tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76168006232486737692024-02-20T02:25:06.846-05:00Wind Beneath My WingsMisty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comBlogger631125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-83411773928144339382012-04-04T11:19:00.004-04:002012-04-04T12:40:09.383-04:00Follow Your DreamsThis morning my son read his morning devotion while gulping down his breakfast as quickly as boys do everything. After he we finished reading the devotion he had asked if I had read todays devotion of his book yet. He knows I always read his devotion along with my own. I do this so I know what he is reading, being taught and also, so that if he has any comments or questions regarding his devotion; I know exactly what he is talking about. <div><br /></div><div>Although he doesn't always say much about his morning devotions, Ill occasionally hear from him "that was a good one!" and before I have the chance to respond he is off to his room to do whatever it is he is anxious to get back to..... (coughing under breath) his Mine Craft computer game addiction. He knows he isn't allowed on the computer in the morning before chores, breakfast and devotion. Which often leads me to wonder if he says "that was a good one!" only to let me know he read or should I say <i>glanced over his devotion</i>? At least that is what I think sometimes. I don't make a big fuss over it only because I want to keep the experience of his daily devotions positive. I don't want to jump on his case about it, then get him upset at my nagging about it, only to then resent the fact I am having him read them anyways. So, even if there are days he glances over his devotion, I do not doubt that when its necessary that GOD speaks to him no matter how quickly or not he reads. </div><div><br /></div><div>Today for an example. I do not doubt that Hunters devotion struck a cord with him and instead of reading as fast as possible, it grabbed his attention and he read it and took it to heart. This morning I didn't get the quietly walk off after the read or the quick "it was a good one!" Instead, he asked me if I had read todays devotion just yet. To my disappointment, I hadn't gotten to it. But being the quick thinking mom I am, I replied back and said <i>"no honey, whats it about? Will you read it to me?"</i> In which he began to explain to me the devotions topic and point in his own words, which then gave me the opportunity to talk to him and explain to him what certain things that he had read were trying to imply and say to him and all of us about FOLLOWING OUR DREAMS! </div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you." Jeremiah 29:11-12</b></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hunters devotional book that I found for him over Christmas is "Heart of an Athlete." Its a FCA (Fellow Christian Athletes) Devotional book. What I like most about it, is that its written by different real athletes and coaches. The main writer of the book is NFL Kicker, Matt Stover; Super Bowl XXXV Champion Baltimore Ravens. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's not a book just for boys. Its for ANY athlete out there. Its for coaches, parents of athletes or anyone with a completive desire or dream. </div><div><br /></div><div>As an athlete with a passion for sports, you have a unique view of life through a competitive lens. And yet, your drive for success and commitment to your sport may lead to being set apart from other, distancing your from friends, family, church and school. </div><div><br /></div><div>God doesn't intend for you to go at it alone. He wants to be included in your athletics and in every other area of your life. Heart of an Athlete makes it easy to receive regular spiritual training that won't take over your workout schedule. - Heart of an Athlete Book </div><div><br /></div><div>They say "it won't take over your workout schedule" because they know and understand a devoted athlete is busy and probably have short attention spans because their minds are always focused on how to improve for the next game the next win. </div><div><br /></div><div>Its a short read, easy read for all ages and its set up in a friendly manner for athletes. They break it down is READY, SET, GO and OVERTIME reads in each devotion. Less than five minutes to read each morning. </div><div><br /></div><div>Todays story was about a guy who remembers calling to his parents and telling them he was coming home yet again. He had tears in his eyes, as the Clevland Cavaliers had become his third straight NBA team that he had failed to make. </div><div><br /></div><div>He didn't understand why this was happening to him. He thought for sure his high hopes of realizing his dream to play in the NBA had arrived when he was drafted out of the University of Iowa. But it was becoming more clear that dreams don't always come true. He felt lost. His identity was basketball. It was his life. He thought "what could the future possibly hold for him now?" </div><div><br /></div><div>Shortly thereafter that he received an invitation to play full-time with a sports ministry team. For the next nine years he was able to travel the country (and the world) playing basketball and sharing his faith with thousands of people. The tears were long forgotten as God began using him in ways that he had never imagined. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Doesn't that seem to be God's favorite thing.... doing things in away we never imagine?</b> </div><div><br /></div><div>Today Dan Frost still ministers to leaders in our nation's capital and he still says that daily he is reminded just as much as he did back when he was shedding those tears and thought his dreams were lost, that GOD still holds his future then, today and tomorrow... and the futures of those around him. </div><div><br /></div><div>What Dan is simply saying is this; "Dream BIG, follow your dreams..... but hold those plans loosely, resting securely in the knowledge that our Father may have a far different plan from our own." -Dan Frost</div><div><br /></div><div>Having a son that is an amazing naturally talented athlete of my own. Being a girl growing up with sports and with my own competitive juices; a husband that was a professional football player and Hunters dad who is one sports driven dad himself; Hunter almost didn't stand a chance to be anything but an athlete. I always joke and say he was born with a puck in his mouth and bat and stick in his hands. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hunter is 11-years old and his dreams are big already. He talks about wanting to play hockey at Havard. He aims to be a professional hockey player when he graduates Harvard, as many young boys and girls probably dream. When I say these things, I mean them. My son (with the help of his dad) talks about it all the time. His dad is training him that sports come before everything else (not a believer in God). While I try to train him that GOD is first and then everything else after. Its very real to him and he believes this is what his future plan will be. But I know its got to be confusing for him with two homes completely opposite of one another. One is sports driven, self driven...and the other is God driven, family driven and selfishness driven. Both so similar and yet so different by one missing factor..... GOD! </div><div><br /></div><div>My hope for getting him this book was to train my son to be a man or athlete of character. Because without character you have nothing. Be an athlete, thats fine! But be one that glorifies God. My prayer being this, that while I support my sons BIG DREAMS and I am his biggest fan, I wanted him to have GOD on his heart first so that if these big dreams are not in GODS plan for him, my son doesn't feel he looses out in life, or is a failure or looses his identity (as so many do).</div><div><br /></div><div> And this devotion not only touched something deep and personal for Hunter.... it touched something very personal to me as his mom. I too have big dreams for my children. I too want them to be successful, happy and all their dreams to come true. But I also want to be the one to show them and guide them that there is someone who has already written the plans for their lives, and if they only trust in those plans while following their dreams.... they can't lose! EVER! Because one way or another either their dreams will be God's plan for them - they win! Or they won't be and if they know and trust God and allow Gods plans be unfolded - THEY WIN!</div><div><br /></div><div>So I printed out todays devotion for Hunter, I wrote a note on it and I intend to frame it for him. On my note I said that this devotion was not only a good one for him as he dreams about his future, but that this devotion is still a great one for myself, Mark and his dad to also read. Being all athletes ourselves having big dreams in sports or acting careers, we all have been there where we felt high hopes of the reality of our dreams right in front of us...... and yet something happened and it didn't turn out exactly how we planned. And although we have felt disappointed, shed our own tears. We are living proof and examples of Dan Frost in todays devotions that DREAMING BIG and FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS is beautiful. Achieving them is the cherry on top. But more importantly its a ROCKSTAR feeling if it all comes about with GOD first in your life and HIM blessing those dreams (or not). And if yours becomes an "or not." You still can get that exciting feeling of mystery knowing that whatever GODS plans are (if not your own plans) its going to be an even more exciting, satisfying and full life you live because it will turn out ......</div><div><br /></div><div>Like you never imagined!!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>Trust me.... I KNOW! </div><div><br /></div><div>Follow your dreams..... hold them loosely and pray for Gods will to be done in your life! Thank him for your gifts. For your dreams. Whatever you do.... do it to GLORIFY GOD and watch out, you may wake up and find yourself living your dream!!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://s176.photobucket.com/albums/w185/mistybaniewicz/?action=view&current=525633_10150628433917000_540996999_9536461_1978332484_n.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w185/mistybaniewicz/525633_10150628433917000_540996999_9536461_1978332484_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-27941357252739996282012-03-11T22:33:00.005-04:002012-03-11T23:08:42.475-04:00What kind of Princess are you raising your daughter to be?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">A great read and so many good points that I grew up being taught. (click link below)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><h2 style="margin-top: 10px; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 1em; "><a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/women/2012/03/the_problem_with_karen_kingsbu_1.html">The Problem with Karen Kingsbury’s Princess Books</a></h2><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "> I never read princess stories. I never played with princess dolls; and I actually cried when I received my first barbie. Not a happy cry either. In away I am very thankful I was a tomboy and that I grew up wanting to do the things that most would only think for boys to do; fishing, camping, climbing trees and learning to take care of myself. I still love to do those things today. In fact, I often struggled to fit in with a lot of girls groups growing up because I was always looking over there at the boys group wishing I could just go do whatever it was they were doing; playing tag, watching sports or tossing the football around. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">When I had my first flat tire, my dad sat on the porch swing and watched as I was left to change the tire myself. I remember being so angry and mad that morning. I was dressed in my cheer uniform and ready for school and then here I was left to figure out my flat tire all on my own. It came in hand later on, for when I had other things go wrong if be my car, situation, relationships; I almost always figured them out on my own, or at least found temporary solutions until I could seek out the long term resolution. My dad sort of had this military (Marine) style in his teachings for us kids. While learning to drive our first cars, we weren't only learning how to parallel park and switch gears of a stick shift. We also were learning how to train our minds to remember our surroundings. This was done in order to help us from getting lost, be able gather our barrings and being able to trace ourselves back out of where we got ourselves in and or how to get back to that particular location again all by remembering the surroundings in a photographic way in our minds. </span><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">I grew up with fire in my heart. I was so independent and I was determined to be a women of strength and success. I dreamed big! I also grew to know the only man I would ever need to rely on was my Heavenly Father. When I started dating, I never allowed boys to pay for my dinners. It was my choice to some how work jobs to have my own spending allowance so I could be free on my dates and not rely on the guys to "take care of me" only to expect something from me later that I wasn't willing to give. My father still to this day loves to tell this story. It was my own choice to live by that rule, but it made my father happy to see how strong I was becoming as a young women. He must have felt he had done something right along the way, right? My response is "yes!" </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">Im glad I didn't grow up in the fluffy world of princess stories and dreams of living my whole life just to get married. As cute as fairytale stories are and I do love my daughter dancing in her tutu's and tiaras...... my tomboy upbringing has given me the ability to be who I am today. I didn't rely on attention from boyfriends to make me happy and secure. I relied on God and all the amazing things I could do on my own in my life. I loved living in my own apartment alone. I loved going to work and paying my own bills. I loved being able to travel the world. It allowed me most of all to see past all the fluff so I could see a man that would love me and become my partner and friend, not a replacement figure of my own earthly father. Or a man to silence my voice, my heart and my dreams just to have my life be only about him. </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">I learned early on that I do have a voice. I was given a mind of my own by my creator. I was given the physical ability to take care of myself. Now that I am married and a mother, I am still that same person, but for the first time I do get to feel like a princess. I have a husband that provides for our family so I can be available for my children and husbands needs, as well as to take care of the home. But at the same time, I am still given the freedom to work at my choice and go after dreams that I have. Too often girls forget they too have dreams and they start to believe that the only way they can be happy is to just get married and start a family...... but there is so much more to life that can be discovered in your marriage if you first learn to be GODS princess and a women full of LIFE and STRENGTH. </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">I look forward to helping my children grow in the man and woman that by Gods grace they will one day be. In fact we are already talking to Hunter about things that he will need to do and understand as part of being a good Godly man. Before even reading this link tonight, I laid in bed with Hunter and quietly told him as he began to fall asleep "I just know you are going to make a wonderful man one day." I didn't go into details, a simple statement to linger in his thoughts as he drifted to sleep. </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">I love the idea of getting to share with my own daughter the things I grew to know from being a strong Godly women. Although I must say, she is far from being a tomboy like her mother. She is as girly as they come, loving her dresses, fancy shoes and baby dolls, and thats okay. However, she can still enjoy all those girly things and while learning to be a an independent women. A women that can also allow her husband to be the man, father and husband in her life that God has called him to be too. Knowing how to acknowledge your independence as a women and not forgetting that about yourself, all the while still getting to be the princess in your role as women, wife and mother.... the lady and princess GOD has called us to be. </div></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">Are you teaching your daughters to be Modern Day Princesses or GODLY PRINCESSES?</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><a href="http://s176.photobucket.com/albums/w185/mistybaniewicz/?action=view&current=303223_10150334963337000_540996999_8504319_1707320663_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w185/mistybaniewicz/303223_10150334963337000_540996999_8504319_1707320663_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-32358666609109518142012-01-05T10:06:00.006-05:002012-01-05T11:12:32.916-05:00ServanthoodWelcome 2012..... <br /><br />Looking back, its been a year or more since I last blogged on here. I had mentioned to my three or four blogging follower/fans/friends on Facebook that I would start back to blogging this year. Or at least that I wanted to. I knew that if I didn't get in one post, that I would procrastinate, get lazy and then the blogging would fall further and further down on my "to do" list. So here I am...<br /><br />Are you ready to tackle on 2012? I am.<br /><br />I don't know about you but 2011 was extremely busy for me. Lets see, at the beginning of the year my daughter at tubes placed in her ears. We since then purchased a house, renting the other house and moved. Moving is never fun and always brings many stresses, but I can say now that its done and over with it. Whew! I was hospitalized twice, once for gallbladder removal and the other was from a flare up. A Chron's flare up. Yes, I was also diagnosed with Chron's disease this past summer of 2011. As if that wasn't enough, my son had a really bad experience at being bullied by kids 5 years older than him from his school hockey team. Hunter at the time 10 years old, a 5th grader was given special permission to play up on the middle school hockey team because he was the only 5th grader student that plays hockey at his private school. My son isn't one to backdown easily, and I instill in him to protect kids that are being bullied and to never bully anyone himself. He is popular among his peers, and the teachers and parents rave about how sweet, charming and caring he is. And he is all of that. I was angry, shocked and frankly pissed off when I learned that my son was the one being bullied for almost 2 months. He didn't say anything about it for so long. But I could tell things where on his mind just by comments he would make here and there. Finally, he had enough and he was starting to feel angry and scared. I finally spent a night laying in the dark of his room next to him in bed, listening to him for an hour tell me things he was embarrassed by, upset by and afraid of that he was experiencing alone by four high school kids on his hockey team. Lets just say that I didn't sleep at all that night. My heart was on fire and burning for my son. It was not minor teasing or getting picked on by older boys in the locker room. It was full on hazing, harassing, bulling and in my opinion criminal. Ill save the details for now.