<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:10:40.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever My Heart Desires...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-3085496184035401673</id><published>2008-06-16T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:23:31.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye blogger!</title><content type='html'>After 2 years of blogging here, I am shutting down my blog site.  I have a new blog in progress at &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/lifeofjennifer"&gt;www.freewebs.com/lifeofjennifer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for a change and I like the set up better on the new site.  I've got a couple of things up over there already, but wanted to make this announcement before totally deleting this blog page.  I hope I see you over there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-3085496184035401673?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3085496184035401673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=3085496184035401673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3085496184035401673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3085496184035401673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-blogger.html' title='Goodbye blogger!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-2796415911298379641</id><published>2008-05-31T21:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:51.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be home!</title><content type='html'>After driving for what felt like an ETERNITY to Orlando and back, I am so glad to be in my own bed, in my room, in my house, in Alabama! I had a lot of fun--for the most part--while we visited Universal Studios.  Those pull out sleeper-sofas are works of the devil....trust me--LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of the sights at Universal.  I forgot my camera the first day (bad Jennifer) so I guess I will just HAVE to make a trip back soon so I can catch a shot of those nice lookin' mummy guys that were walking around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Disable right mouse click Script&lt;br /&gt;//By Maximus (maximus@nsimail.com) w/ mods by DynamicDrive&lt;br /&gt;//For full source code, visit http://www.dynamicdrive.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var message="Function Disabled!";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;function clickIE4(){&lt;br /&gt;if (event.button==2){&lt;br /&gt;alert(message);&lt;br /&gt;return false;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function clickNS4(e){&lt;br /&gt;if (document.layers||document.getElementById&amp;&amp;!document.all){&lt;br /&gt;if (e.which==2||e.which==3){&lt;br /&gt;alert(message);&lt;br /&gt;return false;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if (document.layers){&lt;br /&gt;document.captureEvents(Event.MOUSEDOWN);&lt;br /&gt;document.onmousedown=clickNS4;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else if (document.all&amp;&amp;!document.getElementById){&lt;br /&gt;document.onmousedown=clickIE4;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;document.oncontextmenu=new Function("alert(message);return false")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// --&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMXRFTDbI/AAAAAAAAARk/FQxMGDkMD60/s1600-h/Universal+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMXRFTDbI/AAAAAAAAARk/FQxMGDkMD60/s320/Universal+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206737713055862194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMXxFTDcI/AAAAAAAAARs/YhPSCVsrBRc/s1600-h/Universal+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMXxFTDcI/AAAAAAAAARs/YhPSCVsrBRc/s320/Universal+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206737721645796802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMYBFTDdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PgAE2PxejsU/s1600-h/Universal+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMYBFTDdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PgAE2PxejsU/s320/Universal+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206737725940764114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMYRFTDeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cFmKH1S7qPk/s1600-h/Universal+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMYRFTDeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cFmKH1S7qPk/s320/Universal+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206737730235731426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMYhFTDfI/AAAAAAAAASE/-xn-1lWlsZA/s1600-h/Universal+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMYhFTDfI/AAAAAAAAASE/-xn-1lWlsZA/s320/Universal+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206737734530698738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the wild rides!  I am a roller coaster nut!  Sort of strange though--I am slightly terrified of heights, but I love thrill rides.  The higher/faster a coaster goes, the happier I am.  The best ride at Universal is definitely the Mummy ride--awesome!  We rode that one about 3 times I think.  Islands of Adventure has more thrill rides, so I liked it better.  The Hulk is pretty good, but not long enough.  You wait in line for 45 minutes and you only get a 90 second ride--bummer!  Anyway, hopefully sometime this year we can go back (when it's NOT 90 degrees).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-2796415911298379641?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2796415911298379641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=2796415911298379641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2796415911298379641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2796415911298379641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-good-to-be-home.html' title='It&apos;s good to be home!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SEIMXRFTDbI/AAAAAAAAARk/FQxMGDkMD60/s72-c/Universal+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-4676069577837976829</id><published>2008-05-13T14:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:32:53.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first attempt....</title><content type='html'>I took piano lessons YEARS ago and learned just enough to play for our church.  I can play most hymns without a problem.  I've never been good at all that "play by ear" stuff...NEVER!  I have to have the music sitting in front of me--and even then, depending on the difficulty of the song, I may have to practice a lot before it's good enough to sing by....oh, and I DO NOT sing either...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some trouble sleeping a while back and decided that nothing would frustrate me more than trying to play a song by ear.  I got up, turned the keyboard on, and the wheels started turning in my head..."Which song should I try to butcher tonight?"  After all, this being the first attempt at a "all by ear" song, I wanted it to be a good one...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite guys sing a song called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reason Enough&lt;/span&gt;.  It's a great song and it had been stuck in my head ever since we went to Iowa last year!  I catch myself watching the video clip from the concert over and over.  After hearing this song about a million times (by choice of course) I decided this was a good one to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple hours later, this is what I ended up with--not a masterpiece, I know.....but for my first effort, I thought it wasn't THAT bad...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;This song was written by E. Haase, W. Haun, and J. Lindsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/10/12/284127/LINE-2008-05-04_00h07m45s.mp3" title="LINE-2008-05-04_00h07m45s.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;   LINE-2008-05-04_00h07m45s.mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-4676069577837976829?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4676069577837976829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=4676069577837976829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4676069577837976829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4676069577837976829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-attempt.html' title='My first attempt....