tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261875884563332042024-03-05T14:05:45.054-08:00simple hoosier girlAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-26997647801697618042014-06-16T19:58:00.000-07:002014-06-16T19:58:29.787-07:00Update on my life.Well, it's been a while since my last post...and by a while, I mean months.<br />
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I don't think I realized the commitment it took when I started this blog. But, I will not give up on this thing. I will keep on blogging.<br />
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For starters, I will just come on out and say that change is upon us once again. This time around, I do believe and I am doing much better. (Last year prepared me).<br />
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The Hubs and I moved to a new town. We have moved to the hopping metropolis of Fort Wayne. The Hubs can't convince me to move out of Indiana, as much as he would like to move home to Chicago.<br />
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In addition to the move, the Hubs is now a freelancing artist.<br />
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SHAMELESS PLUG, if you are needing any artwork- wedding paper goods (i.e. save the dates, invitations, programs), web design, logo design, t-shirt design, business cards, letterhead, or a really cool one-of-a-kind art piece, contact me now, for I am his unofficial secretary.<br />
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Back to the update of my life.<br />
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I was a little nervous about moving to a new town. I know no one, here. But, I am loving the city none the less. I have met exactly one friend (I have met other people, but no one I would call a friend. I have had a coffee date with her so I can now officially call her a friend.) The opportunities to meet people have always just been thrown at me, and now that I have to make an effort, I am finding myself energized at the thought of working at it.<br />
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I am still trying to decide how to put myself out there. I love to work out so I thought maybe at a gym I could meet some people, however, the budget around here is very tight these days. Then, I thought well maybe I will find myself a <i>Cheers </i>(which for this girl is a coffee house, not a bar), and I still might do this, but again, this girl is on a budget and how would coffee houses like it if I just used their space to hang out and not buy anything. The idea that seems to be the best for me is to volunteer. I know that a quick Google search could show me a ton of volunteer options in Fort Wayne, <b>but if anyone has any suggestions, send them my way</b>.<br />
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In addition to moving, I am training for a marathon. Right now, I will say, I am having fun, but I definitely haven't caught the bug and it seems like this marathon might be my first and last. However, I will do an update on this later in the summer when I have more mileage under my belt.<br />
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I will leave you with a recent pic of the Hubs and I on a mini vaca to Chicago. Gotta love that city.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-39213577540239994732014-04-02T11:29:00.001-07:002014-04-02T11:46:43.300-07:00it's april?At the beginning of January, I had all these wonderful of blogging more. But, as we can see that hasn't happened.<br />
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I'm realizing that life is busy because I am actually getting out and living a life outside of the four walls of my house.<br />
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I am loving my life. I love my husband. I love my job. I love that I get to see my family every week (sometimes multiple times a week). I love my church. I love that I have been able to meet new people.<br />
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I have so much to be thankful for in my life. Yet, I don't give enough thanks. I don't let the people in my life know just how grateful I am for them. I don't encourage enough. I don't love enough.<br />
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I have been so selfish lately. I have been thinking about me, and then, I think about me more. And more. (Notice how many times I have used "I"?)<br />
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This realization about selfishness hit me so many times a day, and I've had to tackle this issue. I've had to look deep into myself. I've had to confront some really tough issues in my life. I've had to realize just how ugly I am on the inside.<br />
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The thought hits me again and again, just how thankful I am that God is so much bigger than me. And how deep His love is for me...a selfish, sinner.<br />
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I also have been able to do some crafting, which helps me to relax. Below is my latest craft. I am LOVING the boho look right now, which explains the latest craft.<br />
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I braided the leather and then secured it on both ends with hot clue.<br />
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The flowers were plucked off the stem and then hot glued to the leather.<br />
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And voila! Boho headbandAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-26123351154268486502013-12-21T08:24:00.002-08:002013-12-21T08:24:28.617-08:00you say it's your birthday....it's not mine though...it's my sisters.So yes, today, is my baby sister's birthday.<br />
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It is only a little ironic that I call her my baby sister, for while, yes, she is in fact younger than me, it is only by 22 months.<br />
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However, today my younger sister turns 21!<br />
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This is her....isn't she beautiful!<br />
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Gail, you are beautiful, lovely, and honest (or blunt, whichever one you prefer). I am honored to be your sister and friend.</div>
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Best. Decision.<br />
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Basically, what I found I signed up for to be partnered up with another blogger and we interviewed each other over the intrawebs. I had a great time! I got paired up with Lori of <a href="http://lavenderluz.com/">Lavender Luz</a>.com. I am so glad that I did this year, and look forward to continue doing it in the future. If you want to read all of the interviews from this project, then go <a href="http://wp.me/p2b7F2-1tA">here</a>.<br />