<br /><br />I did however address the situation first thing in the morning. His father and I put together a letter of the details we knew to the headmaster of the school. The boys were questioned, nothing was denied, and a few days later a parent/staff was called to meet and the middle school hockey team was discontinued for the year. Not that all students were being punished, this was my first thought too. It basically came down to the the boys were probably being suspended or taken off the team and it left the team short of players to continue. I was thankful how serious the school took the situation, how they handled it and how quick it was resolved. Although, I was a bit shocked and disappointed to learn through Hunters father and my husband, whom attended the meeting because I was hospitalized my second time that same day. That the parents of the boys were not apologetic, nor did they have any remorse or empathy. They were simply upset that their sons wheren't getting to play hockey for the rest of the season vs their behavior towards a child that was 5 years younger than they. What's wrong with parents these days? Not to forget to mention, we also learned that there were other things that occurred to my son that my son hadn't mentioned to me. So upsetting! So my son lost his hockey team and had to start on a new team in the middle of the season outside of his school. That is a lot for anyone to take on, especially a 10 year old boy. <br /><br />As if that wasn't enough, I also had surgery on both my feet recently. It was a long planned surgery of bunion removal on my feet that was supposed to have been done over the summer. It was pushed back when I became ill and landed in ICU at the hospital for 9 days. What a horrible experience (and scary) that situation was. I am thankful its behind me in 2011. <br /><br />I told you I was ready for 2012.<br /><br />I am ready to take on a new healthier year. A physically healthier year for my daughter and I. An emotionally, mentally and physically healthier year for my son. I am still very thankful for 2011 as there were way more blessings and things to be grateful than all the negatives I listed here. WIth that being said, this is what I have in mind for 2012. <br /><br />No, its not a new year resolution or anything like that. I've decided that I don't "do" resolutions, only to fail them in the first few days or weeks. Instead, I make a resolution just about every day. Why everyday? Because I will make plans or strive for goals but I know I will ultimately slip and break them from time to time. When I do fail along the way, I don't feel that all those days, weeks or months passed have been a complete waste now. It makes it way too easy to quit this way. Making daily resolutions, I don't lose anything and I simply start over right then and there or the next day. Which ever the situation allows me. Example: Make a resolution to be more patient. You probably lose your patience in three days. You try again and you mess up again. Then again and again over the course of the year. Before you know it, you tell yourself you messed up too many times that you give up and quit trying all together. My example is this. Simply make a resolution today that you will be more patient and see how it goes. If goes well, great. Next day the same thing. And so on and so on.... but if you mess up here and there.... just mark it off that TODAY'S resolution was a squash and make a new one right then and there. <br /><br /><br />My start for today, yesterday and tomorrow is simply 'Servanthood'. <br /><br />I want to serve people more. I want to find myself more like Jesus and serve others without feeling I need something in return. That's hard for us 'all about me' humans. We too often find ourselves upset and frustrated that we aren't receiving the kind of treatment, efforts, appreciation, energy or loyalty from those that we are giving all those things to. And then it becomes about us and not what we are doing for others and it robs us of the joy that could be in these moments. I have had a couple of friends on Facebook comment on their status updates experiencing moments of frustration. Feeling being taken advantage of, or let down or unappreciated of their works, their efforts given. If we try to look at ourselves as servants and not as "friends doing friends favors".....we will slowly start being content and happy just doing, without needing or wanting those "unspoken rules and wishes" we have of being treated the same way in return. <br /><br />The GOLDEN RULE - "treat others how you WANT to be treat!" That doesn't say, treat people the way you want them to treat you and then expect them to treat you that way. You will almost ALWAYS be disappointed. People will fail you. They are humans. Its not personal. It's simply they are sinners as you and I and their hearts are also focused on themselves. Its natural and the human heart by nature. Treat others how you want to be treated is the golden rule, but simply treat others Christ like and simply do so for the GLORY OF GOD!!! <br /><br />Be a servant to anyone that you come in contact with simply because you choose to and for the Glory of God. If you can practice doing this, and believe me it takes practice, prayer, God given strength and effort. Then you will see a little at a time that you are not feeling so let down as much. And on the days you do feel let down or frustrated, you will move passed it sooner and not hold on to and linger on the matter. Simply remind yourself you are a servant. Ask yourself what is is you are wanting in that moment that's making you feel disappointed or let down by someone. You will quickly see that it all comes down to the "ME SYNDROME" again. "I'm not getting..... I don't feel.....I just wish......". Stop and remind yourself who it is that you are doing everything that you are doing for... to GLORIFY GOD! And then count all your blessings from HIM and you soon feel humbled because you realize God has been MORE merciful, graceful and abundantly giving to you than you have toward that person that's letting you down. God doesn't have to be servant like to us, but his whole life has been about servanthood. And he lived the perfect life. <br /><br />Read this little message I read today in my devotional. I thought it was perfect and very fitting for my first post of the new 2012 year. <br /><br />Happy New Year! <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s176.photobucket.com/albums/w185/mistybaniewicz/?action=view&current=Servanthood-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w185/mistybaniewicz/Servanthood-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-61778940500766535082010-09-20T00:14:00.002-04:002010-09-20T00:44:48.696-04:00Letters to GodThis weekend we rented the movie "Letters to God." Its based on a true story about a boy with cancer that writes letters to God, but some how they end up in the hands of those all around him, touching everyone in some way that come in contact with one of his letters. It became his legacy and now so many write their own letters to God.<br />
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I actually liked the idea too. Sometimes I feel like I am in constant random conversation with God. A little here and a little there. A pray here and a prayer there. Sometimes I feel so unworthy of even being allowed to talk with or pray to God, because I feel so unstable in my concentration. I feel like I can't stay focused for more than a few seconds before my mind starts wondering off onto to something else. Often times I fall asleep in my bedtime prayers, and often times I wake up in the middle of the night to check on kids, use the restroom and find myself half asleep but still talking with God, or simply just telling him that I love Him.<br />
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I have wanted to write on here so many times and then I don't. Its kind of weird how on random nights, even like this one tonight, I will all of the sudden feel the deep desire to write. Sometimes I think its God wanting to me write. After all who am I do believe that my blogs are all about me, all about my family? In fact, I am learning that a lot of the times, my blog post can often be all about YOU or YOU and even YOU, you quiet ones that never comment. I often sit back and wonder about those that read my blog. Why do they read my blog? Do I really inspire people? Do people really enjoy reading? I don't know, and in truth maybe I don't even need to know. Maybe I just need to allow God to speak through me, in my words on here and let this be about HIM. About HIS glory. His grace. His unending love.<br />
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Sure sometimes it will be about my kids. My emotions. My life. My ups or downs. After all it is my blog. That's just the fun extra stuff. Stuff that I get to look over and back on and just smile and be that more thankful for the ever so many blessings that have circle my life through the years.<br />
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Tonight, I want to write my first letter to God. I have no idea what will come out in my letter for this isn't planned. All I know is that I felt the desire to write to God tonight and I thought I would start writing my own letters to God here on my blog from time to time when I want, and will share them with all of you at the same time. So here it goes.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Tonight while laying in bed I was thinking of so many things. Then I suddenly was reminded that I wanted to write a letter to you. Part of me wonders why, but the other part is a way of me putting down in writing like a journal of my walk with you here on earth. Part of me thinks that it will be my way of really staying focused on what I want to say to you without falling asleep, getting distracted or not being 100% available to you when I am praying or talking with you. I am really bad about taking out those few minutes a day to have quiet time with you. I am sorry for that and hope to not always be like this.</b></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Actually, I can't recall the last time I have had the chance to talk about You to a total stranger. I can't recall the last time I have had the chance to share my story(s) with someone else. I miss that. Hmmm... maybe another reason you blessed me with the love for writing and my blog? But still is that enough? Lord, I want to make you proud. Just like I am always in such a panic to find myself a career that I can be great at and love. I want to feel needed. I want to find my place in this world. I want to feel appreciated, and admired and like I have something to offer. Part of that struggle I have with just being content. Slowing down and enjoying exactly where I am now and today, a young mom, with young children and just focus on my family. Instead, I feel I need to promote myself, grab all the jobs and work I can get modeling/tv, because if I don't this world and that career will soon keep going and leave me behind. Part of me fears of what I will be once it does leave me behind. Will I feel like a failure? Will I all of the sudden feel unimportant or admired by others? I want to feel successful. So why am I struggling so hard to find what your plan for me is? I often say I am a "jack of all trades, but a master of none." I feel like you have blessed me to be so rounded and able to do so many things, and you have and I am. However, I can't seem to just stick to one, commit to one and really do something with it. I almost feel afraid to. Afraid to be a failure at it. Afraid it won't be the right one and I eventually won't feel fulfilled or passionate about it. So many things. I often just keep saying "pray about it, pray about it." So this is part of my prayer. I want to serve you. I want you to use the talents and gifts you have wired in my since before I was born and I want to find my place in your plan. I ask that you please slow me down. Allow me to be okay where I am today, and not in such a rush. Let me enjoy my kids while they are young, instead of being so selfish and wanting to find something about myself or for myself. Show me how to make changes so I don't feel so lonely all the time, or in need of attention. Show me how to find that balance in serving my family, and others for You.</b></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Thank you for this weekend, it was nice and relaxing. Thank you for that little girl that's sleeping so soundly in her bed right now. I loved bringing her in bed with me last night to snuggle, even though I did kick her back out at 3 AM to her own bed, just so I could get some solid sleep. Lord, she is something else. The apple of my eye. She brings me so much joy I could cry thinking about it now. Grow me into the women SHE NEEDS IN HER LIFE. Let me not fail her as her mother. Let me enjoy her today in the moment. Guide me and wrap your arms around us both, so that our bond could never be broken or weakened, but could only grow stronger. </b></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><b>I missed not seeing my little boys hockey games this weekend. Another balance I find really hard sometimes. I have though realized it does seem to be getting easier as he gets older. I know he is in good hands when he is with his dad. I am glad how balance he seems to be despite his family is in two big pieces. He so smart. I see him growing up right before my very eyes. He loves to talk. So I need to ask you Lord to please slow my mind down again, so I can give him focus when he wants my attention too. I don't want to be physically here and mentally some place else, because then Ill miss the good stuff, even some of the important things. Let me show more interest in his "boy" things. Let me enjoy his questions and wonder. He is such a good boy, and is my first love. Sometimes when I go in and kiss him while he sleeps, I imagine that little boy that I miss so much laying there. I remember when it was just the two of us. And although I am oh so thankful for where this family is today, I miss those alone moments with him when it was the just the two of us. Please help me to find that balance there too. Make time for just us two. I miss that little boy and moments like when I allowed him to ride in the front seat just to drive in circles around the parking lot. He would look up at me with those blue eyes, big smile and hold my hand as the happiest little boy on the planet in that moment. Gosh, he is already talking about colleges and careers. Its pretty scary and yet exciting at the same time. Please subside my fears of the possibility that I may not be around for those moments in my children's life. I know its not healthy to worry about tomorrow, when today holds so much of its own right now. Please help me to just hold on to YOU for everything. No matter what Your plan is for any of us, you have us all in your hands. </b></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Thank you for my husband. Sometimes I'm afraid to be thankful because we have been through so much. Afraid that the moment I give praise or thanks, something goes wrong. The devil attacks. We have been through a lot of hurt with each other. Most don't even know that we've been separated (again) for the last several months, except these last two months, until now. Lord, I am thankful that he is still here in my life. That my family is still together. I love that we continue to fight FOR this marriage, even when it is so so hard. Thank you for putting that spirit in him to not walk away, as you have me. I ask that you please continue to work in us, and our marriage. I ask that you continue to protect and guard this marriage, that will ultimately guard and protect this family. This unit. This team. I ask that you allow us to be different. Use us as an example to show the world that family and marriage, is still, in this world and in our today, A GREAT THING!!! I see so much sadness around me. So many hurting hearts and broken families. I beg you to please not give up on us, and use us to be the image of what you intended family to be. </b></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Tomorrow brings a new day. I look forward to what I can do to make you smile. I know I will let you know down a lot. So I ask for you to please renew my heart and spirit each day, or in each moment. Let me look different to others, so they will wonder, and then maybe I can share with them my stories of how you have changed my life around (a few times), and continue to love me and design me for your purpose.</b></span></i><br />
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We have though kept things really busy. Hunter has lost a tooth each week of school to this point (two weeks = two teeth). And only my child that hates to brush his teeth would come up with this as a positive for losing his teeth...<br />
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"Mom, the best part about losing a tooth is that I don't have to brush in that spot anymore." Go figure.<br />
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Tonight, I uploaded calendars into my iCal, in which then will automatically sync with my iPhone. Thanks to MobileME. Its multiple calendars. We have a calendar for school holidays. A calendar for weekend rotations with his dad. A calendar for his hockey practices, games and tournaments. A calendar for what is for breakfast, lunch and dinner. A calendar for what chores need to be done on which days... so on and so on.<br />
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Its good to be organized. In fact, I NEED IT and like it. I can't live life without having 'my list'. I have done list for the last 15 years or so of my life. It keeps me together and sane.<br />
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What I have noticed over the last several weeks, which means summer included, is this. I am going too fast. I am putting things on my 'to do list' and I am doing too much, too fast. I feel like I can't and will never get caught up, so I then try to cram more and more in each day. As to which the moment I clear off two things on my to-do-list, I add five more new things. You know how that goes.<br />
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I look and I ask myself, "why do I do this to myself?" It can't really be healthy. Am I doing it to stay busy so I don't go off the deep end of loneliness, being home all the time with my baby girl and feeling like I am stuck the 'ground hog day' movie every single day of my life?<br />
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I have found that although I am busy, I am then also less here. HERE, as in here with my love ones. HERE with my kids. HERE with my husband. HERE with myself. I feel like my mind is in a constant state of what else needs to get done.<br />
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I find myself struggling to stop and take a moment to myself. Its like I almost feel pressured or guilty if I allow myself a moment of down time or quiet alone time. I can't sit down or slow down, I have to get a,b and c done before this time. And if I get those done, then I can do x,y and z by this time. Then eventually once I get all my things on my list done, THEN I'll have time to myself and for my kids.<br />
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Before I know it, my kids are home and I am starting to feel aggravated and on edge. For what? I don't know, I just feel it. They are asking me for stuff. Distracting me. Whatever it is that kids do.<br />
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Well, if I truly think about it, its because I am not HERE. I am off OUT THERE in my "busy bee" thoughts, my to-do-list, my whatever it may be ..... and I am missing out on what's right here in front of me. Time with my children who want my attention. So that's why my youngest is acting out. I do things with her all the time. I feed her, bath her, dress her and take her to the park. But when is the last time I just sat right there on the floor and played with her? My son who can (and does) talk and talk and talk.... to the point that I sound him out and get back to my own thoughts. Again, I am missing out on these moments when he wants to talk to me. As one day he may not want to talk so much to me. I am not HERE with him. I am OUT THERE.<br />
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I find myself day dreaming. Feeling of constant discontentment. Anxious. Restless. Yet tired and overwhelmed. Lonely, yet busy.<br />
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I stop and ask God to please slow me down, and place contentment in my heart. Take away my selfishness and replace it with thankfulness. Take away my short temper and replace it with joy and patience. To be at peace with my life where it is today and HERE. I focus way too much on what I want to be doing or be in the future, when in truth (in fact to be frank) my future isn't guaranteed to me. I don't know how much time I have left in this flesh, or with my children. I am on borrowed time.<br />
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So I just want to write tonight to remind myself that I need to stop being in a rush. Stop being so busy. Stop being so grouchy. Stop being so displeased. Stop being so anxious. Stop being so frustrated. Stop being so impatient. Stop being .......<br />
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And SETTLE FOR A SLOW DOWN!<br />