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-7277113068984676423</id><published>2008-05-13T09:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:51.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New pet?</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, I was overly thirsty and couldn't get downstairs fast enough to get some ice cold water!  I grabbed my favorite jumbo plastic racing cup, filled it to the top with crushed ice, and headed to the sink...&lt;br /&gt;As I look out our kitchen window, I spot these horridly wretched black birds and they seem to be attacking a small critter.  I bang on the window and mumble a few words under my breath hoping they would sense my hatred toward them.  They took a hint and flew away...just in time--I was ready to run out on the porch in my "Roll Tide" PJ's.  As I look closer at this critter, I realize that he could have held his own against those evil crows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SCmuOoExhRI/AAAAAAAAARU/yhiRPHLOSRo/s1600-h/turtle+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SCmuOoExhRI/AAAAAAAAARU/yhiRPHLOSRo/s320/turtle+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199878811074790674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a turtle!  He poked his freakishly cute little head out as I was walking toward him.  He looked thankful that I shoo'ed those nasty birds away, but still he looked a little scary with his bright red eyes and long 'fingers' sticking out,  almost like they were waving at me....eww...I don't think I like turtles...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SCmvZIExhSI/AAAAAAAAARc/vb1ObbK9dh8/s1600-h/turtle+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SCmvZIExhSI/AAAAAAAAARc/vb1ObbK9dh8/s320/turtle+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199880090975044898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-7277113068984676423?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7277113068984676423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=7277113068984676423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7277113068984676423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7277113068984676423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-pet.html' title='New pet?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/SCmuOoExhRI/AAAAAAAAARU/yhiRPHLOSRo/s72-c/turtle+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-1311353114193019455</id><published>2008-05-09T07:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:54:38.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few sights from Chi-town</title><content type='html'>Although Chicago is NOT my kind of town, I did shove the small Canon camera in my pocket and go around snapping shots all around the pier.  Lake Michigan was gorgeous and reminded me so much of the beach.  The view from the grand ballroom overlooking the water was worth the 8 mile walk (or at least it felt like 8 miles) down the pier.  I was so happy to be at the taping, but just a little inside info for those of us who are from the South...Southerners don't transplant well in Chicago!  Don't ask for 'sweet tea'....what you get in return is not pretty...LOL   I was SO glad to have our plane touch down in Birmingham late that night!  I will never again complain about Birmingham being a 'mad house'....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w111.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Chi-Town/20134d60.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Chi-Town/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20134d60.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-1311353114193019455?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1311353114193019455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=1311353114193019455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1311353114193019455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1311353114193019455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/few-sights-from-chi-town.html' title='A few sights from Chi-town'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-4585193049154962124</id><published>2008-05-06T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:20:19.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On to another chapter in my life...</title><content type='html'>The new nurse.....well....ALMOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Pinning006v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Pinning006v.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our RN graduating class of 2008 just completed our pinning ceremony!  Yay!  I wasn't very social throughout my 2 years in the nursing program, but I think I might actually miss a few of my crazy classmates.  There are will always be the 3 or 4 that I stay in touch with forever, but for the most part, I will probably never see half of those people again.  Kinda sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Pinning012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Pinning012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note,  I am so glad to be finished with my ADN, but now I am thinking even further ahead--BSN to MSN!  That will take a while for sure, especially while I am working, but I want to take a small break from the stress of school for a while before I start back with full force.  I have an "interview" tomorrow with Trinity Hospital in the CVICU.  I'm a little nervous, especially since I am a fresh graduate.  I have 9 million things to do in order to take boards, get temporary license, etc... Still not sure what area I want to pursue as far as my 'career' is concerned, but I figure starting out with a slightly familiar environment is probably the best bet.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-4585193049154962124?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4585193049154962124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=4585193049154962124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4585193049154962124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4585193049154962124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-to-another-chapter-in-my-life.html' title='On to another chapter in my life...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-6842392573007205863</id><published>2008-05-04T21:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:21:53.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent close to home is worth the drive :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/WesHampton/Wes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/WesHampton/Wes2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I went to Double Oak Community Church in Birmingham to hear the one, the only, Wes Hampton.  I knew he lived around here, but I didn't realize that all that stood between me and a "Wes-only concert" was a 20-25 minute drive up 280!  He is absolutely a wonderful singer!  I am so accustomed to hearing him do 'Gaither' material so I was in for a surprise when I heard different songs.  They were all beautiful songs--I wish I knew the names of them...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/WesHampton/Wes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/WesHampton/Wes1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He sang a few familiar to me, one of which I thought could only be done justice by Marshall Hall, but I was mistaken---Wes nailed it!  His wife, Andrea, sang two songs with him and she has a beautiful voice also.  I didn't know she was a singer.  The Praise Choir joined Wes in singing on some of the songs and they are fantastic as well!  His two little boys were there and are as cute as can be.  Most of you that keep up with my blog know that my life almost revolves around seeing EH&amp;amp;SS, but this was pretty close to being a perfect night too!  Wes is one of the nicest people I have met in the gospel industry. He is very easy to approach and has a great memory of the fans he meets.  I can't wait till I can do this again :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/WesHampton/Wes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/WesHampton/Wes3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-6842392573007205863?