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To keep things easier to read, my questions are in bold.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In the Spring of 2007 I read a book by Peggy Orenstein called </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Waiting for Daisy</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">. I was so enthralled with it that I did what any self-respecting bookworm does: I googled it. I landed on a </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">blog</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> (what's a blog?? I'd heard of them but never read one) in which a </span><a href="http://stirrup-queens.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">really nice-sounding lady</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> said she was hosting a </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Waiting for Daisy</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> book tour and all I needed to participate was the book and a blog.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Several posts about adoption </span><a href="http://lavenderluz.com/2011/10/son-processes-his-adoption.html" style="color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">adoption conversations</a><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> I </span><a href="http://lavenderluz.com/2010/12/what-does-real-mean-in-adoption.html" style="color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">had with my children</a><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> and how my daughter's </span><a href="http://lavenderluz.com/2008/03/returning-to-the-well-2.html" style="color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">birth mom and I interact</a><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> went small-scale viral. That was a clue that maybe Crystal and I were on to something.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Somehow she and I had figured out how to have a respectful and child-centered relationship, and others were asking us how. So we had to figure it out together by deconstructing what we did in those early days to start off so well.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And in those conversations with my children, my main strategy was to simply slow down and be mindful, intuitive and open. I began to think that maybe I could help people use mindfulness to deal with stressful moments in adoptive parenting. Along the way I also learned from people in other corners of the adoption triad (thanks, </span><a href="http://openadoptionbloggers.com/open-adoption-blogs/" style="color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Open Adoption Bloggers</a><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">!) and at </span><a href="http://lavenderluz.com/2011/12/my-book-announcement.html" style="color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">some point</a><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> I decided to put it all together as a guide for people trying to make open adoption work. People had begun to accept that we should "do" open adoption. Crystal and I wanted to share </span><i style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">how</i><span style="color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">.</span></div>
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One thing that came from the closed adoption era was the notion that adoption had no ill-effects on anyone. In spite of the shame and secrecy, everyone would move on without a hitch. The adopting parents would never hurt over infertility again, the birth parents would move on and never look back, the baby would grow up as if born to his new family.</div>
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At the time we set out to adopt, I was unaware of the deeper layers, of the complexities. It’s true that many people (some I know in real life) say they suffered no ill-effects of the closed era, but the Internet has made it possible for those who <i>did</i> experience grief at losing a child or losing a biological parent to congregate and have their voices heard.</div>
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A far as what <i>open</i> adoption meant at the beginning of our journey, I thought it meant just contact. <a href="http://lavenderluz.com/2013/01/open-adoption-grid.html" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">I have since added the spirit of openness</a> as a critical component of building and sustaining a healthy and child-centered adoption.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 13px;">I enjoy practicing yoga. For an hour I try to bring my awareness to the confines of my mat. It’s a practice of focusing attention, of taming the wild-child that is my mind. It yokes my mind to my body and helps me remember to be more present even when I'm off my mat. Through yoga, I’m beginning to “get” that life is a journey and not a destination and shed the “I’ll be happy whens.” It’s a process. In yoga, everything is a process and no pose is ever perfected.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13px;">I also love to read and write and do cool things with my kids like paint pottery. My daughter, 12, plays volleyball and my son plays whatever sport it’s the season for, so Husband and I spend a lot of time </span><a href="http://writemindopenheart.com/2012/09/perfect-moment-monday-thats-my-kid.html" style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">cheering them from the sidelines</a><span style="font-size: 13px;">.</span></div>
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My new book, which includes passages from my daughter’s birth mom, Crystal, is called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1442217383/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1442217383&linkCode=as2&tag=openadoptionbloggers-20" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><i>The Open-Hearted Way to Open Adoption: Helping Your Child Grow Up Whole</i></a>.</div>
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It flows from the premise that <b>adoption creates a split between a person’s biology and biography, and openness is an effective way to heal that split</b>. Hence the focus on the child becoming whole through the openness of the adults who love him or her.</div>
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Openness means not just contact, but also the way in which the grownups in the adoption constellation comport themselves. <i>We are open</i> to co-creating a relationship together–power is not used by one party against another. <i>We are open</i> to being clear and honest with ourselves so that we can be clear an honest with the others in our adoption relationships. <i>We are open</i> to having tough conversations as our child grows and develops cognitively. <i>We are open</i> and vulnerable and authentic, for it is from this openness that we can best give our child the space to wonder, to develop, and to integrate his identity that come from <i>all</i> of his parts.</div>
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Our book was written for people involved in infant adoption, in international adoption, in foster adoption and even in donor sperm/egg/embryo situations — in any circumstance in which the result is a person whose biology and biography come from different sets of parents. Several adoption agencies across the country have made our book required reading for their current clients and a resource for their past clients, as it covers not just the initial stages of an adoption, but also the parenting stages we face over the long haul.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope you enjoyed reading today's interview. Lori interviewed me, so my interview is over at her blog today. Check it out, to see my interview at <a href="http://lavenderluz.com/">lavenderluz.com</a>.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-59628465514323204792013-10-28T20:34:00.000-07:002013-10-28T20:34:13.740-07:00thoughts.Today, I just want to share some thoughts that have been rolling around in my head.<br />