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Tonight, I watched the memorial service of a beautiful five year old little girl. She was smart, witty and funny. She was athletic, loved to dance and do gymnastics. They found out she had brain cancer, and with in 10 weeks of her diagnostics, she died after a hard fight. She left behind a hurting mommy, daddy and big brother. I watched videos of her, and boy did she and her brother love each other. They thought everything was fine. There life was active and busy as everyone else's.<br />
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I cried and laughed watching her memorial service while listening to the stories of this little girls big personality. And tonight she reminded me instead of just talking about slowing down.... I still have TIME to act on that slow down.<br />
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So tomorrow when Morgan messes up the beds after I have made them up. I won't get mad, instead I'll be thankful she is here to mess them up. I still have time.<br />
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Instead of yelling at Morgan over and over again to stay out of my shoes in the closet. I will smile and be thankful she is here to walk in them.<br />
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Instead of thinking of all my "to do's" on my list. I will simply ask Morgan "WHAT SHE WANTS TO DO!" And actually DO IT!<br />
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When my son gets home from school instead of half listening to his chatting self, while half thinking of what I want to get to next, or silently wishing he would just not talk for while. I am going to be thankful he can speak and I'll actually listen to him with my full attention. I want to memorize the sound of his voice. I want to trace his entire face with my eyes and know all the details of him and be thankful he is mine.<br />
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SETTLE FOR A SLOW DOWN.Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-81006431067289092472010-08-20T23:09:00.001-04:002010-08-20T23:27:54.748-04:00Private BlogI don't know how you guys do it, but it almost always gets me motivated to get on here and write a post. Trust me, I am always thinking of post to write. However, a thought is pretty much as far as it will get these days. That for your benefit could be a good thing. <br />
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I have been getting more and more emails lately asking why I went private, or if I still plan to blog and can I send you an invite. I thought I would fill you guys in with some answers.<br />
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1. Private - I recently decided for a couple of reasons to go privately. However, the biggest reason of this choice has been more of a professional reason. I am considered a public figure. I work in the public. I am on TV and that is where I would like to grow in my professional career, TV/HOSTING. <br />
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After giving it much thought, I took the position that for now, while I am still a C-level actress trying to not only get my foot in the door, but keep it there, I decided it wasn't best 'professionally' to expose myself or my family, or share so much of my personal thoughts openly I was.<br />
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The argument I had with this for so long is that, I love to blog. It gives me the chance to witness, talks about my God and make friends. I love reading other blogs, praying for others and feeling connected in that way. <br />
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I want to be able to be a public figure and speak proudly and openly about my faith. However, its a little hard to so when you are trying to "get it." I will not allow my career or my status or the "industries" opinion on people with faith shut me up, but I will try to walk this fine line of when it will be a little safer to open back up more freely again.<br />
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In the meantime, going private has allowed me to take some time off, without the pressure that I need to keep up and most as often. Its allowed me to enjoy my summer with my family, focus on my marriage and learn how to get a little more of a healthier balance in my life.<br />
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2. With that being said, YES, I do plan blogging again and continuing to blog. In fact, I want to point my career in a little different direction. I am having new head shots done this year. I am having my website totally revamped and redone. I am really exited. Its going to look up to date and fresh. With that, I plan on adding a public blog section on that. That blog will be more about the work industry of what I do. Sort of let my fans and friends get the inside scoop of what I am doing as I am doing it. Sort of like the ti-bit's I post on Facebook, but this way I can go into more detail and really bring you guys along.<br />
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3. How do you get an invite and how can those not able to read my blog now, know they can get invited? Its just going to be exactly how most of you have gotten the invite. By emailing me and requesting an invite. I don't need a huge following on here. This blog is going to be real, raw, honest, inspirational, funny, my diary, my kids journals and simply MY SPACE! One day it may be a letter to my kids, or a story that I wanted to keep. <br />
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So, if you have requested your invite, you are probably reading this post now. THANK YOU and WELCOME. I am honored to know that some how you have felt linked or connected or inspired or interested in things I have to share or say. <br />
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Oh, and feel free to spread the word. I'll be a little guarded as to whom I invite. I am not going to approve anyone and everyone that sends me their email address asking for an invite. I want to keep this blog a little more intimate and feeling like a "small group" at a large function. As mega churches like to say, "as we grow, we still want to feel small." If you want to come in, then step out and say hello. Introduce yourself and let me get to know a little about you too. I have had more people in the last couple of months that have come out to say hello that have never commented on my blog in the two years I have had it. That's crazy. I have very much appreciated those of you that have taken the courage to step out and say hi to me. <br />
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Ill keep you posted on the new website and blog there so you can join in and show some support and love there.<br />
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Now, enough about that.<br />
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Lets talk about life.<br />
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Summer. WOW, is all I can say. Summer seriously flew by this year. Yet, it felt just enough to allow me to be refreshed and ready to get going on the school year. <br />
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I can't believe my little man is going to the forth grade, and my baby girl is two-years old. Does time continue to go by faster and faster, or will it slow back down? I am trying to figure out if its just us now, or if this is something to be expected. Anyone want to share? <br />
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The hubby and I have been house hunting over the last couple of months. Totally stressful. You know, its starts out fun and all, then as you start realizing you can't afford all the homes that slip into your sight that you fall in love with, you start feeling stressed and pressured to move out of your budget a little more, extend a little more and we realize that is probably why there are so many people in debt. Its SO hard to not get emotional about a home you love, or tell yourself you could move in it as is, which will be the same amount of work you would put into a home that isn't all done up that you would want to do work in eventually. Take a deep breath, that was a long-winded and long run-on sentence. You know what I mean? Lets not forget to mention that people that are on the selling end are in denial, still thinking they can price their home way above the market price. Sadly, but true, there are some people out there that will buy into that trap and buy the homes, which in return ruins it for the other buyers, because then these sellers and realtors take that and run with it, trying to convince the buyers the market is going back up and try to pressure you into a price that is not in an honest ballpark for that home. We are just going to pray about it and know that we are fortunate enough to even have this opportunity to be looking to purchase a new home. We are blessed to both still be working. It will work out the way its meant to work out. In the meantime, I am going to just stay focused on whats here in front of me today, like my healthy kids, my marriage building up (again) and my career having the opportunity to grow. <br />
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Hockey season is starting back up. Tomorrow we have the first scrimmage of the season. This year my little big man will experience his first season of check-hockey. Hunter is very excited about that. We are off to Disney on Sunday (just Hunter and I) along with his grandmother. Its sort of like a makeup trip from our Disney trip last spring break that was totally ruined by rain storms. Its going to be hot, but its our last little get away before the hectic schedules of hockey and school really kick in. I look forward to spending some alone time with my 4th GRADER!!!!<br />
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Well... I could keep going and going, as I have much to catch you all up on, but instead I need to get in bed, for I have an early wake up time for hockey.<br />
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I hope you and yours enjoyed your summer and things are going well in your life. Thanks for checking in on mine.<br />
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</span></i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah when I get where I'm going</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">There'll be only happy tears</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I will shed the sins and struggles</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I have carried all these years</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And I'll leave my heart wide open</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I will love and have no fear</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah when I get where I'm going</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Don't cry for me down here</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I'm gonna walk with my grand daddy</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And he'll match me step for step</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And I'll tell him how I missed him</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Every minute since he left</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Then I'll hug his neck</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So much pain and so much darkness</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">In this world we stumble through</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">All these questions I can't answer</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So much work to do</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But when I get where I'm going</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And I see my maker's face</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I'll stand forever in the light<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Of his amazing grace</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah when I get where I'm going</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">There'll be only happy tears</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I will love and have no fear</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">When I get where I'm going</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah when I get where I'm going</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Just feeling these words today. I am well. </span></span></div></span>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-40431526968036426692010-06-13T23:10:00.001-04:002010-06-13T23:19:36.175-04:00I'm not sure.I know its been a long while since I last said hello or wrote on here. To be honest, I have been so busy. Summers are really busy for me, as I do most of my travels then, kids are home and life gets in a different groove than that of the school year.<br />
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I have received several emails from readers and friends checking in on me, praying for me and asking if I would be back anytime soon to blog again. The answer to that is ...<br />
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I'm not sure!<br />
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I don't feel fully ready to say good-bye to blogging, but part of me feels that I also don't feel the 'urge' or the desire to blog as much. Don't get me wrong, I love to blog. I do. I do. I just feel that I need a little break. So maybe this is all this is, a break. Maybe more.<br />
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Tonight, I had no plans of writing on here. However, I sat down and browsed a couple of other blogs to get the latest on others and here I am. I figured the least I could do is write and tell you that I am well. I know some of my last post prior to having taking a hiatus this long, brought some concerns and questions. I apologize for that. <br />
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I have been going through some trials and storms over the last several months, and still going through them. I am keeping my head up about things and just relying on God. What else can I do, right? I won't load down on you tonight with my laundry list of personal problems. I just thank you for your support, friendship and prayers.<br />
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Speaking of travels, I recently traveled to Bahamas a week and half ago. I filmed an episode of my old travel show I used to host 'Get Out.' I went to the beautiful Paradise Island to swim with stingrays, sharks and visit little islands surrounded with amazing blue waters. It was a blast. My show should air in about 3-4 weeks on HD Net, so if you watch or follow the show check it out. I am sad to say that 'Get Out' (well HD Net I should say) has turned a little 'unrated' it seems with Get Out, and so I won't be doing many of the shows in the future probably. Lindsay also has left as the host of the show. As unfortunate as that is (the show going in that direction) it was and has been an amazing experience all around. As long as I am not asked to do anything unrated, I won't mind guest appearing time to time to have some fun and adventure.<br />
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Speaking of shows, I have recently auditioned to co-shot a new show, totally different from Get Out/ travel stuff. I was called back for a second audition and I feel like I nailed it. However, as anyone knows how this business goes, you never know. I really think it would be an amazing gig to land and it would be something totally fitting for me. If you would maybe add me on your prayer list that maybe this is in the plan (His plan) for me to land this new hosting position. Thanks.<br />
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I was just in NYC this past weekend. A little play and a little work. I have yet to have a bad experience in NYC. I love that city. I enjoyed visiting my dear friend Blair, and walking her dog Bella A LOT! LOL. We took it easy and just enjoyed walks, dining out, a movie, girl talk and the parks. I wish I could have stayed longer, but as I mentioned before I travel in the summer and so I am leaving in two days to Jackson Hole for a Baniewicz Family vacation. Although, its summer and I am ready for the warm weather, we are headed to some pretty chilly to cold weather this week, and possible rain. I don't mind it too much as the activity list planned for this trip looks amazing. Check it out...<br />
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White water rafting down Snake River<br />
A Dusk Safari<br />
Eight mile bike ride<br />
Horse Bike Riding<br />
A ski lift to top of mountains to get a birds eye view of Gods beautiful creation<br />
A sky gazing evening<br />
A chuck-wagon ride into the forest for a dinner and entertainment by cowboys<br />
Massages<br />
Pool, tennis, ready, board games, art time and fishing on the down time.<br />
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Thats just a few of the things on our action packed list. I look forward to seeing the kids enjoy and explore it all the most. <br />
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I'll be around for the first two weeks of July, then I'll be heading to Arizona to shoot with Kawasaki Jet Ski client again. I look forward to that as I get to visit my brother and his family while there. Ill take Morgan with me and my parents will drive up from Texas too, so I'll get to see them as well. In between all of this, Ill be in Boston for a weekend and then Cape Code for a weekend. Spend some time with my girl Lindsay and my boo while he is visiting his dad.<br />
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So there you go. :)<br />
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I do still have one more book to giveaway of Plan B. I hope to do that when I get back during that two week no travel period. If the hosting gig is in my future, Ill start working and filming for that show just in the nick of time after all my travels. I promise to keep you posted on the outcome. I actually hope to have a new blog to add along with a new hosting job. Please pray.<br />
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And I know its a bad no-no to post with out adding pictures, but I have been posting so much on Facebook that all my photos are there. I encourage you to find me there so you can always have the latest scoop. Just click on the Facebook link to the left of my blog and it will take you directly to my page. I am in the works of an online campaign too, that will be mostly done on Facebook and Twitter, so if you have one please find me and follow me. <br />
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Okay-okay... so I really couldn't walk away without at least leaving you with one photo.<br />
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Morgan had her two-year check up a couple of weeks ago. The doctor heard her murmur again. The murmur that was gone once the heart defect healed up and closed up a year ago. As we were told, the possibility of it returning has become our reality. She does have a heart murmur. It is innocent. The pediatric heart doctor said that "she has two strings in a diagonal in the corner of one of the walls her heart. Basically like guitar strings. And said she has a musical heart."<br />
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I laughed and said "well she does love to sing and dance thats for sure." He looked over at Morgan whom was happily sucking on her reward lollipop and asked "do you like to sing?" Morgan with a proud and loud response said "YEAH!!!!!" And without a beat began to sing "Jesus Loves Me" to him. We both laughed, she loved the attention and off we went to finish out our day.<br />