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6842392573007205863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=6842392573007205863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6842392573007205863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6842392573007205863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/talent-close-to-home-is-worth-drive.html' title='Talent close to home is worth the drive :-)'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/WesHampton/th_Wes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-5561364090338334649</id><published>2008-04-08T17:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:52.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog</title><content type='html'>Riley has blessed our lives for the past 12 years. She is a little on the spoiled side and a little lazy, but she is my 'baby' and it broke my heart to find out she is very sick. She has an enlarged heart and it's cutting off her oxygen supply. She is on some doggy heart medicine now and if all goes well, she could possibly be with us for a couple more years. I don't even want to think about the medicine not working...I have already cried until I can't see straight! So, as I sit here and type, she is laying on the couch snoozing away like nothing is wrong. Her breathing has gotten somewhat better since Sunday, so I am seeing that as a sign of improvement. She will have to take those doggy medicines everyday for the rest of her sweet little life--but it's worth it to be able to keep my baby well enough to stay with us longer  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v371r36-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cQ5Jrb7CAqY/s1600-h/Riley+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v371r36-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cQ5Jrb7CAqY/s320/Riley+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187012003242699746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v38Vr36_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WPNlHSPX7CY/s1600-h/LSony+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v38Vr36_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WPNlHSPX7CY/s320/LSony+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187012011832634354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v38lr37AI/AAAAAAAAARE/rGwAb7PMR18/s1600-h/LSony+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v38lr37AI/AAAAAAAAARE/rGwAb7PMR18/s320/LSony+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187012016127601666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v39Fr37BI/AAAAAAAAARM/QpLaunr-Kz0/s1600-h/Riley+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v39Fr37BI/AAAAAAAAARM/QpLaunr-Kz0/s320/Riley+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187012024717536274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-5561364090338334649?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5561364090338334649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=5561364090338334649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5561364090338334649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5561364090338334649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dog.html' title='My Dog'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_v371r36-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cQ5Jrb7CAqY/s72-c/Riley+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-6019698810643527142</id><published>2008-04-02T08:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:52.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate packing...</title><content type='html'>Since I was able to keep my plans for this weekend, I thought I might start packing a few things so I won't have to worry with it tomorrow.  My cat KNOWS that something is up!  He has never seen a suitcase before but he knows deep down that it means mom is going away for a few days.  He's not happy about this--I guess he thought that if he sat on my suitcase then I wouldn't be able to put anything else in it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_OFJFr368I/AAAAAAAAAQk/oPyA_94GPoo/s1600-h/JazzSuitcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_OFJFr368I/AAAAAAAAAQk/oPyA_94GPoo/s320/JazzSuitcase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184633987225086914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to Jazz sitting on my suitcase, he just HAD to check out the Ernie bobble-head!  He ended up slapping it over on to the bed--I'm not sure if he genuinely likes Ernie yet--We will have to work on that ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_OGh1r369I/AAAAAAAAAQs/b4wyrDZqO-Q/s1600-h/Pet+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_OGh1r369I/AAAAAAAAAQs/b4wyrDZqO-Q/s320/Pet+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184635511938477010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-6019698810643527142?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6019698810643527142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=6019698810643527142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6019698810643527142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6019698810643527142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-packing.html' title='I hate packing...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R_OFJFr368I/AAAAAAAAAQk/oPyA_94GPoo/s72-c/JazzSuitcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-5626776164631634026</id><published>2008-03-26T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:08:44.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 3 more days!!</title><content type='html'>I realize it's good to actually have some patience in life, but I really don't think I have any....Paducah is about 3 days away and I can hardly contain myself.  I really need this weekend for several reasons.  First off, I am still a little bummed about my exit exam grade--I have never 'failed' anything until now so it's a big hit to my confidence.  Second, the next exit exam is scheduled for Wednesday of next week--right after our neurological test.  I really dislike back to back exams, but I will manage.  And last but not least, I just NEED some SSQ to wake me up inside!  All this 'last semester nursing school mumbo jumbo' has totally fried my brain and my heart.  I have never felt so ADD in my life!  Four hundred things need to be done by a particular date and it's like I don't even know where to start!  Boy, I really need Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-5626776164631634026?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5626776164631634026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=5626776164631634026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5626776164631634026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5626776164631634026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-3-more-days.html' title='Only 3 more days!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-8842203574744934754</id><published>2008-03-24T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:38:23.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now it's over</title><content type='html'>This time last week I was jumping for joy over the week of freedom I was about to endure.  I can sleep late!!  Oh how wonderful it was to be able to sleep past sunrise!  I never knew how relaxing it was to sleep until 7:00! Unfortunately, now that my internal clock is TOTALLY messed up, I have to start waking at the crack of dawn again!  I haven't been to bed before 2 AM in a week now, but I have got to start getting back into the swing of things--you know, in my REM cycle by 10:00.  I have enjoyed the break, but as all breaks are, this one was not long enough.  I did accomplish a few things on the break--I started walking again and I feel great!  I have been walking about 3 miles a day--sometimes more.  I have completely neglected my studies this past week...I mean really...who wants to spend their ONLY break studying?!?! I will probably pay for that laziness later, but for now I am enjoying the last day of spring break!  I am excited about this weekend--Ernie Haase and Signature Sound concert in Paducah, Kentucky!  Although it hasn't been THAT long since I saw the guys, I still suffer from withdrawals after about 2 weeks.  I am also looking forward to meeting a new message board friend--I love that MB.  I have met so many great people over the past year or so.  Ahh...I am so anxious!!!  