJjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5uTzPY3yeF8/s320/6333_520149146927_214600991_31296799_3541059_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369830799553996338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We drove to our prior place of employment, Flagg Ranch, for two nights of camping on Grassy Lake. Basically Saturday night was hanging with the two most wonderful people in the world, Phil and Kathy, chilling at the bar with Bryan and a campfire with him and some more of our Russian friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was coffee at Moose Falls, breakfast with my adopted family (Phil &amp;amp; Kathy), hike to the hot springs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV49l-47CI/AAAAAAAAAWA/LrkHEkF3_14/s320/6333_520150554107_214600991_31296894_4349391_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831130272427042" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;laying on the beach of the Snake River, dinner at Leeks Marina, more time at the bar and finally another campfire. Awesome day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlights? Again, Phil and Kathy. If you could meet these people, your life would be complete. They treated us like family while we were there and we love them so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV4rMaV9mI/AAAAAAAAAVo/m_0n1GJHnX4/s320/6333_520149241737_214600991_31296802_5705959_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369830814170609250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV4qm_GJRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1-_uFiKOSh0/s320/6333_520149156907_214600991_31296801_4258537_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369830804124214546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kathy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Leeks was amazing...they have some of the best pizza...it's on Jackson Lake...what more could you ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV6DxBKv9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/e3vY5SdPYAY/s320/real.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369832335825616850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday we got up, said our goodbyes and headed out for a nine hour drive up through Yellowstone and Montana. Stinkin' gorgeous I tell you. Monday night we pulled up to East Glacier,a tiny two street town on an Indian Reservation. Our friend Tyler (or Donny) works here and we went to visit him. The next three days were amazing in Glacier National Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoV48hiUqPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cKe5fx0KFtk/s320/6333_520150269677_214600991_31296881_6790595_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831111898999026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday night was a bonfire with a ton of people we didn't know at Hippie Camp. Now here's the lowdown on Hippie Camp. Tyler and three other people he works with decided to move out of employee housing and live in tents. This tent setup has been dubbed Hippie Camp...it was awesome and it is where we stayed for three nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoRqI52Rp5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/gbRkPARlUzQ/s320/summer+029.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369533356932442002" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, this is getting a bit long so short synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Breakfast at a really cute diner with Steph and Tyler and his friend Adam. Jumping off of Two Medicine Falls...very difficult for me...water+heights=fear...but after two minutes of standing at the top I finally jumped!! And got my bath for the day in :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoRnspZAZtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zqWMJ1-iTaw/s320/summer+018.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369530672455116498" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather started dropping freakishly so I put on many layers of winter clothing and we drove 45 minutes to the Glacier entrance, only to be turned away because Tyler didn't have his emplyee badge. Thank you rude lady ranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoRnfRmOdAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-72YIBK53DU/s320/summer+022.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369530442729812994" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at Lake Sherburne just inside the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got lunch at another cute little diner and then went to the lodge he works at for some people watching and conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoRnTaHaljI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wyvNm_oHGrI/s320/summer+026.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369530238858073650" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday night we went to the only little bar in town (on an Indian Reservation mind you) where we were some of the only white people. Haha, so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmdOTD5uWZ0/SoXH6boIzLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/uVJpaSkJn0Q/s320/6333_520150628957_214600991_31296909_2452528_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369917937371630770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the barred list at the bar...the names are awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: Lunch at another cute diner (I seriously cannot get enough of them)...in fact, it was one of the 