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No mother likes to hear that the heart of your very child has something different going on than "normal." And although the murmur is innocent and "normal" so to speak, I do feel at total peace about it. I said to God on the drive to her heart specialist appointment, "Lord, I have given my trust and my daughter over to you, as she is yours to begin with. If their is anything going on with her heart, You already know about it. I am given the gift of protecting it, guiding it and loving it. So I'll leave the rest of the plans of her heart in Your hands." And that I will.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not to worry. I have ONE MORE BOOK to giveaway. I am just thinking how I want to do this next giveaway. Something creative and different than this last one. Stay tuned.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Also, if you haven't been paying attention to my tweets or following me on <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Facebook </span></b>(click button to left of blog post, since the new link setup they have here on blogger STINKS!), you missed out that I participated in a Model Beach Volleyball Tournament last weekend. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">As captain of the Green Agency, I would like to brag on my team a little. We went in strong, ended the first day in the top seed bracket. On Sunday, we lost a couple of guys and ended up with more losses than wins, eliminating us from the final rounds. Although pretty bummed we lost the following.....</div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Bragging rights for our modeling agency</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">A trophy to have our agency name graved on it to pass it on next year</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">A FREE trip for the entire team to a Nikki Beach resort somewhere tropical (besides Florida) </li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;">We did have an amazing time. I made some new friends, got a really painful sunburn and took some pretty cool pictures. You can click HERE (again since the link setup isn't working here on blog, copy and paste link below in new browser to check out the photos!!!! </div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Congrats again to Heather Matherne!!! </div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Just message me on Facebook your mailing address and I will get that book on its way to you!!! </div><div><br />
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The moment you enter into this world and into my life forever and always.<br />
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The day I saw my little girls face, heard her cry and touched her skin.<br />
The very day that made my life that much better and richer. <br />
The day I would start a journey of learning more about myself as a girl, through loving my daughter.<br />
The day I realized I still had room in my heart to love that much more. <br />
The day I became a mom of a little boy and a little girl.<br />
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Dear Morgan,<br />
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Today, you turn two sweet butterfly. I can hardly believe it myself. As you lay sleeping so sweetly in your crib. I sneak in to grab one last look at you before writing this post. You are curled up on your side, with your hands on each side of your face. You are truly precious and so peaceful when you sleep. Sometimes I go in and just softly stroke your hair, just because I want to touch you one last time before I fall asleep. Sometimes after I pray with you, I will go back in and pray over you while you sleep. You have brought so much joy in this family. You are so full of life, personality and laughter. You are outgoing, so friendly and you make friends wherever you go. <br />
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You love, love, love to talk. Its insane how much you can go on and on and on, talking in your own language. Funny thing is, I understand a lot of it. I have you on video camera talking on the phone and I can't wait to show you when you are older. You are so big. Your hair has grown like crazy over the last year. Its beautiful too. The perfect shade of sandy beach blond, so soft and the cutest curls at the end. I love when the wind blows it in your face and you take both hands at the same time, cover your entire face up with your hands and push the hair back out of your face. <br />
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You love playing, singing and DANCING most. You love your brother and really love to make him laugh. You vocabulary is amazing. It amazes me how much you can understand at only two years old. I still can't believe I just said "two-years-old!" Where has the time gone?<br />
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My sweet little girl. You are simply beautiful. I know we are celebrating your special 2nd birthday, but inside I am celebrating all over again the gift that God placed in my life, when he breathed life into. I will say this any chance I get "I am so honored to have been chosen to be your mother." WOW! What an honor that is. God has chosen you, and HE has a plan for your life....and yet HE chose ME, with all my baggage, my flaws and my imperfections as a human being, to me YOUR mother. <br />
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Sometimes I can imagine you grown up already, and looking into those blue eyes and just talking about life and memories. You are a special little girl. <br />
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You are obsessed with shoes. And I am not kidding. You wake up and the first thing you want is to pick out a pair of shoes to put on. You have a pile of "play" shoes, in which you rotate through them all day long, if it be rain boots, cowgirl boots, high heels, flip flops, moms 'big shoes' or sneakers. You love being girly. You love wearing dresses, letting my blow dry your hair and paint your 'pretties' finger nails. <br />
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I remember the first time you said "I wuv you"... you were getting reading to go some where with daddy. I was putting you in the car seat and out of nowhere, all on your own, you say "I wuv you." It took both your dad and I by such surprise. It totally melted my heart. I still get butterflies in my tummy thinking about that very moment. You wake up and you say "good morning" with a smile. <br />
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You are also really figuring out how to do the full body tantrums. You are surely a strong child and with a feisty personality. Right now it can be a challenge because there is no negotiating when you go into a full blown tantrum, but I know if we direct it in the right direction all that strength you show, we will make a strong women out of you. <br />
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You love watching Dora, Elmo, Scooby-Doo and Wizard of Oz. You say "Oz" when you want to watch Wizard of Oz, and you say "Da Da Da Dora" when you want to watch Dora. And 'da da da Dora" is the theme song that you sing off. You love books. You love to be outside. You love to look at and touch every tree you see. YOu give them hugs and look to see if you can find a bug on each tree. It takes a long time to make it around the block on our walks for that very reason. You love chasing the ducks out of the back yard. You love to play with balls.<br />
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You may even express what a good person you are, and all the good deeds you do for others. How you love people with all you have. You give, you pray and you love unselfishly. Yet, still things turn dark and your world is broken. Dreams are shattered. Fears begin to sneak in and attack your every thought. You feel panic approaching behind you at any second. You freeze. You almost forget to breath.<br />
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People will say they'll pray for you, but that doesn't give you any answers, or any direction to start heading in while you are still stunned by all the pieces of your life you see scattered on the floor around you.<br />
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This wasn't your plan. <br />
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What happens when God doesn't show up the way "you" thought HE would?<br />
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As I have mentioned on my blog a few times, Pete Wilson, has written a book just about that titled <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">PLAN B</span></span>. He is a pastor in Nashville and his first book "Plan B" is here. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Pete Wilson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Author of <i>Plan B</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I have been in touch with him over the last several weeks and its been confirmed that I have the privilege to have a giveaway here of TWO of his books.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wait... there is more. Although, not yet confirmed, I am pretty certain I can talk Pete into shipping out two 'signed' copies of this book. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll reconfirm that once I get actual confirmation. Not sure if Pete will actually have the books in hand himself and ship them to the winners, or if it will be done through publishers. I am working on that.</div><br />
Either way... you have a chance to WIN a FREE copy of his book "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">PLAN B</span></span>."<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Since this is a gift from someone else that I get to giveaway, there is going to be some effort needed (a little) on your end.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are wanting to help promote this book. Someone out there is in need of this book in their life. Maybe you, someone you know or someone you are totally unaware of but is either a friend of yours, follows you on Twitter, Facebook or your Blog. While you try to win your own free copy of this book, lets get the word out there for others who may also really need to read this book. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also am getting a copy and can't wait to read it. So here is what I am asking of you to spread the word and increase your chance of winning your own FREE BOOK.</div><br />
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<ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Leave a comment here at the end of this post letting me know you want to win</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Friend me on <a href="http://facebook.com/profile.php?ref=profile&id=540996999">Facebook</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/mistyrice20">Twitter</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Tweet about this giveaway and book</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Post about it on your own Facebook profile</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Blog about it</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Post about my blog and this giveaway on your own blog (5 extra points)</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Mention my blog on any of the three locations (Facebook, Twitter, Your Blog)</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;">{Copy and paste this link in your Twitter, Facebook and Blog post} (<b>http://www.mistyrice.me/</b>)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When you leave your comment let me know what out of the list above you have done. For each item you can check off above, you get a point. That means for each point you get, that is the number of times your name will go into the drawing for the giveaway. </div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first giveaway will end next Thursday (April 15th) at midnight. I'll announce the winner sometime by the weekend. That gives you a full week to get the word out about this book and blog about it. If you tweet <b>multiple times</b>, or mention it in your status MY BLOG (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><b>www.mistyrice.me</b></span>) and the GIVEAWAY during this week, leave me another comment so I can check it out and add that to your count. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sound like fun? I think so. I am super excited about this giveaway.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So go out and spread the word.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also, although I couldn't resize this video to fit my blog post, I wanted to share it anyways for those that have not had the chance to see it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here is the video promo of the book "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">PLAN B</span></span>" that I filmed on my visit to Nashville. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There you have it (Part I, Part II and Part III) of my trip to Nashville. A pretty exciting trip all done in a 24 hour period. Crazy right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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I traveled to Nashville to film a video promo for<a href="http://withoutwax.tv/2010/04/01/a-range-of-emotions/"><b> Pete Wilson's</b></a> book 'Plan B'? </div><div><br /></div><div>You will have to check out <a href="http://theytakemybreathaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/plan-b-nashville-part-i.html">THAT</a> post for photos and video from the filming shoot if you missed it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Do you remember me also saying that I had negotiated Pete a little 'trade out' for my travels to Nashville?</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you also remember me saying that I would write another post with those details?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, lucky you... this is that post today. *smiling* Its seems like months ago, but this was only February. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>By the way, are all of you ready for Easter this weekend? I am finding it harder and harder to prep for anything ahead of time like I used to do so well. I am becoming more and more of procrastinator and I don't like to say that out loud. I don't considered myself to be one to procrastinate at all. I am a go getter and doer. Until these last couple of years now having two children, schedules and travels to keep up with, I now seem to plan for holidays, birthdays and special occasions at the last minute.</div><div><br /></div><div>My point is...... I am going shopping this evening after Morgans nap for the "Easter Bunny."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Nashville Part II.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div>Once upon time......</div><div><br /></div><div>Just kidding!</div><div><br /></div><div>Two-years ago this month, I was a pretty BIG pregnant <s>girl</s> women, ready to burst. My dear BFF told me of another pregnant women and of her blog. We (the blogger and myself) had the same exact due dates of April 14th. Both of us were also carrying daughters. I thought how fun and exciting, and I couldn't wait to get online to check out her blog. </div><div><br /></div><div><center> <a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/?action=view&current=untitledevent-0.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/untitledevent-0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, my BFF being the best of friends she is, would not allow me to view this bloggers website until AFTER I had given birth to my own daughter. That of course, for me, is NOT cool. I went into asking question after question, for I wanted the details and to know WHY? I don't like being in suspense at all. </div><div><br /></div><div>She would not share no matter how many times I bugged her about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>On April 14, 2008 at 8:16 AM I gave birth to my healthy beautiful daughter <s>MacKenzie</s> Morgan Paige. It was a beautiful spring day in Florida. I remember it well. </div><div><br /></div><div><center> <a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/?action=view&current=DSC02538.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/DSC02538.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>About a week or so after going home with my new bundle of joy, my BFF finally gave me the link to that blog. </div><div><br /></div><div>I remember getting the kids down for bed, husband in bed and I was sitting up on the couch alone with my laptop reading her blog. Tears begin to fall, my heart ached and broke for what I was reading.</div><div><br /></div><div>Her story touched me so deeply, and I instantly grew a bond with her forever. </div><div><br /></div><div>A lot of us being in the same blogging circle know her well and her daughter's story. </div><div><br /></div><div>Her beautiful daughter Audrey Caroline, was diagnosed with a heart defect and wasn't expected to make it to birth. A week before her due date, her mother was scheduled for a c-section to deliver her little girl. On April 7th, Audrey Caroline was born, and she lived for 2 1/2 hours. Her mother was able to hold her, hear her little heart beat, kiss her, feel her breath and see her eyes. After 2 1/2 hours in her mothers arms, and her sisters sitting on the bed around her and their mother, she quietly slipped away and into the opened arms of Jesus, her Heavenly Father. </div><div><br /></div><div>I cry as I type this, thinking about her story. I remember how I felt the first time I read her story and two years later I still feel that way. </div><div><br /></div><div>April of 2008... two mothers due on April 14th. Two mothers gave birth to their daughters. Only one mother went home with her arms full, and the other went home broken hearted and with empty arms. </div><div><br /></div><div>Something about that seems so unfair. Even though I am the mom with the full arms.... it still feels unfair. </div><div><br /></div><div>April 2008, one angel God chose to stay for His purpose, and one chosen to return early for HIS purpose. Little Audrey Caroline has touched so many lives in her months in her mothers womb and her brief 2 1/2 hours here on earth. I only hope and pray that I can reach that many lives and share the story of my Savior as that little redhead beauty has. I hope that I am able to raise my daughter in a way that is pleasing to Jesus. That she becomes a so filled with her own love for Jesus, that she'll be used by her creator to tell a beautiful story that was written by Him. </div><div><br /></div><div><center> <a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/?action=view&current=E9620_Smi_0346.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/E9620_Smi_0346.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A year went by and here we are with another passing year. Has it already been two-years? Two years since my little princess was born, and two years since her little princess took her last breath? A part of me is sad in many ways. Sad because my little girl is growing up so quickly, and very sad to see that my new friend isn't getting to celebrate the birthday of her little girl once again. Instead, its another hard milestone to face. </div><div><br /></div><div>I read her blog (every post) and I always admire her beauty, her strength and even her humor. I had hoped to meet her one day, and always imagined what that greeting would be like. I imagined us both just meeting eye-to-eye, face-to-face with an instant bond, huge hugs and tears down both of our face. I simply just wanted to hug her. Not that she necessarily would want to hug me back the same. </div><div><br /></div><div>Never did I know this day would actually come, and I would have the chance to meet her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Nashville and Plan B came into the picture. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am sure most of you know who I am talking about.... and with out further waiting. I asked Pete if he would have any pull with setting it up so that I could meet my sister in Christ, <a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Angie Smith</span></b></a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not only did Pete know Angie well, she also attends his church where he is the pastor. He wrote me back with wonderful news and a few more surprises. </div><div><br /></div><div>1) Yes, that he was able to set it up so that I can meet Angie. </div><div><br /></div><div>Angie, also knew of me, as we had been in communication through the blogging world, and as well she new my BFF and a couple of others from my church. Small world, right? </div><div><br /></div><div>To my surprise she told Pete she knew who I was and was just as excited to meet me. </div><div><br /></div><div>As if that wasn't exiting enough, Pete also told me that her husband <a href="http://selahonline.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Todd Smith</span></b></a>, who is a singer in the band Selah, whom was supposed to be out of town, is now in town, and will also be joining in that greeting. He made dinner reservation for his wife<a href="http://brandiandboys.wordpress.