I need to calm down--I think I am going for my walk now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-8842203574744934754?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8842203574744934754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=8842203574744934754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8842203574744934754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8842203574744934754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-now-its-over.html' title='And now it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-8943102707849956844</id><published>2008-03-12T20:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:53.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So THAT'S what a pretty day looks like!</title><content type='html'>I have not seen a sunny, pretty day in quite some time now.  I am either stuck in a hospital from before the sun rises until after the sun sets, or I am trying to study something completely boring and miserable!  I had a rough morning....failed my exit exam by about 5 questions, so the pretty day was not accepted as such until after I calmed down some.  I decided to take a few pictures of the pretty day--just to remember that no matter what happens in my 'personal' life, God is still great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iGStzf0YI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MhLOE2Qy4jg/s1600-h/DSC03866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iGStzf0YI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MhLOE2Qy4jg/s320/DSC03866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177035427753742722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friend to the bees and other creepy crawlers!  One bee in particular kept trying to get rid of me, but I stood my ground--but not for long....I hate bugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iCLtzf0WI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FA-XTFtFIzc/s1600-h/DSC03869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iCLtzf0WI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FA-XTFtFIzc/s320/DSC03869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177030909448147298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the only little purple flower in the entire flower pot!  This little trooper has survived some frigid temperatures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iCgdzf0XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xsoEad-q4DY/s1600-h/DSC03856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iCgdzf0XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xsoEad-q4DY/s320/DSC03856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177031265930432882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so pretty outside, I just had to let Jazz get a breath of fresh air.  He has become an 'inside' kitty over these past few months (he was not thrilled with that change, but he is learning) so I was a good mom--let the kitty play in the sunshine for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iBw9zf0VI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TMa8-884APQ/s1600-h/DSC03860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iBw9zf0VI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TMa8-884APQ/s320/DSC03860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177030449886646610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I planted this tree when I was in the 4th grade and now it towers over our swimming pool and is a good bit taller than our house!  It's endured many a tornado warning and even became the home to a little nest of birds for a while.  I can't believe how big it has gotten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-8943102707849956844?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8943102707849956844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=8943102707849956844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8943102707849956844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8943102707849956844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-thats-what-pretty-day-looks-like.html' title='So THAT&apos;S what a pretty day looks like!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9iGStzf0YI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MhLOE2Qy4jg/s72-c/DSC03866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-6747573259560409476</id><published>2008-03-09T23:34:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:53.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk down memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9S7UNzf0PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-4Iefb-G-JQ/s1600-h/Unity30908+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9S7UNzf0PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-4Iefb-G-JQ/s320/Unity30908+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175967827732975858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;oday I went back to the church o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;f my childhood deep in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; the h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;art of We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ogufka, Alabama.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t set foot in this little white church in probably 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; walked into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;the church this morning, several faces looked familiar—but names &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;escaped me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Several people asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“And what is your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; swe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;etheart?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply struck dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;p into their memories—&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Little Jennifer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; word darling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last time I saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you, you were this high…how’s your m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing, are you married yet darling?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ith all the introductions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9TAgtzf0UI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Cn0JQvXTo0k/s1600-h/Unity30908+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9TAgtzf0UI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Cn0JQvXTo0k/s320/Unity30908+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175973540039479618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; complete, I fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;und my seat closer to the fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ont of the church and began to look aro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;und.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I can remember going with my mom every Sunday and sitting on that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ack pew, singing those good old gospel hym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ns that are still at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; the root of my soul today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember Papaw, Grady, Glory, Sherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;, and M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;amaw singing together—Grady playing that old piano the way no one else could.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; a long time si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;nce I laid eyes on that ‘rocking piano’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything looked the same, smelled the same, I think the same flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;were on disp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;lay 15 years ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember my Papaw leading the song service and Sherry playing the piano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9S93dzf0SI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5I3rETZKGUE/s1600-h/Unity30908+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9S93dzf0SI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5I3rETZKGUE/s320/Unity30908+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175970632346620194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I remember the duets that Grady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; and Glory used to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ing—I love those songs.