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Lately, I have been overwhelmed with all the change that has occurred in my life these past 6 months. Many of these changes have been AMAZING (i.e. graduating college and marrying the love of my life). Other changes have been a little bit more difficult (i.e. my close friends moving all over the country and being in the stage of your life where you have to put in a ton of effort to meet and make new friends).<br />
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I think that I have shared this before, but I'll say it again. I have never been very successful at dealing with change in my life.<br />
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In order to deal with all this change, I told myself that I was going to take a break from blogging and interviewing families. I was overwhelmed with all that was going on in my life, so I made excuses for myself.<br />
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I have to tell you, this month has been learning experience for me. I have found that life lost some of its sparkle because I knew that I was not doing what God has told me was His will for my life.<br />
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Yet, this month has made me realize that I need to be doing more. I have found some blogs that encourage people to start orphan care ministries in their church. I am certain that God has placed these blogs in my life and He is using them in AMAZING ways. I know that I will no longer take a month off from telling the stories of families who have or are adopting.<br />
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In addition to doing more in my church, I want to help families who are adopting with their fundraising. So if you are adopting and have decided to fundraise, please contact me. I want to help you with whatever you need help with in your fundraising endeavors.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-43307405123896192592013-10-10T19:33:00.002-07:002013-10-10T19:33:52.737-07:00nostaglia...the warm fuzzy feelings. The best description that I have ever heard for nostalgia was from one of my high school teachers. He described nostalgia as "those warm fuzzy feelings." <div>
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This post is all about nostalgia. It makes sense to me because this is #tbt after all.<br />
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This week I've had lots of different things remind me of my childhood. Some of them have made me smile, some have made me cry, some create those warm fuzzy feelings.</div>
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At work with the kids, I read them the <i>I Love You, Forever.</i> The kids only half listened to me reading to them, because if they were truly paying attention they would have asked me why I was crying. As I sat there reading to them, I remember my mom reading that book to me at night. It is one of my favorite memories.</div>
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One of my favorite radio stations to listen to on my way to work is a 90s/early 2000s station. When I got into my car this morning, The Macarena came on. Oh my goodness!! This song will ALWAYS take me back to 1996. I distinctly remember doing the dance with my cousins on a summer night at a family members house. My cousin had the tape playing in her car with all the doors open and the volume all the way up. Good times, good times.</div>
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Also at work this week, the kids watched <i>The Aristocats.</i> This movie was often played in my house, and to this day my mom quotes the dogs, Napolean and Lafayette. The whole movie just makes me feel like a child again. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-82540460502296013392013-10-03T07:01:00.000-07:002013-10-03T07:01:10.776-07:00my seester....the one that is a tidbit older than i am.So, yesterday was my sister's birthday. (Sorry Lynn, I meant to do this yesterday).<br />
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Since, I was a little girl, my sister has been one of my role models. I remember us playing school as little girls, and she would always be the teacher and boss me around. I remember during junior high, when she was in high school, she was my only true and best friend. I remember that we would go shopping together, do our hair together, and just hang out.</div>
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When Lynn left for college, I visited her at school and would spend the night with her. I thought I was so cool because my sister loved me enough, a high schooler, to let me come visit her every week, multiple times a week.</div>
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<span class="s1">Through their church and opening their home to a teenager, God worked in the hearts of Brian and Rebecca. This was a difficult thing to do for the couple, but through the process God opened their eyes to fostering children.</span></div>
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Have a restful Sunday!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-58169430874267453582013-09-12T06:52:00.003-07:002013-09-12T07:02:01.681-07:00wedding pics....part 1.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This is a picture of my beautiful mother helping me into my wedding dress. This is my favorite picture of her. Isn't she a babe?<br />
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This is me getting my dress buttoned up. In case you were wondering there were LOTS of buttons, but I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED my dress.<br />
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This weekend has been a bundle of emotions for me.<br />
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Because this weekend is move-in weekend for my alma mater. I miss not being on campus and seeing all my friends this weekend. My best friends from college did not move back to school and we cannot hang out all weekend long to catch up. Instead, they are at their home and I am at my home and we have to plan weeks in advance when we can get together.<br />
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So while that is bitter, there is some sweetness to this weekend. I have gotten to spend tons of time with my family. I LOVE IT!! I got to go to my first high school football game in three years. That, my friends, is way too long. I vow to never go three years without seeing a high school football game ever again. I had a blast cheering my high school team on Friday. Unfortunately, they lost. But, there's always next week!<br />
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So, I got to see my family on Friday because of the football game. Then, Saturday, I helped my parents move some of their belongings to the new house. So we had more family time on Saturday. Woot woot!<br />