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> Brandi</span></b></a>, (whom I call a friend of mine now) himself, me, Angie and Todd Smith. </div><div><br /></div><div>2) I then get another email a few days later saying that one of Angies BFF's, and also blogger/mommy, <a href="http://jessicaturnersblog.blogspot.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Jessica Turner</span></b></a>. Whom I also follow and know through blogging. That her and her husband, Matthew Turner, also wanted to join us for dinner. </div><div><br /></div><div>WOW!!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>What an unexpected, joyful, wonderful and amazing surprise for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I arrived in Nashville. I filmed the video. The book will be released in one month now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then evening falls and its time for dinner. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yet, I am given another surprise. </div><div><br /></div><div>Angie and her entire family are meeting us at The Wilson's home, so her little girls can hangout with their little boys (3 girls and 3 boys, by the way). </div><div><br /></div><div>Its time. </div><div><br /></div><div>They arrive, the doorbell rings and my heart beats with excitement and I must admit, I'm a little nervous. I didn't want to play out my original imagined greeting there in the house in front of all the kids and other adults. So I gathered my composer, I walked around the corner and I see three beautiful little girls walk through the door and one of the most beautiful women (inside and out) that I have ever met. We both smiled, hugged and smiled again. I am quickly introduced to her daughters, Ellie, Abby and Kate, and her husband Todd. </div><div><br /></div><div>They are everything you would expect them to be in person, and much more. What a lovely, God centered and God loving family. </div><div><br /></div><div>We finally get the kids settled in with the sitter and we load up in Pete and Brandi's car. The cold air so crisp and fresh. </div><div><br /></div><div>You would have thought we've all been friends for years during that drive to dinner. We were talking and laughing, telling story after story. It was a very humbling and rewarding moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once we arrived at our dinner place, Bri Bistro Italiano (need I say more?). We are quickly greeted by Jessica and Matthew. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, I seriously started to wonder if everyone in Nashville were as nice as these folks I am having the pleasure to eat dinner with tonight. Jessica gave me a hug, I shook Matthew's hand and instantly became friends. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jessica is one smart cookie. This girl is fun, and loves to share in on good deals. Such a great personality and big heart for moms. Matthew, a doting dad, and a blogger himself. I need to find his blog again. They are new parents to a little boy, and both just love him and God so much. Such a pleasure to have met them.</div><div><br /></div><div>As we are seated around our dinner table, the conversations all quickly begin, the food is being ordered and laughter fills the room. At one point I remember fading off into my own thoughts for a second, while looking where I was sitting. I was sitting with some amazing people. I felt that God was up to something but I wasn't sure what exactly. All I know is that in that moment, everything was right. I felt blessed. </div><div><br /></div><div>At another moment, I remember sitting there thinking about Angie as she sat there next to me, telling many of her funny stories. And she had lots of funny stories. As she was talking, I remember thinking of Audrey. Thinking "this beautiful mother next to me, lost her child." I quickly had to break my thoughts or I would have just lost it right then and there. I honestly just can not imagine that kind of loss or pain. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, I remember thinking that I had not mentioned Audrey at all. I didn't want to be the one to bring up something so fragile and painful. I also didn't want to be just another one of those that didn't bring it up, like it was the forbidden fruit to talk about, or to have her feel that she wasn't able to talk about her daughter with me. When I saw the door open for a moment to ask her, I gently tapped her arm and said "I think about Audrey often." She smiled, her eyes so gentle and you could tell how much joy it brought to her just to have heard the name Audrey. As we talked for a moment, we also got to talking about her current pregnancy. What a beautiful pregnant lady she makes. She had the "glow" although before dinner that evening she wasn't feeling all that well. This pregnancy has made her tired. She is expecting another daughter and soon she will be the mother of five princesses. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ahhhh.... what a night. What a trip. </div><div><br /></div><div>I still sit here all wide eyed and amazed, how God shows us HIS love, beauty and grace every single day. I often wonder how often does God try to say hello to me in some subtle way that I miss every day, or take for granted? </div><div><br /></div><div>Because of conflict in schedule of work and travels, I wasn't going to make that trip to Nashville. Someone else would have filled in my spot. Instead, God said "no, this is YOUR trip Misty. I have some special people for you to meet." </div><div><br /></div><div>And that I did. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center> <a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/Nashville%202009/?action=view&current=Nashville1-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/Nashville%202009/Nashville1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/Nashville%202009/?action=view&current=Nashville2-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/Nashville%202009/Nashville2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And as if that wasn't exciting enough..... I have MORE SURPRISES to come (Nashville Part III). You are going to like this. </div><div><br /></div><div>Look out for that post to come very soon. Not like in a couple of months soon, but in like a day or two soon. Its so exciting that I can't wait to write the post and publish it already. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hope you and yours has a very blessed Easter holiday. </div><div><br /></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-23486672503263767382010-03-26T06:00:00.001-04:002010-03-26T06:00:05.530-04:0018 days....and my butterfly will be two years old. I can't believe it. Sniff. Sniff.<div>
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<br /></div><div><center><a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/?action=view&current=IMG_3816.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/IMG_3816.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-44067099257315049602010-03-25T11:00:00.003-04:002010-03-25T11:29:19.269-04:00contagious<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:4.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dictionary entry overview: What does contagious mean?</span></b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:20.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">• </span><a href="http://www.audioenglish.net/dictionary/contagious.htm#adj"><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:#FF6600;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">CONTAGIOUS</span></b></span><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></b></span><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:#7EBE00;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(adjective)</span></b></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> The adjective </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">CONTAGIOUS</span></b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> has 2 senses:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">1.</span></b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> easily diffused or spread as from one person to another </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">2.</span></b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> (of disease) capable of being transmitted by infection</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:20.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Familiarity information: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">CONTAGIOUS</span></b></i></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> used as an adjective is rare.</span></i></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:6.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:4.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dictionary entry details</span></b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:6.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:4.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">• </span></span><span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:Verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">CONTAGIOUS</span></b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></b></span><span style=" color: rgb(126, 190, 0); font-family:Verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(adjective)</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7.0pt;color:#333333;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:4.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;color:#7EBE00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:4.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;color:#7EBE00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b> <!--StartFragment--> </b></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;color:#7EBE00;"><b><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><b>Meaning:</b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;">Easily diffused or spread as from one person to another<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><b>Context example:</b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;">a contagious grin<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><b>Similar:</b></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://www.audioenglish.net/dictionary/infectious.htm"><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"><b>infectious</b></span></a> (easily spread)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:4.0pt;margin-left:40.0pt;line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">When we think of the word 'contagious' we normally think of something bad. It typically says to our brain "stay away" and "don't come in contact".</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Today we are going to think of 'contagious' as something wonderful and tell your brains to "catch it" and to "try and get it."</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">My example for today is my neighborhood crossing guard.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I don't know his name. I have never had a conversation with him (until this morning), becuase with his kind of words, there is no need for more sometimes.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I have wanted to take his picture to show as an example many times, but didn't want him to think I was weird or anything. Instead, I looked online and found other photos of cross-guards to use in this post. However, I just had to get HIS photo, because I want to give you a face of the man that I am talking about.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">This morning on my way to take Hunter to school, I rolled down my window and said hello, and asked if I could take his photo. In which he joyfully smiled. It gave me the opportunity to A) say hello to this friendly stranger I see every day and B) use this as an example to not only myself, but to my son.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The conversation went like this:</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me:</span> Honey, you see this guard here on the right?</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Hunter:</span> Yea.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me:</span> Watch him when I pull up, he will be smiling.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Hunter:</span> How do you know?</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me</span>: Because, he smiles every day, haven't you noticed?</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Hunter:</span> (Looking with curiosity out of the window)</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me:</span> See, he is smiling as he always is.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">(I pull up to the stop sign and roll down my window)</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me: </span>(to cross-guard): Good morning. I was just telling my son about your contagious smile.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Crossguard: </span>Good morning (with a hand reaching to his hat, as he nods his head in a delightful greating).</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me: </span>Do you mind if I take your picture and use you as an example?</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Crossguard:</span> I just hope there isn't anything in my teeth. (smiling)</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me:</span> Thank you and have a wonderful day.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me:</span> Did you know that by choice that gentleman chooses to smile every day? Noone knows what his week has been like, or if he had a bad morning or if his life isn't all fun and joy right now. Because even if it was, he makes the choice to smile and be happy and thankful with his life today, and now.</span></span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">He could choose to just stand there, be grumpy and not smile or look anyone in the eye. But he chooses other wise.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Just like you chose to express attitude this morning over something small. You need to learn to make better choices in the type of attitude you want to express and show to those around you. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I want you, buddy, to practice being positive and contagious, and see how many people you can make smile and feel good in your day.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Then, I gave him an example for him to use at school today.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">There is a young girl in his class that for whatever reason will do things that are gross, out of dares of her classmates, just to get the attention from them. Her recent stunt, licking the classroom floor with her tongue. They all laughed at her and say how gross she is. Although, she laughs with them and doesn't seem to mind it, I think later it could, or maybe already is when she is by herself and not having to put up the "front" to her classmates.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Me: (continuing)</span> Hunter, if they try to dare her to do something today, or she is even asking for a dare. Its all because she just wants attention. Why don't you surprise her, stand up for her and say something like "Julie (name change for her privacy), I think you are funny without having to do anything gross. You don't have to do gross stuff to make me laugh." </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Maybe those little words by one person can change the way she feels about herself and how she feels she needs to behave to get the wrong kind of attention.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Now, if only we 'adults' can have that same kind of class. Well, we can, but most of us choose not to. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I always laugh and say that we are just a bunch of over grown kids ourselves, some never willing to just grow up and be mature. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">So, today I encourage YOU to make a choice and choose to be CONTAGIOUS. Be contagious in our body launguage, your facial expressions, your tone and your words. Choose to smile today and pass the contagiouness on. Make someone else smile today.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Today, I ask, who can I bless today? How can I be contagious? How can I choose to make a positive choice over a negative choice? Yesterday, I had a choice in my life, in a very important area of my life. I chose to do make the contagious and positive choice, and boy am I thankful I did.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Because, at the end of the day, I too was blessed. My family was blessed. And it simply felt nice to put a smile on someone else faces and bless that person even more. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Try it, I dare you. Go out and be contagious! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Oh, and while I am at it, say hello to your cross-guards. He/she may not be as happy and smiley as mine, but maybe your hello can make them smile at that very moment! Make their day. Appreciate your cross-guards. Even if you can't stop, roll down your window and smile, honk your horn and give them a big smile and wave. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">You can say a lot without words, just like this fella in this photo does everyday!!! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"></span></p></span></b><center><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/?action=view&current=photo-19.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/photo-19.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </b><p></p> <!--EndFragment--></center></span>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-13686636721493101392010-03-21T21:33:00.009-04:002010-03-22T09:22:53.057-04:00paperI hope everyone had a warm and sunny weekend like we did here in South Florida. Oh, ooops, where are my manners. Sorry my TEXAS friends and family, just had to rub it in a little. <div><br /></div><div>Seriously, nine inches of snow in TEXAS, in March?? Whoa! </div><div><br /></div><div>My mom sent me this little video via text message of her snow filled yard she woke up to this morning. I never had snow like that as a kid that I can remember in Texas. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, it was indeed very beautiful here this weekend. I ended up spending Saturday afternoon at the baseball field watching my little man play an awesome game. The ending was such a fun one to watch. Then I got home and went to the pool for a couple of hours. I met this really beautiful young 22-year-old college girl. I asked her if I can take the chair next to her and the conversation quickly began with no pause. She was studying finances and already has been offered a job in Manhattan come 2011. We talked about life, boyfriends, careers, marriage, the future, children and so much more. I often found myself admiring her long beautiful blonde hair and her youthful tall (5'10") figure and full lips with beautiful teeth. Part of me wanted to envy her and throw myself a pitty party of feeling so old. After all we were 10 years apart. </div><div><br /></div><div>But as we sat there chatting and getting along so well, the age gap disappeared. She really had her head on strong, and suddenly I didn't feel so old sitting next to her. I just felt like a girl chatting with a another girl. After all that is what we really are, just two girls sitting there chatting. </div><div><br /></div><div>There were so many things from Beth Moores book coming to mind as I sat there and spoke with her. I took that very opportunity to share some of the book with her and hopefully sent her on her way feeling a little more secure at 22 years old, as I am trying to be at 32 years old. It was refreshing to be outside and hear someone of her age to be so mature. </div><div><br /></div><div>But lets not talk about the two hour <s>sunburn</s> suntan on one side of my body and face I walked away with. I guess, if you see another blonde girl with the opposite side of her body sunburned as well, you will know who my acquaintance was. *giggle*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, a guy sent me a letter this morning that he wrote and gave to his pastor and wife. He and his wife were struggling of their 23 year marriage. He wanted a divorce. He didn't share details with me, but he said he had been reading my post and that God placed it on his heart to share with me. I asked him if I could share his letter with everyone here on my blog. </div><div><br /></div><div>He replied:<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">YES, You may use it!! For I think that ALL MEN should hear this!!! </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div>Here is what he wrote to his wife and shared with his pastor:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hello,<br /><br />First, let me thank you for allowing me to stand up today! I wanted to say more about the Paper, Sorry for not giving you one!! </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />God has brought a SIMPLE piece of paper in my life to see what I have!! PLEASE, Let me tell you the story??