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I remember my Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;w keeping those tissues and cough drops tucked away safely in her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I remember going to ‘childre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;n’s church’ and making ants on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;a log with Mr. and Mrs. Benson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I remember painting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Sunday School and messing up my lacey dress, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I remember playing Simon Says on the bric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ks out back, I remember sitting on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; the church sign, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9S_ENzf0TI/AAAAAAAAAPw/abU_2GJX4Ps/s1600-h/Unity30908+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9S_ENzf0TI/AAAAAAAAAPw/abU_2GJX4Ps/s320/Unity30908+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175971950901580082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I remember the smell of Sunday sup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;per at Mamaw’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss it so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;much, but things are not the same anymore- people have gone on to be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ord, people have grown older and unable to “come and do” like they once could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seeing all those fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;iliar, yet older faces made me realize how much I missed when I was younger.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;There are some things that just make you feel at ease, make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; you feel at home, make you feel like a child again—this was one of those times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Grady and Glory did sing a song together today…tears rolled down my cheeks when I saw that old piano begin to rock as Grady tapped his foot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So many good memories lingered through my mind today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could go back to those times—I wouldn’t take them for granted…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-6747573259560409476?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6747573259560409476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=6747573259560409476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6747573259560409476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6747573259560409476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A walk down memory lane'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/R9S7UNzf0PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-4Iefb-G-JQ/s72-c/Unity30908+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-3894310394349908701</id><published>2008-03-03T23:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:55:56.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/valley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I really don't know how I let my blog get into the shape that it's in!  One might speculate that nursing school is getting all of my attention, but I think it's because I have somehow wandered into a spiritual valley and don't quite know how to make it back out.  Nursing school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; taking up a lot of my time, but I still need to have time for God.  He gave his son for me--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a sinner like me&lt;/span&gt;--so that I would have everlasting life.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The least I can do is make time for Him"&lt;/span&gt;...it's easy to get into that mindset, but I don't think that's a very good place to be.  I don't think I should have to 'make' time for God.  ALL my time should be for God first and foremost, then everything else will fall into place.  I am struggling with some "inner demons" and I can't seem to get away from the things that bind me to this particular valley.  A very good friend has helped me out and I feel her words are wise and true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Girl, everyone walking this  earth has 'bumps',  some big ones too!  You must forgive  yourself.  That clears the path for God to truly work in your life, pruning  the branches until you begin the fruit He wants you to be, ..." I am the vine,  you are the branches..."  You can never out love the Lord, yet as humans we can put up roadblocks through our own need to milk our hurt and disappointment in ourselves...don't go there!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  God would rather you spend that emotional energy praising Him, not pitying yourself~Think about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of putting up that roadblock and it's a hard one to take down, but I keep remembering a verse from my favorite Doug Anderson song--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; If your lost and confused wondering where it will end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There’s a way you can know that wherever you’ve been, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You can make your way home and be forgiven again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love knowing that no matter what happens--GOD LOVES US AND FORGIVES US FOR OUR SINS!  All we have to do is ask and believe, pray about it, and truly repent.  God's love knows no boundaries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-3894310394349908701?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3894310394349908701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=3894310394349908701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3894310394349908701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3894310394349908701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-happened.html' title='What happened?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-6726481882450154950</id><published>2008-02-17T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:32:35.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting closer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" name="flashplayer" src="http://www.wishafriend.com/countdown/swf/graduation1.swf?then_year=2008&amp;amp;then_month=4&amp;amp;then_day=9&amp;amp;eventt=Graduate+Nursing+School%21" quality="high" width="260" height="210" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-6726481882450154950?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6726481882450154950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=6726481882450154950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6726481882450154950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6726481882450154950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-getting-closer.html' title='It&apos;s getting closer!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-4377352053834904728</id><published>2008-02-10T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:50:00.