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And, today, I am going to see the family for my mom's birthday party. I feel so incredibly blessed to live so close to family. I love that they are close enough for me to see them any time I want to see them.<br />
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Also, this weekend, my husband, cousin, and I have been working on getting our <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ClarkDesignGroup?ref=search_shop_redirect">Etsy shop</a> up online. It finally happened. If you want to get to our shop, then click on the shop page under the banner. More items are planning on being added, shortly.<br />
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Have a great Labor day!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-28021879012000757852013-08-28T16:20:00.001-07:002013-08-28T16:20:25.791-07:00where did august go?Friends, my august has been ca-RAY-zy!<br />
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Who knew.<br />
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So let's see, what has been up in my life?<br />
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Both my parents and parents-in-law are moving. So I've been helping them clean and pack and move.<br />
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My husband's company took us on a weekend vacation this past weekend to Syracuse, Indiana. Loved it! It was fun to meet the peeps he works with and just have a good time.<br />
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Thirdly, I HAVE A JOB!<br />
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This has been the most time consuming in the month of August, but I love it! I am a nanny for 3 kids. They're great. I love hanging out with them. Such a great job. I'm super excited for the future with these 3 chitlins.<br />
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Sorry for the short post, but I'm exhausted. Have a great night ya'll!<br />
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Meanwhile, I have had lots of time to do some baking. I am finding that it helps me to relieve some stress and keep me distracted.<br />
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I am going to have two recipes that I have baked recently, and a little too often (unfortunately. this means that I have had to add some extra running to keep up with the baking.)<br />
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One recipe is for chocolate chip cookies and the other is for Red Velvet cupcakes.<br />
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Now, I do not claim to be fabulous baker, but I believe that I can hold my own. And I don't like when people put up pictures of food then don't put up the recipes. So I'll put up the recipe. If you do not like my additions, then you do not have to use them. I will add notes/disclaimers to each step as to what I found to work for my preference for cookies or through some experimentation.</div>
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Chocolate Chip Cookies are my fave comfort food. My recipe is literally the one found on the back of the chocolate chip package, but with a little twist.</div>
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2 1/4 cups flour</div>
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1 tsp baking soda</div>
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1 tsp salt</div>
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3/4 sugar</div>
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3/4 packed brown sugar</div>
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2 sticks butter, room temperature</div>
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2 eggs</div>
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1 tsp vanilla</div>
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1 tsp almond flavor (this is my addition)</div>
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1/2 tsp butter flavor (my addition)</div>
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1 package chocolate chips</div>
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Instructions</div>
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3. Mix together butter, sugar, brown sugar, vanilla, almond flavor, and butter flavor until creamy.</div>
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Note: I always forget to take the butter out early so that it is at room temperature. I always melt my butter. Now I have done some experimenting and reading up on some foodie blogs and know that room temperature butter will produce better baked cookies, while melted butter will make the cookies very gooey and little doughy. I happen to prefer my cookies like this so I am ok with melting my butter. If you like crisper cookies be sure to have room temperature butter.</div>
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Note: Most recipes only call for vanilla, however, I love the flavor of almond and butter. I think it gives the cookies a little something extra when baked. If you would prefer to just use the vanilla then I understand.</div>
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Red Velvet Cupcakes</div>
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Buttermilk (instead of water)</div>
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Hello friends!<br />
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This weekend, my sister and I took three of our younger cousins to Conner Prairie. We had so much fun!<br />
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Instead of telling you what we did, I decided to just show you.<br />
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After viewing a Youtube video about adoption, she knew that she had to adopt from Africa. However, the timing wasn't right. She had just found out she was pregnant, and thoughts of adoption had to be pushed away as she prepared for her little one.<br />
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Instead she started getting heavily involved in raising support for individuals going to Africa or support for organizations that help Africa in various sorts of ways.<br />
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McCall's heart had a huge soft spot for Africa.<br />
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Two years later, McCall and her husband Lee had the opportunity to go to Uganda on a missions trip. By the time they had to leave, they knew it wasn't enough. They knew the time was coming that they needed to adopt.<br />
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In the midst of this, McCall quit her job as a teacher and started working for a non-profit organization that helps Africa.<br />
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McCall and Lee felt that they needed to adopt a little girl from Africa and from there choosing the country seemed to be easy. They knew they had to adopt a little girl from the Democratic Republic of Congo.<br />
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Girls living in Congo have a very hard life. Many are not given the chance to live life as a free woman.<br />