<br /><br />I was getting ready to write something on a PLAIN piece of paper one day and I was told to stop! It was like someone telling me to just look. I looked at the paper over and over, then I heard "turn it over." When I did, it was the same as the other side. "Now, look back at the other side with a magnifying glass. Do you see the imperfections?" Yes! </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This piece of paper is like US! On the outside we look pure, but if you look closer you can see that we are not. Is ALL paper the same? NO! Like us we are ALL different on the INSIDE. </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />While looking at the paper, I noticed how delicate it was, like a woman's heart. Then... I was to tear it. It tore easy, like a woman's heart does. And then I wrote something on the paper then erased it. Is it really ALL gone? NO... some of it still remains. Does it ever go away? We would hope, but it does not. </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I can tell you that about 2 months ago "I" was ready to give up on our marriage! I had had enough!! This is when all this paper thing came about! I was asked to look at both sides of the paper........ They look the same to me, so WHY? I was asked "do you think that the grass is greener on the other side?" I had to stop there, take a long look at myself! WOW.... Its not! Its the exact same! </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My wife, she asked of 3 things of me that is dear to her heart. I really had a set back, because "I" wasn't giving that to her. I was starting to see were this was going! I was scared! </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I have made a commitmeant to look at my marriage a different way than I was looking at </span></i></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">it</span></i></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></i></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Now, I see my bride like I saw her almost 23 years ago! I have a lot of work to do and I intend not to stop! In other words, I will finish what I started!<br /></span></i></span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wow. Right? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I know. He told me he could tell I was a very Godly Women and to stay that way. That he had once turned away from God, angry at him for things physically happening to him over the last few years. He asked if I would just pray for him and he would pray for me the same.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Most of my readers are female. Occasionally, I will get a brave male reader to step out and say hi, or comment about a post I have written. One male reader once said that although my blog is predominately geared towards women, that the way I write, is refreshing and interesting. He liked hearing things from a 'womens' perspective. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So, maybe tonight, this letter was placed on this guys heart to share with me, because there is someone out there that maybe needs to read it also. And since he doesn't have a blog to share it on...... its being shared here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><center> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/76532743_fac36b13eb-1.jpg" /></span></center></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I think it is important for all of us to simply take the time and be aware of how we communicate with one another. Too often people forget to use their "sensitivity chip" that we all have programed in us. We get too caught up in our own thoughts, words and feelings that we forget about how we could be making the person around us feel.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been guilty of this SO MANY TIMES. I have also been victim of it SO MANY TIMES. </div><div><br /></div><div>Although, that letter was written to his wife. It can be used as an expression for all of us as human beings. We are all fragile. We are all the same, but different in many ways too. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love visuals and I will never look at a piece of paper the same. I want to take this myself and practice being more sensitive to those I come in contact with. Be more aware of my words, my facial expressions and let them know I am there. </div><div><br /></div><div>This goes for our kids too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Way too often adults (parents) are so caught up with being parents, that they forget they're children, and are just as fragile. I see it a lot in the sports active parents/kids. Parents often forget how easily their words can hurt a child. Words that will stick with that child for a long time, and may never fully be erased from their memory or hearts. </div><div><br /></div><div>We all demand respect. Everyone deserves respect. Your husbands, your wives and your children. So the next time you feel like being selfish and just spewing out your words.... think of the delicacy of the person you are looking at and think "PAPER." </div><div><br /></div><div><center> <img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/paper-1.jpg" /></center></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-72815696564116701142010-03-20T22:13:00.008-04:002010-03-20T22:59:16.241-04:00b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l.<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><div>Mirror....Mirror... On The Wall. </div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i>Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror. James 1:23</i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><b>This is how I want to feel to those that mean the most to me</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I want to be beautiful<br />Make you stand in awe<br />Look inside my heart,<br />and be amazed<br />I want to hear you say<br />Who I am is quite enough<br />Just want to be worthy of love<br />And beautiful<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is how I feel when I stand up against the world. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Sometimes I wish I was someone other than me<br />Fighting to make the mirror happy<br />Trying to find whatever is missing<br />Won't you help me back to glory<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><b>But this is what I feel when I remember the one who created me, and has written out my life and its purpose, before I took my first breath. </b></span><br /><br />You make me beautiful<br />You make me stand in awe<br />You step inside my heart, and I am amazed<br />I love to hear You say<br />Who I am is quite enough<br />You make me worthy of love and beautiful</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Lyrics By: Bethany Dillon)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">Do you feel beautiful today? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">I do. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">But not all the time. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">I would probably say, not a lot of the time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">Why?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">Because when you are going through such hurting times, or you feel so uncertain, confused and even lost in your ways, or the direction you should be going. Its hard to feel safe, or right and at peace. Instead, you feel lonely, unloved, insecure and unattractive. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">A young reader sent me this scripture the other night and it hit home with me. I thought I would share it with you all. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:'Century Gothic', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><b>God said</b></span> "But I'll take the hand of those who don't know the way, who can't see where they're going. I'll be a personal guide to them, directing them through unknown country. I'll be right there to show them what roads to take, make sure they don't fall into the ditch. These are things I'll be doing for them- Sticking with them, not leaving them for a minute" Isaiah 42:16 MSG. </i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">Tonight, I sit in my home alone. In a quiet house. The only sound I hear is the clicking of my keyboard and the dead ringing of silence in my ear when I pause. Well, and that strange knocking sound my refrigerator just made. Sheesh... I am trying to have moment here and satan uses the refrigerator to distract me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>And here! </b> (you will know what I mean by that by the end of this post!) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">Too often I feel so unloved. Too often I feel so unattractive. And when I start to feel that way and ask myself "why am I feeling this way?" I am quickly reminded who it is that am putting myself up against. The world? People that don't love me as much as I wished they did? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">But when I turn to the right person.... the one that calls me "mine".... at that moment I get a glimpse of the beauty I know that HE sees in me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">And I feel beautiful. And loved.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#404040;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><center> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/Misty10.jpg" /></span></center></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size:medium;">Tonight, I want to say a prayer for anyone that isn't feeling so beautiful today, or that loved. I want to remind you (and myself) that we are loved. We are beautiful. Look in GOD's mirror, not the worlds. Look to His word and obey it and trust it. Don't fall into the insecurity traps that satan sets up all around us. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">Have you ever watched the movie "Over the Hedge?" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><center> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/Over.jpg" /></span></center></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">In brief its about wild animals that meet the suburban life... and at one point the humans set up traps to catch and kill the wild life entering their yard. As the wild life make out their plans to invade, they show a map were all the human traps are set up all around the outside of the home.... and basically there was a trap...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">and here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">and here and here and here and here....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">AND HERE! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">In every direction you turn. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">Satan has set up so many traps all around us, just waiting for us to hit one and fall. Fall flat on our face. To feel alone. To feel unsafe. To feel abandoned. To feel unloved. And ugly. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;">And again God said:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:'Century Gothic', serif;">"But I'll take the hand of those who don't know the way, who can't see where they're going. I'll be a personal guide to them, directing them through unknown country. I'll be right there to show them what roads to take, make sure they don't fall into the ditch. These are things I'll be doing for them- Sticking with them, not leaving them for a minute" Isaiah 42:16 MSG. </span></span></span></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-36386234845754584872010-03-16T09:48:00.008-04:002010-03-16T11:36:18.653-04:00No such thingas perfect people. <div><br /></div><div>I owe everyone an apology. As I said in my last post, I have never fasted before. Ever. With having never fasted before, I also didn't know that when you do choose to fast, you are not supposed to tell others, or share it or 'boast' about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wasn't boasting about it on my blog. My heart is not of that nature. I was simply giving everyone the explanation why I wouldn't be on my blog, Facebook or Twitter, so when you didn't receive a reply from me, you knew it was because I was away. </div><div><br /></div><div>I apologize for not knowing the scripture more on this, but now I do and I have learned. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you all for the prayers, emails, comments and support. Sometimes you can feel so alone in this world, right? Thank God for not letting us actually BE alone in this world. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am back, and boy did I have an interesting week. I am pretty tired today, as I had a pretty rough night last night. </div><div><br /></div><div>I continue to need your prayers. I really do. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll share when the time is right, but don't worry, GOD knows exactly what I am dealing with. He knows my hurts, my fears and my hearts plea. </div><div><br /></div><div>I do need a miracle. </div><div><br /></div><div>God may have decided to close that door for me, and that's okay. I am still blessed and I still believe with all my heart and soul that He has GREATER things ahead for me. I have to keep my head up and my strength up for that. </div><div><br /></div><div>This morning I ended up over sleeping an hour and my son was late to school. Although, he didn't seem to mind. I was that exhausted after my day and evening yesterday. I woke up this morning feeling like I have been hit with a ton of bricks, and the bricks are all just sticking to me like this huge massive weight as I walk around. Ugh. </div><div><br /></div><div>But this morning while making up the beds I heard this song come on 'Perfect People' and it caught my ear and I know God was saying hello to me and reminding me that 'there are no such thing as perfect people" and that I am free from trying to find away to be perfect. I am free of trying to be the perfect wife. I will never be. I am free from trying to be the perfect mother. I will never be. I am free from being the perfect women. I will never be. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I am <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial;font-size:14px;"> "fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalms 139:14</span></div><div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">Never let them see you when you're breaking<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And never let them see you when you fall<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">That's how we live<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And that's how we try<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">Tell the world you've got it all together<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And never let them see what's underneath<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">We cover it up with a crooked smile<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">But it only lasts for a little while<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">There's no such thing as perfect people<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">There's no such thing as a perfect life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">So come as you are, broken and scarred<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">Lift up your heart and be amazed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And be changed by a perfect God, yeah<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">Suddenly it's like a weight is lifted<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">When you hear the words that you are loved<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">He knows where you are and where you've been<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And you never have to go there again, no<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">There's no such thing as perfect people<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And there's no such thing as a perfect life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">So come as you are, broken and scarred<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">Lift up your heart and be amazed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And be changed by a perfect God<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">Who lived and died to give new life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">To heal our imperfections<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">So look up and see love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And let grace be enough, oh<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">There's no such thing as perfect people, yeah<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">There's no such thing as a perfect life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">So come as you are, broken and scarred<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">Lift up your heart and be amazed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">And be changed by a perfect God<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">By a perfect God, yeah<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">By a perfect God, yeah<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">By a perfect God<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">By a perfect God<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS;font-size:13.0pt;">Be changed by a perfect God<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>Be changed</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You know how often in life when it rains..... it POURS! </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well our trip to Disney was no exception. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This gives you a little idea of what my trip to Disney World was like with the kids. I'll post more pics and more upbeat post here soon. I haven't fully gone off the deep end. I am trying to keep my spirits focused on God and the bigger picture, although right now, in the midst of the storms.... I feel like I could die. And a part of me has. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></p><center> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/39380002AA.jpg" /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><center><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/39380009.jpg" /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><center><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/39380005.jpg" /><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </center></center></center></div></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-71526202018025671482010-03-07T21:21:00.007-05:002010-03-07T22:53:26.147-05:00Greater Things.As things are continuing to change in my life, I see Greater Things ahead of me. Through all the heartache, the doubts, the questions, the whys.... I still praise and give thanks. I still see visions of greater things that God has planned in my life. <div><br /></div><div>When I feel like everything just seems so messed up and so confusing, maybe even wrong... I stop and I trust in Him, and then I see GREATER THINGS.