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tupelo Homecoming--Feb 9, 2008</title><content type='html'>EH&amp;amp;SS have really spoiled me—I normally only attend Homecomings for that ‘hold me over until solo’ feeling, but this one was the best I have seen! We had a great time—not too far to drive, traffic was nonexistent until we tried to find a place to eat! The traffic in Tupelo was horrible! While we were creeping along in traffic, Lindsey freaks out and starts screaming…”MARSH! IT’S MARSH! TURN AROUND!” I almost had a wreck trying to see what this crazy girl was hollering about. She saw Marsh walking down the sidewalk! If traffic had not been so crazy, I would have at least rolled the window down and let out a big “HELLO!” After having my eardrum ruptured by Lindsey’s screams, we stopped at Red Lobster to eat and everyone, including management, was looking at our MB shirts. Our waitress got an earful about SSQ when she inquired about our matching attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--emo&amp;;)--&gt;We got to the venue a little early because our tickets were held at the box office. When we entered the arena we saw David at the table—there’s probably not a better way to be welcomed that to have it done by David! He is so very sweet to us…always open for hugs, pictures, and a little chitchat. We kept David company for a few minutes before making our way inside. Thanks, David!&lt;!--endemo--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our seats and waited patiently…time was creeping by too slowly. Frankie passed through the arena and saw our shirts, threw up a big ‘hello’ wave-- busy guy, but always manages to say hi somehow or another! A few minutes later, Tim came walking through with big ‘hello waves’ and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--emo&amp;:lol:--&gt;We went back out to the tables hoping the rest of the guys would be out—they were. Doug was really excited to have Lindsey back with us—he always takes the time to make us feel so special! We talked with him a while and told of our future concert appearances. Doug asked Lindsey “You been riding any more 4 wheelers with Ernie?”  She is still giving me a hard time about posting that! We saw Ryan and Tim without a fan attached, so we jumped in for a picture. Ryan was looking in the other direction when we suddenly appeared for a photo op. I asked how Olivia’s big birthday was and he said she had a great time. We got our pic with Tim and told him he’d be seeing us again in Corinth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--emo&amp;:)--&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;So with all our hugs and hellos completed, we went back to our seat and waited for everyone to come on stage. Those crazy Gaither guys are hilarious at the beginning of the show—Rory and Kevin keep the crowd laughing! Before we knew it, the concert was starting! I cannot even begin to remember all the songs that were done, but they were good! Lots of stuff from the Together project, Jeff and Sheri Easter, Greg and Charlotte Ritchie and Landon—such a little cutie, Ivan Parker, Ben Spear, Lynda Randle, Michael English, Janet Paschal…I am sure I will forget to mention someone. The show-stopper (as always) was EH&amp;amp;SS. They rocked! Get Away Jordan was awesome—people on their feet, clapping, shouting…it was fun! I love the body slam between Ernie and Doug—pretty cool! Every Homecoming event I have been to, EH&amp;amp;SS are always the first standing ovation, and that didn’t change for this show. They always bring energy to the arena. Ah, I just love em! Oh yea, I almost forgot, Wayne Haun was there also--doing a great job on the piano again.  GVB hit the stage right after our guys.  I was glad they did &lt;i&gt;I’ll Tell It Wherever I Go&lt;/i&gt;…I like the songs where Wes has a time to shine. Gotta support my Alabama guys! Speaking of Alabama guys, Gordon Mote rocks! I love the songs he does solo—&lt;i&gt;Don’t Let Me Miss The Glory, Old Gospel Ship, Can’t Even Walk Without You Holding My Hand&lt;/i&gt;…. It just doesn’t get any better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--emo&amp;:P--&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;At intermission, we went to say hi to Ernie. He asked us how long our drive was…they know we are crazy enough to drive for hours.  Got a good hug and a picture. About this picture…well, it seems that Labernie showed up when he heard there would be a photo op! (((Thanks Ernie)))  Speaking of Ernie, he was dressed quite &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt;.  Lindsey even said, “Does he…&lt;i&gt;match?&lt;/i&gt;” I didn’t know what to think—no bunnies, no safety pins, what is the world coming to??? Anyway, he looked great—they all looked exceptionally spiffy—from the tip of their beautifully spiked hair to their shoes. It was wonderful seeing them again. We miss them so easily! We get home after a concert, rest for a few minutes, then we miss them again! It’s a vicious cycle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After intermission, we went back to our seats and Kevin was drawing names for the $200 give away from Gaither. You will never guess who won—LINDSEY! She was the last name to be called. She screamed so loud when they called her name—people from every direction turned and looked. She got to go to the stage and she was on the big screen during the time when Bill would ask their names. Tim talked to her while she was up there. Pretty cool! She is thinking about giving it away to the animal shelter—she’s an animal nut, so the shelter will more than likely be receiving some money soon. Ah, this was the best Homecoming we have been to! I can hardly wait for Meridian and Pensacola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!  You always make our drive worth while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-4377352053834904728?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4377352053834904728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=4377352053834904728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4377352053834904728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4377352053834904728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/02/tupelo-homecoming-feb-9-2008.html' title='Tupelo Homecoming--Feb 9, 2008'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-256969778267867881</id><published>2008-01-05T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:59:06.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun to come in 2008???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dragover="true" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been filling out my calendar this morning-- adding important school dates and times, clinical hours, ect...I have also been studying the SSQ concert schedule to see how many potential concerts there are for us this year.  With 3 down in the books already, I am hoping to see many more dates scheduled for us southern folks!  Not that I didn't enjoy the traveling days of 2007, but it got expensive--flights, hotels, rental cars--I am jobless until graduation, so money is tight until I see that RN license come in the mail.  I can't wait till the first concert for us this year!  I am really excited about it since we got really good seats and it just so happen to fit into my clinical schedule--barring any type of schedule change on my end&lt;span dragover="true" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; *keeping fingers crossed and a prayer sent everyday*&lt;/span&gt;  So, in addition to all these concert jitters I am ALREADY suffering from, I start my preceptorship this semester at the hospital I plan on working for!  Preceptorship hours are crazy!  I have to put in 150 total preceptor hours along with the twelve 8 hour clinicals that are required for this semester!  I may be showing up to that concert in my scrubs!  But, like Ernie always says, "Don't Worry, Be Happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2753bc0aa0303475" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2753bc0aa0303475%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053839%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D819D7724F361929EEA4D851D77FD2C34C489DF6.1372AA7DDA2858AC4F489A83B76EE13D62F99390%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2753bc0aa0303475%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmGUFumOllNN50Ad9BYYAvUTYW78&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2753bc0aa0303475%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053839%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D819D7724F361929EEA4D851D77FD2C34C489DF6.1372AA7DDA2858AC4F489A83B76EE13D62F99390%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2753bc0aa0303475%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmGUFumOllNN50Ad9BYYAvUTYW78&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-256969778267867881?