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McCall and Lee knew that God was calling them to adopt their little girl from Congo.<br />
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Right now, the Aldridge family just finished their first home study visit. They are very excited about the process, but also very much anticipating the day they get to meet their little girl.<br />
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McCall has been able to connect with my many adopting mothers through blogging and Facebook. This connection with other mothers has helped her in many ways. Having others who understand her heart has been so important. This is the biggest thing going on in her life right now, and having others who understand the time consumption of adoption walking beside her helps make the process easier.<br />
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Now that McCall is going through the adoption process, she has some words of advice. She would like all people out there to know that you don't have to have it all together to adopt.<br />
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Before the adoption process, she thought that all people adopting were super parents and had it all figured out. She herself thought she had to be supermom first before she could begin adopting.<br />
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However, God has shown her that adopting a child doesn't require a person to have it all together. It takes a willing heart and reliance on God.<br />
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McCall wisely says, "I would hate to have someone with a huge heart feel God's call to get scared off because they are playing the comparison game. I was so guilty of this."<br />
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Yet the way the Aldridge's see adoption is that God has created their daughter for the purpose of her being adopted. They must be willing to accept that call and take action.<br />
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"We are just answering God's cal of adopting the girl that God has made for us," explains McCall.<br />
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The Aldridge's just finished a fundraiser on McCall's blog. They have been successful in raising funds, but they know they have a long way to go. They are trusting God and know that He will work it all out- even if it is not in their time frame. The key for them is to take it one step at a time.<br />
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"I would hate to think that people would say no to adoption because of money. God is so much bigger!"<br />
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The Aldridge family has been selling t-shirts and are continuing to sell t-shirts to help raise money for their adoption. Check out this video that McCall made for the t-shirt fundraiser!<br />
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To keep update with the Aldridge family adoption, McCall's blog is leemeandthegirls.blogspot.com.<br />
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The Aldridge's are an amazing family filled with love and a huge heart for God.<br />
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Please lift them up in prayer as they adopt their little girl from the Congo. When their next fundraiser comes up, I will be posting about it to keep you all updated.<br />
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McCall over at Finding Our Way (http://leemeandthegirls.blogspot.com/2013/07/grow-your-blog-giveaway-adoption.html) has this great fundraiser going on for her family's adoption.<br />
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If you are a blogger and you're looking for a way to grow your blog, this is a great opportunity! Today is that last day for the fundraiser to go to it today.<br />
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They are a great family who is following God's call in their life to adopt.<br />
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The Aldridge family (McCall, Lee, and their two girls) are my July family, so stayed tuned for their story.<br />
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Now, I know that fundraising can be a bit of a touchy subject, but I do want to say a few things.<br />
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We are all called, as God's children, to orphan care. We must help the needs of the widows and orphans. Jesus tells us this time and time again. We may not all here the call to adopt. But we must all take action to take care of the least of these.<br />
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This fundraiser is only donating $5. Just $5 can help a family go through the process of adopting. Please think about helping this family. They are so amazing!<br />
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I'm sure that I am not the only one who has such an established routine that at times I wake up and think "Oh, goodie! Another day doing the same thing."<br />
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Everyday, I wake up make breakfast, do the dishes, do the laundry, make lunch, run errands, make supper, etc, etc.<br />
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Boring. Boring. Boring.<br />
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To be honest, I am not a fan of boring.<br />
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This morning, when going through my routine, I had time to think and had a realization.<br />
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For many months, I have been desperate for a normal routine without stress and deadlines. Finally, I have such routine.<br />
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I realized that while I am enjoying this time of no stress, I have become so accustomed to a busy life of stress that now I don't know how to enjoy a simpler life.<br />
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I was raised to live a simple life, to enjoy the small things, to literally stop and smell the roses.<br />
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When I say literally, I mean literally, my mom and to this day will be walking on the sidewalk and pass by flowers and we will stop walking, stop talking and just smell the flowers.<br />
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Yet, in four short years, my upbringing of living a simpler has become slanted. The fast-paced day-to-day activities of an undergraduate had consumed my life for four years, has affected me more than I realized...until today.<br />
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While, my routine does need some shaking up and I need to get more time with people.<br />
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I also need to be thankful for the simpler things in life.<br />
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The small things.<br />
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A regular routine.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-83781861759745274532013-07-03T07:25:00.000-07:002013-07-03T07:25:22.100-07:00the happenings.life has been one big pile of change after another around here.<br />
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first, i graduate from college. yay! it's done!<br />