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight my church has put a challenge out for us to fast this week for seven days. I have never fasted in my entire life. I know some people fast a day, some fast for a few days and some have even fasted for longer. Our challenge is seven days. It can be a 'modern' fasting I guess as a way to look at it. We have options to choose from in our form of fasting. It has to be something that really consumes a lot of our time, thoughts and energy (TV, cell phones, food, sweets, social networks, etc.) that would really provide you a challenge to commit to for seven days. This way, every time you are tempted to break your fasting and do whatever it is you gave up for the week, you will be reminded to stop and pray. The old traditional way of fasting, which also was an option to choose from, is going with out food. This way when your stomach growls of hunger you would stop and pray through that hunger pain. You didn't have to fast for the entire seven days without food, but you had choices of giving up certain foods items or number of meals for the day. I personally can't do that for seven days, with my metabolism, current body weight and the stress I am currently under, it would not be healthy for me to do that. Instead, I have chosen to fast on social network sites (blogs, twitter and facebook). </div><div><br /></div><div>For me that will be (as silly as this sounds) pretty hard. Being alone most of my days other than with the kids, these social network sites are my adult play and interaction into the real world when home all day alone. I realize I visit them many times a day and for that, I realize that would be a huge portion of my day to give in prayer. </div><div><br /></div><div>All the other fasting options I really don't give much time to as is, so for me to fast on those items, it wouldn't really open more time for prayer during my day (sweets, TV watching, eating meats, etc.) Out of the list, social network sites, I realize, would be the most tempting for me. Therefor, would be the one thing that would give me more reminders and discipline to stop and pray throughout the days. </div><div><br /></div><div>So here I go.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thankfully its spring break this week for Hunter and so Ill have both kids home with me to keep me from feeling isolated, lonely and becoming depressed. HA! Then I come back in a week crazy and ready for a different kind of fasting... LOL. </div><div><br /></div><div>With that, I would like to end by saying a prayer for all of you and ask that you say a prayer for me, and I will be back in a week. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Dear Heavenly Father,</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">I want to take this time to give thanks in this new day. Thank you for the loving people you have placed in my life to protect me, love me, support me and encourage me. Lord, thank you for the difficult people you place in my path to challenge me to love only the way you could love, even when someone is unloveable. Thank you for my two beautiful children and their unconditional love for me. I am blessed. </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Lord, I want to take this weeks fasting challenge to heart. I want to challenge myself to pray without so many distractions in my way. As I start this week with this challenge, I would like to start tonight by praying for my social networking friends, real life friends and family. Even the friends I have never met in person, but have come to appreciate and care for through blogs, Facebook and Twitter. I pray that their week is filled with blessings and joy. I pray for those that are struggling. I pray for those that are hurting, sick and even lost. I just want to say thank you for these friends that through these social networks have become a part of my life. I hope to meet them face to face one day and give them all a real Jesus kind of love - hug. Thank you for my church, Lord, and all the things you are doing with it. </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Lord, although I am journeying through some difficult choices and times in my life right now, I thank you for the strength, the peace and the support you have placed in my life. I know this kind of strength and peace could only come from You, Lord. Please forgive me of my sins, and where I fail you and fail those you place in my life to love and protect. Please help me to be quick to listen and slow to anger with those that I feel hurt me. Let me love them like You love them, no matter what. Please provide me with the right amount of patients with my children this week. Let not my personal stresses to be taken out on them. Lord, place people in my path daily and show me how I can be, and allow me to be a blessing in their lives. </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Lord, use me. I give You all that I am. I open up all my secrets, my hurts, my issues and my heart. I lay it all out to you Lord, as you know them anyways. I ask that you take all the good and all the bad in my life and use it to Glorify you and to full fill the purpose you have in my life. I want to leave this world known as a God fearing women, with a legacy with your name all over it. Lord, with saying those words, even writing them for the public to read. I ask that you give me the extra courage I need to get up and out of my comfort zone and step out and start being courageous and serving You, by serving others. Let me get out of "Misty's" selfish world, and let me serve and focus on others in need. Lord, I don't know what plans you have for me or where I will end up. I ask that you circumcise my ears and my heart, so I can hear you speak to me, and put my hands and feet into action. Where do I start? </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Please remove all my fears and all the intimidations that hold me back, if this is the direction you want me to go. I want to go on missionary trips, Lord, and provide my hands and heart to the poor. I want to work with sick children. I want to encourage girls and mothers. There is so much I know I can do, but I always make excuses to hold myself back. Please remove all my fears and insecurities so I can show up and serve YOU. I want to be broken and exposed to life outside of my little world that I feel is so rough right now. Use me Lord. Use me for Greater Things... in Your name.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Amen. </span></span></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I pray that you all have a blessed week....... and I'll be back in a week. Maybe. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just kidding... I'll be back. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, I am really behind on uploading pictures on my camera. Ill have plenty when I return of the kids so tonight I'll leave you with these two handsome men to admire. The first two men in my life once I left the nest. These boys are going on 14 years old (human years). They are my little sweet old men now. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Shilo</span></div><div><center><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/IMG_3478.jpg" /></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Milo</span></div><div><center><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/IMG_3477.jpg" /></center></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-68745738352849449842010-03-05T13:07:00.004-05:002010-03-05T13:16:59.374-05:00remembering Cora Paige - Birthday.A year ago I posted <a href="http://theytakemybreathaway.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-coras-birthday.html"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">this</span></b></a> article on my blog. <div><br /></div><div>I want to take a minute out of my day that is crazy and hectic, that I want to run away from it. I want to stop and again be forever thankful and grateful. As this family (as well as many families out there) who are celebrating a birthday of their little girl that is no longer with them here on earth. She would have been two-years-old today. </div><div><br /></div><div>My heart aches just as it did a year ago today for this family. Its so close to home, as my little girl will be two (God willing) in April. Cora and Morgan also share the same middle name 'Paige'. I get to see my little girl who has been sick all week sleeping in her crib today. While this family, alone with their newest addition, little Levi (Cora's baby brother) try to find the strength to get through another day without their little sunshine. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday Cora Paige. </div><div><br /></div><div>You can visit <a href="http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/2010/03/two.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>The Macs</b></span></a> here and leave a little comment of love and support. Their little one is not forgotten. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b>Cora Paige </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><center> <img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/IMG_2183JPG.jpg" /><div><div><br /></div></div></center></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-58597439263036047342010-03-04T22:44:00.006-05:002010-03-04T23:20:49.285-05:00knock-knock....who's there?Its ME, Misty.... did you think I went away for good?<div><br /></div><div>Where to begin?<div><br /></div><div>I have things I want and wish to write every day. I tell myself I will do it later, or Ill do it tonight. By the end of my days lately I have been so overwhelmed with exhaustion that I can barely tidy up the house before I go to bed. My head is so full of noise, thoughts and emotions, its so hard to just stop and have a moment of silence. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am here though.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have traveled the last week. I went to Vermont for another three day photo shoot with PajamaGram. I am thankful the for job, the amazing clients, hair/makeup and photographer friends I have made out there. It was freezing cold and snowing tons the first day I got there. The week was filled with long days (8-9 hours straight of standing and posing) and quiet reading time in my hotel. Not that glamours to say the least, but still very humbled and thankful. One night I was able to get out with a couple of friends and watch 'Dear John.' It was cute, but it was not the Notebook and it was much more a high school, young love kind of movie. Both actors are very attractive so that helped. HA! </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is the Valentines catalog cover. Gotta love those um, extensions!!! Sheesh! I went from this cover, to the 'mama' look for the Mother's Day catalog. That's the next one I'll be in. </div><div><br /></div><div><center> <img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/25742_326938296999_540996999_406730.jpg" /></center></div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, have you all heard of all the rave about PajamaJeans? I mean seriously, it has exploded and they are selling out so fast they can't keep up. They are coming up with all new designs and styles for these hot new items. You really must check them out!!! Here is a little sneak peak of the Mother's Day Catalog PajamaJean shot I did. </div><div><br /></div><div><center><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/PajamaJeanA.jpg" /></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This week my little girl has been running high fevers every day. If you follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/mistyrice20"><b>Twitter</b></a> or <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=149374&id=540996999&l=040433cff7"><b>Facebook</b></a> you already know that. I took her to the doctor yesterday, but since she just finished two antibiotics for this pesty cough, they didn't want to place her right back on another one. So here we are keeping her fever monitored and waiting it out a few more days to see if she is able to fight it off on her on before going back to the doctors. </div><div><br /></div><div>This week also brings some refreshing changes, as hockey season just ended and baseball for my big man begins. Tonight he had his first scrimmage and he was the starting pitcher. Although, I missed the game being home with baby girl, his dad kept me up to date. Hunter had a rough first game with his pitching, but made some grate plays in the field. I told his dad he was nine, its freezing out and to cut him some slack. LOL! </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of COLD... I am over it. That's all I wanted to say about that.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is so many things I want to write about. So many things I want to do. Why does it have to be so hard to just 'get moving' on any one of the many things on your list? </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh got a question for all of you....</div><div><br /></div><div>This is random and out of the blue, but tonight while out getting groceries I began to wonder what other families spend on groceries? What is the average amount you spend a week on groceries? How do you do your grocery budget? </div><div><br /></div><div>Do you shop once a week? </div><div><br /></div><div>Shop as you need? </div><div><br /></div><div>Run to grocery story a few times a week?</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you even have a budget for grocery spending?</div><div><br /></div><div>I am curious to know, because I feel like I spend so much on groceries. Am I? Or is what I am spending pretty normal as other families with kids?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, its about 11:00 PM and I don't like to stay up past 10:00 PM if I can help it. I'm hoping Ill be able to post more here and get back into the groove. I have things to update everyone on anyways. Spring break begins tomorrow, so I am really looking forward to just doing fun things with the kids, IMAX and Disney. </div><div><br /></div><div>For now..... </div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to go and read the very last chapter of my book "So Long Insecurities, You Have Been A Bad Friend to Us" by Beth Moore. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't remember the last time I started and actually finished a book. I have really enjoyed reading this book and can't wait to share more about it. But... I must finish it first myself.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/SLIbookcover.jpg" /></center></div></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-17346219382797002872010-02-18T17:57:00.005-05:002010-02-19T07:26:31.955-05:00i want a front porch.Today I have been thinking. Considering I had absolutely, as in zero, none ... sleep last night, thinking probably wouldn't be the best thing for me. <div>
<br /></div><div>I took baby girl to the doctor on Monday about her cough. Its this deep (bark) like cough and she has had it for a few weeks now, and its not wanting to get better. The doctor on call Monday so quickly and so laid back tells me he thinks it could be allergies. Sure that makes sense. Allergies run in her family and so does the history of asthma, so its believable. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>He says she looks adorable and sounds fantastic. Her lungs sound clear-clear and her ENT look great. "Ill have you give her Zyrtec for two weeks and see if that changes anything" he says. She gives him a high five and $25 dollars we are out the door feeling thankful there isn't anything more to worry about, we can take on a little allergy annoyance. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>First two nights I didn't really see any improvment or changes, other than her nose is now starting to run, which I expressed that to the doctor with our last experience with allergy medicine. Its supposed to the do the opposite and dry her up and that would in return hopefully stop the nasal dripping, supposedly causing her to cough to begin with. I assume we need to wait it out a few days and let the allergy stuff get to work. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Well, lets just say that didn't happen. As my baby girl was up all night last night. I am talking about on the hour of every hour, either me rocking her, her fussing and coughing none stop, to me bringing her in my bed, while I sit up against the headboard and try to let her sleep propped up on my chest. Every 15 seconds this annoying deep cough blares in my ears like a fire alarm in the middle of the night. I wanted to cry. I was frustrated and felt helpless for her. I was exhausted and one that must have sleep to function. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I am pretty cautious when it comes to giving me kids meds of any kind and especially cautious when mixing meds. I was afraid to give her anything more since I already have given her the allergy stuff before bed. Finally, around 3:30 AM I felt I had to give her something and I felt that enough hours had gone by that I could be safe with giving her Deslym for her cough. I give it to her and she is able to sleep for two hours, but not totally cough free. We were so tired, that I even allowed Hunter to sleep in an additional hour before waking him up for school. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>He had a math test today and I figured I would let him be an hour late to school, in order to get a little more sleep and be ready for his test. So that is what we did. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Today I called up my friend and Morgan's actual doctor to get a second opinion, and instantly on the phone is hears Morgan next to me coughing away. He agreed with me that this didn't sound like an allergy cough, for its too agressive and deep sounding to be. I take her back in to the doctors office, he again confirms though that she is really clear in the lungs and her ENT look fantastic. All praises. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>However, he gives me two prescriptions to help knock this stubborn cough out of my little girl. </div><div>Hoping tonight is a much better night for sleeping for all of us. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Oh back to my origional thoughts. Bare with me, I am still going with no sleep. I am sitting in my car at Hunters baseball practice typing this. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>While driving Morgan down to the Plantation office where our doctor was working today, I had time to think while Morgan was engaged in her Curious George movie in the backseat. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I started to think about how I envision my life one day. I started to think about places I would one day love to live. The kind of people I would love to have around me and the kids my kids could be friends with. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I kept visioning a house with a front porch. We don't have many homes here in South Florida (newer homes anyways) that have front porches built on. You only have a sidewalk that leads to your front door. I realize that it fits our culture these days here. Its hard to find any neighbors to be social with or lets kids run back and forth to each others homes to play. In fact there are no kids in my direct neighborhood that Hunter plays with. We will be outside by ourselves playing street hockey or hoops, or we have to drive to another neighborhood to meet with some friends to play. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember growing up with not much money, no fancy homes, but everyone had a front porch. And on those front porches you see the adults hanging out, while all the kids run around playing or riding bikes. It was always active and there was always someone there to hang out with you.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I find it sad that I don't have a front porch here. I don't have a place to sit and welcome my neighbors and their kids. My kids aren't growing up with the experience of backyards, neighborhood buddies and those kinds of memories that I look back on and smile upon. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I want a front porch.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I want a house in a friendly family filled neighborhood. I want to have BBQ's, playdates, bored Saturday nights gathering, chats, conversations, celebrations, tears and memories on my front porch. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Do you have a front porch? </div><div>