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2753bc0aa0303475&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/256969778267867881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=256969778267867881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/256969778267867881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/256969778267867881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-fun-to-come-in-2008.html' title='More fun to come in 2008???'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-1700689237374811527</id><published>2008-01-03T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:16:47.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my....I didn't realize</title><content type='html'>It's been FOREVER since I made a blog entry!  What in the world has been occupying my time so that I cannot blog!?!?!?  Well first of all, school almost killed me--I have never been so nervous about an exam in my life!  The final for the fall semester was the only test that has EVER made me sick!  I am so glad that part is over with.  With four semesters down and one to go, nursing school is coming to an end.  Seems like I just started out, but I am almost finished!  The one thing that I look forward to the most is not having to wear those ugly white uniforms--hideous!  Who ever decided to dress a bunch of girls in all white was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have been following four of the greatest guys all over the United States during 2007.  12 concerts really will spoil a person.  3 airplane rides will totally turn a person against the airline industry.  1 scuffed rental car will make you wish you took out the insurance to cover that little mishap at the Steak and Shake...oops! $117.oo worth of scrapbook materials and photos will make your checkbook sad and your heart smile--especially when you look at the finished product!  Looking back, 2007 has been an AWESOME year!  It was full of SSQ...how could it NOT be great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I had been changing bedrooms.  I moved the majority of my junk into the bigger bedroom.  That was a disaster!  I can't even talk about it--LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, my laptop has been out of commission--bad DVD/CD drive.  It's been in the shop getting fixed.  You never realize how much a small machine can make your life miserable until it stops working.  I was stuck with the big desktop--old faithful.  That PC has been through a lot.  I am glad she is still hanging in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make a quick ending here--I have been extremely busy!  I hope to be back to blogging on a regular basis.  I won't know anything until school starts back.  Something tells me it may be another 3 months before my blog gets updated!  Yikes~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-1700689237374811527?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1700689237374811527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=1700689237374811527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1700689237374811527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1700689237374811527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-myi-didnt-realize.html' title='Oh my....I didn&apos;t realize'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-3015364875396594777</id><published>2007-10-20T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T21:37:26.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Things To Remember!</title><content type='html'>1. Faith is the ability to not panic.   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;2. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you prayed, don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;3. As a child of God, prayer is kinda like calling home every&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;day.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;4. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;shape.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;5. When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;us to be still so He can untangle the knot.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;6. Do the math.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Count your blessings.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;7. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;8. Dear God: I have a problem. It's me.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;9. Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;10. Laugh every day - it's like inner jogging.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;11. The most important things in your home are the people.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;12. Growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional.&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;13. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Come on in.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;15. He who dies with the most toys is still dead.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;16. We do not remember days but moments. Life moves too fast so&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;enjoy your precious moments.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;17. Nothing is real to you until you experience it; otherwise&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;it's just hearsay.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;18. It's all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Just be sure to flush when you are done.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;19. Surviving and living your life successfully requires&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;courage. The goals and dreams you're seeking require courage&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;and risk-taking. Learn from the turtle, it only makes progress&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;when it sticks out its neck.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;20. Be more concerned with your character than your reputation.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Your character is what you really are, while your reputation&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;is merely what others think you are.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter the storm,&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Leave gentle fingerprints on the soul of another for the&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;angels to read. I don't want to get to the end of my life&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;lived the width of it as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-3015364875396594777?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3015364875396594777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=3015364875396594777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3015364875396594777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3015364875396594777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/10/twenty-things-to-remember.html' title='Twenty Things To Remember!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-4026769956865738145</id><published>2007-10-20T20:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:54:53.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" height="232" width="402" id="wiid_7999" align="middle" data="http://downloads.thespringbox.com/web/wrapper.php?file=Random Fun Facts.sbw"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://downloads.thespringbox.com/web/wrapper.php?file=Random Fun Facts.sbw" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="partner_id=0" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="0x000000" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font:11px/12px arial;width:402px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny4myspace.com/widgets/diduknow" &gt;Add Random Facts to your profile!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://funny4myspace.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;funny myspace comments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB0PTExOTI5MzE2ODQ0NDkmcD0xMzI4MSZkPUZhY3RzJm49YmxvZ2dlcg==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-4026769956865738145?