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then, i get married. woot! woot!<br />
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now, i am trying figure out this whole being a wife thing.<br />
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don't get me wrong, i love it!<br />
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it is just that change and i don't have a great past, so i am working my way through things.<br />
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on the other hand, i am loving life! this summer has been AMAZING!<br />
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i love seeing my best friend everyday!<br />
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i've been able to hang out with one of the best buds from college twice in the past month, which is great because she's from chicago and i live in the middle of a cornfield in indiana.<br />
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i have been able to catch up on many tv shows and find new faves...currently obsessed with downton abbey and bunheads. if you love gilmore girls, then you should be watching bunheads. the writer/producer/director for gilmore girls is the writer/producer/director for bunheads. love it!!<br />
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i have also gotten a haircut. i finally made a life goal of donating hair to locks of love. i sent in my 13 in. ponytail this week. i am now sporting a pixie. i love it! short hair is the best!<br />
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that's an update on my life right now. thanks <a href="http://www.wild-and-precious.com/2013/06/life-lately_30.html">blair at wild and precious</a> for the link up!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-5804629198786239962013-06-26T15:24:00.000-07:002013-06-26T17:23:56.852-07:00canvas art.Hello, all!<br />
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I'm so sorry for the long break. I was off getting MARRIED!!<br />
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Heck yes, I am a married lady. I love it!!<br />
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To say the least, I have been very busy. So much has been happening that I can't process it all, and pictures will come later of the wedding, but as of right now, I will show you what I have been up to today.<br />
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Step 1: Choose your design. I love my home state, and I love this verse. It's from Joshua 24:15. My mom has had this verse up somewhere in her house since I was a little girl, and I wanted one for my house. I wanted to combine the verse and my home state. Then I sketched it out on paper so I had a reference to put on my canvas. </div>
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Step 2: Paint the canvas. My piece of advice for this is to use LOTS of paint. Just squirt the paint right onto the canvas and take a sponge brush to even it out. Canvas paint can be found at Walmart, Hobby Lobby or any other craft store.<br />
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Step 4: Trace the outline of your shape with puff paint. I happened to use fabric paint, but it works just as well. My advice for this is to get puff paint with a thin tip. This helps keep lines thin.</div>
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Step 5: Draw your design onto the canvas. I just sketched my design on with a pencil. I used guidelines and then drew my words on to the canvas. I erased the guidelines so that I didn't have to erase them after the puff paint had been drawn on to the canvas.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-26319451341822029592013-05-21T10:51:00.002-07:002013-05-21T10:51:18.163-07:00The Schmidt FamilyWalking into the house of the Schmidts, the fragrance of cakes baking in the oven will meet you. The sight before you is a couple very much in love with each other. Pictures of the couple and their two children decorate the walls. Hand drawn pictures from their children cover the front of the refrigerator.<br />
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From the outside looking in, this family seems to have it all. A cute house, two kids, and a dog.<br />
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Yet, this family is not complete. They have heard the call from God to adopt and are awaiting for their two babies from Ethiopia to come home.<br />
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When Kyle and Brittani were thinking about starting a family, adoption was never on their radar.<br />
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After having two beautiful children, the couple was met with some challenges. The Schmidts third child, Elijah, lived for only 73 minutes. After this, Brittani got pregnant again but miscarried.<br />
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With all this pain and hurting, Kyle and Brittani were experiencing a low time in their life. There were days when they had to totally rely on God to get them through this time. They did not know if they could go on.<br />
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It was during this season that God became real to the couple. Because of their total dependence of God in their life, they were able to experience God in a way that they have never known before this time.<br />
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The desire to carry and have a newborn child was taken away from Brittani during this time. She no longer felt the need to carry any more children, but she felt God beginning to open the door for their family to adopt.<br />
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While Brittani was experiencing this, Kyle was still grieving and hesitant about adopting.<br />
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Brittani became passionate and burdened by adoption. God was telling her to pursue adoption, but she knew Kyle wasn't ready. It wasn't until Brittani told Kyle how physically and emotionally she could no longer carry children that Kyle realized how deeply passionate his wife was about adopting. By January, the couple had come to the decision that they would adopt.<br />
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The Schmidts say that because of their season of dependence on God when they lost two children, they are able to totally trust God with this adoption. Earlier in their marriage they said they did not know how to fully understand how to trust God..<br />
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Kyle comments that "they always had put a box on God but because of Elijah and the process of adoption that box has been blown away."<br />
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Because of their life events, Kyle and Brittani have watched a change happen in their lives. They can see God's hand in everything. They have become more outwardly focused and have begun to share more.<br />
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They see adoption has one avenue where they can share their faith with others.<br />
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Part of watching God perform miracles in their life is with the fundraising that they have had to do in order to adopt. When they decided to adopt they asked God to provide financially in order for the adoption to happen.<br />