<br /></div><div>How is your neighborhood? Is it full of life and kids running to each other homes? Is it with warm and welcoming neighbors? I can barely tell you the name of 3 of my neighbors. I do not know my neighbors directly to the left, right or in front of me either. I have seen them before. I have waved and said hi, but that's as far as it goes. Everyone is busy with their own lives, agendas and families. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>But this life is about sharing all of that. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Sometimes I wonder if that takes it toll on families these days? Would that play any role in marriages and homes breaking apart, because they become so isolated with just themselves. No other families to casually be social with at any given moment. Instead, you have to plan it out and hope that it doesn't get postponed or canceled due to one of the kids being sick or having a sports event to attend. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>You don't have anyone to call up and say "please give me an hour and take your kids for you" or you do the same. You don't have kids anxiously waiting to knock on your door after dinner so they can play with your kids. No one to say "hey walk down and come eat tacos with us tonight." All the things I remember growing up and enjoyed. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>We always had friends and people to share life with. Our door was always opened, not always having it locked and curtains down so no one can see inside your home. Heck, even if your dog was missing, all you had to do is call down the street and know that your dog was getting a belly rub by the kids down the block, and he'd come running back at the sound of your whistle. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I find myself so lonely sometimes, it hurts. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I had a dream. A vision. An idea of what I wanted in my family life of my own. And I just find myself feeling so stuck sometimes, and constantly left to day dream of having my very own front porch. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Life is so different here in this part of Florida. Maybe one day Ill find a little happy place out here and I can give my kids a little bit of their own front porch to take with them and share with their own kids. Until then, Ill just enjoy the view within. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Speaking of front porches.... let me bring you a little country too. I love this song. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The only ground I ever owned was sticking to my shoes</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now I look at my front porch and this panoramic view</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can sit and watch the fields fill up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">With rays of glowing sun</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Or watch the moon lay on the fences</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Like that's where it was hung</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My blessings are in front of me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's not about the land</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'll never beat the view</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">From my front porch looking in</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There's a carrot top who can barely walk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">With a sippy cup of milk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">'Cause she likes to dress herself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And the most beautiful girl holding both of them</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And the view I love the most</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Is my front porch looking in, yeah</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've traveled here and everywhere</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Following my job</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've seen the paintings from the air</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Brushed by the hand of God</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The mountains and the canyons reach from sea to shining sea</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But I can't wait to get back home</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To the one he made for me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's anywhere I'll ever go and everywhere I've been</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Nothing takes my breath away</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Like my front porch looking in</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There's a carrot top who can barely walk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">With a sippy cup of milk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">'Cause she likes to dress herself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And the most beautiful girl holding both of them</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yeah the view I love the most</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Is my front porch looking in</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I see what beautiful is about</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When I'm looking in</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Not when I'm looking out</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There's a carrot top who can barely walk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">With a sippy cup of milk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">'Cause she likes to dress herself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And the most beautiful girl holding both of them</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yeah the view I love the most</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh, the view I love the most</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Is my front porch looking in</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yeah</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh, there's a carrot top who can barely walk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(From my front porch looking in)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong, yeah</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And the most beautiful girl</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(Beautiful girl</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">From my front porch looking in)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Holding both of them</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh, yeah</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-36795538210213765302010-02-17T10:58:00.004-05:002010-02-17T11:18:12.961-05:00dear sweet child of mine.....If I could put into words what I would want to say to you yesterday, today and tomorrow, it would be this:<div>
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<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">W</span><em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">HAT I WOULD TELL YOU:</span></em></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><div style="text-align: justify;">(If I knew what to say.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You are a miracle.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And I have to love you this fiercely: So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You’ll forget all this when you grow up. But it’s okay.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Being a mother means having your heart broken.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it’s the best there is. And also, sometimes, the worst.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But you must remember this: What you’re doing matters.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The truth is, being a mother is a gift. Tenderness is a gift. Intimacy is a gift. And nurturing the good in this world is a nothing short of a privilege.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That’s why I have to love you this way. So I can give what I have to you. So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have watched you sleep. I’ve kissed you a million times. And I know something that you don’t, yet:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.</div></em><p></p><div><i><center> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/photo-18.jpg" /></span></i></div><div>
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<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I borrowed these words and video from this <a href="http://www.debsphotographs.com/photoblog/?p=517"><b>blog</b></a>. But I mean every bit of it.</span></div></span></div><div>
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<br /></div><div><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8K9s7_k3TM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8K9s7_k3TM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object></span></center></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-78253728973396910642010-02-16T18:35:00.003-05:002010-02-16T22:54:29.903-05:00catching my breathToday I wrote a post just sort of vented and let it out. And then I hit 'save now' button.<div> </div><div><div>All I do know is, as I speak to my son about the difference in 'changes' and 'hard times' .... I feel like I could explode and just shout it out to everyone what I am going through. But I don't and I can't. </div><div><br /></div><div>I simply just tell myself to stop and catch my breath. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I inhale.... (now you are inhaling too, I can hear you all the way over here.) *smiling*</div><div><br /></div><div>I am going through both 'changes' and 'hard times' and my emotions are all over the place. One minute I feel strong and convinced I am and have done the right thing. The next ....</div><div><br /></div><div>I stop and try to catch my breath.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because the anxiety of it all can be so overwhelming, so frighting and just plain heart wrenching. </div><div><br /></div><div>If I don't catch my breath, I feel like I could just crumble to the ground with my weak knees and mop the floor with all the tears that are just on the edge of bursting out of my eyes. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I stop to catch my breath. Trying to keep myself together. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thankfully my kids have kept me so busy lately that I can often go hours without thinking about these changes and hard times. It's those moments when I walk into the house after dropping them off at school or late at night when they are asleep, that I allow myself to think. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are moments I feel so disappointed, depressed and uncertain. Its amazing the conversations that go on in your mind during times like these. Sometime I wonder if its satan having his own two-way conversation in my head. Toying with my every thought. Back and forth, back and forth. I just want to put a pillow over my head and drown out the sounds.</div><div><br /></div><div>I stop and catch my breath. </div><div><br /></div><div>Inhale.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are moments I stop and I just allow myself to cry. Cry so hard that I have to stop and catch my breath. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wipe my tears, I pick myself off the ground and have a small pep talk with myself. Well, I pray too, but my prayers keep drifting lately. As I begin to speak with God and or just pray, before I am finished my mind has already been interrupted and drifted off to something else. But I know God is here and he knows my thoughts and prayers. Thankfully he is the master of patience, or I would be in timeout all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I catch my breath and then feel better and ready to keep marching forward. </div><div><br /></div><div>These days I try to find balance in my these changes, and also peace. I am constantly thanking God. Although, I am heartbroken, disappointed and even confused. I know GOD does have a plan and a purpose for my life. I will never not believe that and I will never stop saying that, because I truly believe it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I may be in a low right now, but when you are low, that only means there is going to be a high. Even if that high takes its sweet little time to appear. I know Ill appreciate it that much more. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight was the first night of baseball practice. The weather is still really chilly. I like it that its keeping the bugs away and the air smells crisp and fresh. At the same time, I am over it and I just want the sun to be out and I want to feel the warmth on my face. </div><div><br /></div><div>While rocking Morgan to sleep tonight, I had a vision of both my kids getting married. I stopped and wondered what life will be like then for them and their parents. Will we all be here? Will I be here? Will their dads be here? Will each of them be in each others wedding as a groomsmen or a bridesmaid? </div><div><br /></div><div>With that moment of imaging my kids wedding .... I just squeezed my little girl, and realized I was holding my breath.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had to remind myself that she is still only 22 months old as of Valentines Day and then...</div><div><br /></div><div>I was able to catch my breath. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is how I found Hunter and our cat Milo sleeping the other day. Head to head. Super sweet. And yes that is his yellow blanket (what's left of it anyways) that my sweet boy still sleeps with every night. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center> <img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/photo-17.jpg" /></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Inhale. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-68920068682402436822010-02-15T13:41:00.004-05:002010-02-15T14:15:49.745-05:00visual aidI am a big visual person. I love to see things, vision things and even imagine things. Especially when I am going through things in life that can often be difficult, disappointing and even right out heartbreaking.<div><br /></div><div>Hunter had a pretty rough day yesterday with his dad. He and his dad are very strong-willed personalities. I often laugh and tell his dad to call Hunter "Jr." because they are very much the same in sports and their attitude. </div><div><br /></div><div>After such a long day yesterday, I had Hunter take a nap. When he woke up and was rested we say sat down and just talked about things. Things that are on his mind, things he may be feeling but can't quiet put into words etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a great talk. I love talking with him.</div><div><br /></div><div>I often try to help him see "big pictures" instead of focusing on the small stuff in the heat of the moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night as we were laying in bed, I was looking through my bible and he asked me what I was reading. I told him the verse I just read that very moment, along with a couple of others I thought he could use to hear.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I finished my bible, I got up and went into the bathroom to shower. As I am walking he ask "mom, am I going through a hard time?" </div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted to just squeeze him and kiss him, but I didn't think he would appreciate that in this moment of questioning.</div><div><br /></div><div>I simply held back my smile and said "no honey, you aren't going through a hard time, you are going through changes." Then I gave him examples of what could be considered 'hard times' vs just some uneasy and even difficult changes in life. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was please with the response and I got in the shower and we both went to bed. </div><div><br /></div><div>I found these a few weeks ago. I have been meaning to order one for Hunter but haven't gotten to it as of yet. </div><div><br /></div><div>I thought about sharing it with you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love to help my kids think about Jesus being in their every day lives. In the big things and in the small things. To also think to themselves in situations "what would Jesus do?" and when in moments of feeling nervous to vision Jesus standing right behind or beside them helping them with all they do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Check out these things I found. You can get one for girls and for boys. I love it. </div><div><br /></div><div><center><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/en_jesus-with-hockey-player.jpg" /></center></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center><img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t319/mistyrice20/13983.jpg" /></center><center><br /></center><center>Here is the <a href="http://www.matthewfsheehan.net/index.cfm?event=ProductDetails&ProductID=5310"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">website</span></b></a> to find more of these visual aids. </center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center></div>Misty Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18289401488332917071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7616800623248673769.post-15330258080614595282010-02-12T09:33:00.005-05:002010-02-12T09:42:38.468-05:00Jesus, Bring The Rain...No Matter What..... as I continue to walk through the puddles in my life and once again ask for more prayers.<div>
<br /></div><div>This song was playing in the background of a blog I have read for almost two years now. As I was reading, the words to this song over powered the thoughts going on in my head as I read her recent post. <div>
<br /></div><div>And I felt.... </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Jesus wants me to stop and look to Him and be reminded.... HE IS LORD GOD ALMIGHTY. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>So as I face the raindrops hitting me in my face.... I will continue to PRAISE HIS NAME. No matter what! </div><div>
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<br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: medium; ">I can count a million times</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">People asking me how I</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">Can praise You with all that </div><div style="text-align: center;">I've gone through</div><div style="text-align: center;">The question just amazes me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can circumstances possibly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Change who I forever am in You</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe since my life was changed</div><div style="text-align: center;">Long before these rainy days</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's never really ever crossed my mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">To turn my back on you, oh Lord</div><div style="text-align: center;">My only shelter from the storm</div><div style="text-align: center;">But instead I draw closer through these times</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I pray</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bring me joy, bring me peace</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bring the chance to be free</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bring me anything that brings </div><div style="text-align: center;">You glory And I know there'll </div><div style="text-align: center;">be days When this life brings me pain</div><div style="text-align: center;">But if that's what it takes to </div><div style="text-align: center;">praise You Jesus, bring the rain</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am yours regardless of the clouds that may </div><div style="text-align: center;">loom above because you are much greater than </div><div style="text-align: center;">my pain you who made a way for me suffering </div><div style="text-align: center;">your destiny so tell me whats a little rain </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Holy, holy, holy</div><div style="text-align: center;">Holy, holy, holy</div><div style="text-align: center;">is the lord God almighty</div><div style="text-align: center;">is the lord God almighty</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm forever singing </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">everybody singing </div><div style="text-align: center;">Holy holy holy</div><div style="text-align: center;">you are holy </div><div style="text-align: center;">you are holy </div></span>
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