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The fundraisers that the family have done so far have been very successful, but they are just in the beginning stages of adoption.<br />
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Please consider helping out the Schmidts with their next fundraiser. It is June 1 for their Portrait Party fundraiser. Mama Bates Photography is having 30 minute photography sessions for only $50! Go get your picture taken and help bring these babies home to their family! It is at Matter Park in Marion, IN. It starts at 11:00am.<br />
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If you are interested in participating in the Portrait Party email Brittani at brittanischmidt@yahoo.com<br />
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Lift the Schmidts up in prayer as they prepare their family to bring home their two children.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-30234622636042915912013-05-13T09:59:00.000-07:002013-05-13T09:59:59.047-07:00and let the change begin.Well here it is. The thing that I have both been dreading and looking forward to for the past 4 years.<br />
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My very last move-out day of college.<br />
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I have absolutely loved these past four years. I have made such great friends, I have learned so much, and I have grown in so many areas in my life.<br />
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I just can't believe that it is over.<br />
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This summer is going to bring so much change. In 31 days, I am getting married. I not only graduated from college, but I will also become a wife.<br />
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These things are great, and I am so excited that they are happening. But, I have to admit that I do not handle change very well. As much as I try, I just struggle with change. Thus, naturally on a day like today when one chapter of my life has now closed, I am crying every five minutes.<br />
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In other news, my fiance finished the video that we did for the Begg family. It is super great! I love it! Check out his Facebook page: Trevor Clark Digital Media. It's called Isaiah. Enjoy!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-18081584111366698812013-04-04T17:57:00.000-07:002013-04-04T20:48:20.280-07:00this is the time where i just share.so today, i'm going to be really<span style="font-size: large;"> real</span>.<br />
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i'm <span style="font-size: x-large;">stressed</span>.<br />
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i think i've <span style="font-size: large;">cried</span> <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">everyday</span></b> for a week.<br />
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all of my stress is coming from this incredibly deep <span style="font-size: large;">fear of failure</span>.<br />
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where i once experienced a <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>sense of confidence</b></span> when it comes to school work. i am now <span style="font-size: large;">living in fear</span> of not finishing, <span style="font-size: large;">fear</span> of not being good enough, <span style="font-size: large;">fear</span> of failure.<br />
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i have put this <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>one class</b></span>...senior project...on such a high pedestal that i cannot seem to grasp it. i am <span style="font-size: large;">living in fear</span> that this class will be in my way of graduation.<br />
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i have had <span style="font-size: large;">three</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">nightmares</span> where i have failed this class.<br />
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now this all might seem really silly. and i promise you, in a month, i will look back and realize just how ridiculous i am.<br />
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right now though, i am scared. i am living in fear.<br />
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living in<span style="font-size: large;"> this fear is crippling me</span>. i cannot fully be myself. i just am a hollow shell.<br />
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i know that all will be so much better if i would just <span style="font-size: large;">surrender</span> all of this to God. i mean He commands us to do this.<br />
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if only i would heed the words that are in 1 john 4:18:<br />
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but perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.</div>
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the one who fears is not made perfect in love.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">i just want to stop being fearful</span>.<br />
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for everyone's viewing pleasure...i'm doing #throwbackthursday today<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-47273350397428100872013-03-20T16:18:00.000-07:002013-03-20T16:18:28.171-07:00blog lovin.<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/6218981/?claim=7sxx5b6fpgr">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a><br />
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well here's the answer.<br />
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there's this really cool website where they help you keep track of the blogs that you follow, plus they help you get the word out on your blog. it's called <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/">Bloglovin</a>. check it out.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-81185401557540199952013-03-20T11:57:00.004-07:002013-03-20T11:57:54.124-07:00getting hit by a bus.sit back and relax, grab your favorite mug of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate. i am going to tell you a story of how God once again spoke peace into my life.<br />
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as you might remember from my post last week. spring break has come and gone. thus, the question that i keep hearing time and time again, is "what are you doing after college, with the exception of getting married?"<br />
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my response to this question...."i don't know."<br />
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which for a planner like me is the scariest thing to say. my future is truly out of my hands. at time i feel helpless and hopeless about what i am supposed to do in my future. yet, in this abyss of nothingness, i can truly reach out to God and seek His will in my life.<br />
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on thursday of last week, i was sitting down in my hall's chapel, begging God for some help. i kept asking question after question about where i am supposed to be and what i am supposed to do after graduation. i was in a desperate state of just wanting a glimpse of the future. then i heard Him. i heard God saying,<br />
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"dana, relax. i have got this. just wait on me and trust me. i have a plan for you, but i need you to wait."<br />
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wow. what a humbling moment to realize how out of control i am in regards to my future. humbling, yet so rewarding for me.<br />
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so i went on with my weekend, and again was asked the question, "what are you doing after college?" this time i responded with a much more confident, "i don't know, but i am trusting God."<br />
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because i know that my father loves me, and has a grand plan for my life. in the depth of my heart, i feel that God is planning something far bigger than i can even imagine right now. it's scary, yet really cool at the same time.<br />
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yesterday, the <a href="http://www.redbusproject.org/">Red Bus Project</a> came to my school. i was super pumped about it because i had heard of what this organization is all about. check out the link for sure. but what it is a migrating thrift store that goes from college campus to college campus. all proceeds go to grants for families who are adopting, which is totally awesome!!<br />
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one of the guys who started the Red Bus Project came to one of my classes to talk about adoption and the Red Bus Project. and what happened? God used him to speak into my life once more.<br />
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as he was speaking, the tears just poured down my face. God was meeting in class to reinforce His call in my life. this call to help families who are adopting. yet this time, He asked me to go one step further. this time he said, "dana, not only tell a story, but help this family raise money. plan a fundraiser for this family."<br />
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i had to take a step back and take a breath. but i have this fire in my soul to help families. i love when God meets me where i am and shows me what to do.<br />
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yet through all of this, i am being affirmed in what God has shown me. i need to make a career out of sharing adopting families stories and i need to help them fundraise.<br />
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it is so amazing how great God is to us, His children.<br />
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now, please bear with me as i get on my soapbox for just a minute.<br />
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i would like to share with you some facts.<br />
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currently, there are over 140 million orphans in the world right now. this number is staggering. hearing this brings tears to my life. every 18 seconds one child becomes an orphan.<br />
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if 7% of the 2 billion Christians were to take action and adopt orphans, there would not be the orphan crisis that there is today.<br />
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only <b><span style="font-size: large;">7%</span> </b>...what? seriously?<br />
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i heard this and now more than ever, i have a renewed spirit. i no longer want to be silent on this issue. it is time that we put our faith into action. if you have felt a calling in your life to adopt, take this a sign to seriously look into it. take it one step at a time. don't waste time because life is short and fragile.<br />
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ok, i step down.<br />
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in the upcoming days, i will be bringing to your computer a story of a family and a fundraiser. if you do not feel a calling in your life to adopt, then please at least begin to consider donating financially to a family who is adopting. for Jesus Christ commands us to take care of the widows and orphans in James 1:27.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352842113837363930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826187588456333204.post-81910153270579790872013-03-11T20:25:00.003-07:002013-03-11T20:31:27.190-07:00the happenings of my not so exciting life.<br />
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so today was the first day back from spring break.<br />
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before i begin this rant, let us first take a moment to appreciate the fact that IU has won the big ten conference for the season! woot woot! way to go hoosiers!<br />
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back to my day.<br />
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normally this day is dreadful, because who really loves coming back from a beautiful climate to snow. but not this time, no this time it was in the 60s and beautiful. indiana must have missed me as much as i missed it.<br />
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so on to my day. it was great. i was able to hit the snooze button and not be late to anything. so i woke up feeling refreshed. then i got to see my mama briefly, and who doesn't love seeing their mama!<br />
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class, was class as usually. but me being the nerd, i, of course, loved it.<br />
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this afternoon, i had a kick butt workout. i was in beast mode. my arms are going to kill tomorrow but bring on the pain! i want to have not so flabby arms for the wedding hehehe.<br />
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then i got to spend some time with my best friend, the fiance. we haven't had any alone time since being before break (we were not together over break). so some quality time was greatly needed.<br />
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then meetings with some of my fave people, my staff. then i got to catch up with one of my best girl friends, evelyn. she's awesome, everyone needs to know that. i love catching up with that girl. but we had to stop talking because we both have lots of homework. i was going to try and take a picture of us doing homework, but i got too involved with my work. oh well.<br />
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after hours of doing homework and snacking on ramen noodles and sipping my fave blueberry tea, i would say that today has been an alright day.<br />
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not too shabby for the first day back to school.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">yes, i like to rock the side pony and yes, i know that ramen noodles might be the least healthiest foods to eat. but i only indulge every once in a while. what it really is is that i think it will taste good, so i get them take a few bites and remember why they are not a staple in my diet. yuck. yet i still remain to eat them every once in a blue moon, go figure. </td></tr>
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