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4026769956865738145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=4026769956865738145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4026769956865738145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4026769956865738145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-1170462074098245525</id><published>2007-10-07T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:26:51.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrrrrooooommmm!</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remember why I stopped going to the races....SUNBURN!  I am miserable!  My oh so tender neck is like a fiery furnace radiating heat to my already scorched face.  I used sunscreen, but of course the sun felt it necessary to show me that the application process needs to be repeated several times throughout a 3 hour period....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/hotsunsweat.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to get a few decent pics...those rockets zoom by just a little to fast for a quality shot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Race10-07047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Race10-07047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Race10-07013-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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    &lt;h1&gt;Encouragement for Today - Oct. 4, 2007&lt;/h1&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://proverbs31.gospelcom.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/crosswalk/faith/devotionals/finalBlogHeader2.gif" align="top" border="0" height="100" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;o:smarttagtype name="address" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="Street" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt; &lt;object id="ieooui" classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;October 4, 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;A View from Heaven&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57); font-family: Arial;"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://proverbs31.gospelcom.net/speaker_van.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57);"&gt;Van Walton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I pray that they will all be one, just as you and I are one…” John 17: 21 (NLT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;          &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Devotion:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fall has arrived, meaning football season reigns, All across the U.S. family rooms, sports bars, and stadiums rock and roar with victory chants, loyal cheers, and triumphant shouts. Nothing is quite like a sports stadium full of excited fans where everyone comes together to cheer the home team to victory. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Most Saturdays my husband and I can be found right in the middle of the spectator storm! Recently, while sitting in the stands, God invited me to witness the game from His point of view. That’s right…. at a football game God showed me a glimpse of His desire for humanity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;For two consecutive seasons our tickets have been located in the end zone – not a bad place if you are high and lifted up, sitting inside! From that vantage point I watched as over-the-top pomp and circumstance ushered in our team. Thirty minutes before kickoff, the caged and snorting mascot arrived, led by a high-stepping band and adoring cheerleaders. The drums and trumpets might as well have announced the arrival of a supreme world leader the way the fans went crazy while a mere pig rolled around the track!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When the entire band marched onto the field, the crowd roared, stood, and, all in one accord, sang the national anthem and our school song. Then, in no time, a perfect human A-shaped runway took shape complete with flying flags, banners, pom poms, glitz and glitter. Just when I thought the noise had climaxed, the entire stadium began to rock and thump. The frenzy gone wild has to be experienced in order to understand how out-of-control 75,000 men, women and children behave seconds before their team runs out on the field.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;For the next two hours scores of people worked together to win a game. From ushers to vendors, water boys to coaches and every fan - all united for one common cause – to win. And win we did! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;While I sat in my comfy seat God turned my thoughts heavenward. In the midst of fan frenzy I began to reflect on His position – high and lifted up, sitting in His throne watching the game of life we all play. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From my position in The Hog Heaven Club– yup that is the name of the club house in the Razorback Stadium - I understood how He delights in His children when they unite for one cause. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I left the game that Saturday with a new goal – work at all costs to unite with my fellow Christian brothers and sisters to delight my Father. I am without excuse because He has given me a clear illustration as to how I am to live. He has called me to cheer on those who fight life’s battles. He has called me to march beside those whose goal is godly victory. He has called me to encourage those who struggle. Above all else, He has called me, and you, to experience such perfect unity that the world would know that God sent Jesus to show His love for all. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;All together now – Go! Fight! Win! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Father, You stop at nothing when You want to teach us life’s lessons. I stand amazed that You would chose to reach me in the midst of a loud and crazy football stadium. I want to play life’s game well, pleasing You in all I do. It is an honor to be part of Your team, but I need Your strength and encouragement to participate consistently. I ask for Your wisdom to play well, in Jesus Name, Amen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Related Resources:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://proverbs31.gospelcom.net/newresources_poundToPalace.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57);"&gt;From the Pound to the Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Van Walton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://proverbs31.gospelcom.net/newresources_community.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57);"&gt;Welcome to Community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Brian T. Anderson &amp;amp; Glynnis Whitwer &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/Sponsor_a_child/default.htm?referer=68813"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57);"&gt;Sponsor a child through Compassion International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Application Steps:  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Read the following verses that give insight into God’s will for our lives:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;John 17, Matthew 18:10-14, 21-35, 20:25-28, Luke 10:25- 37, I Thessalonians 5:12-13, James 1:27&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Reflections:  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Do I live to please myself, others, or God?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How can my life reflect that of a spiritual team player? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Power Verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Galatians 5:14-15, “For the whole law can be summed up in this one command, ‘Love you neighbor as yourself.’ But if you are always biting and devouring one another, watch out! Beware of destroying one another.”&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(NLT) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Colossians 3:1-2, “Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set you sights on the realities of heaven, where Christ sits in the place of honor at God’s right hand. 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&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;616-G, &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Matthews-Mint Hill Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Matthews, NC 28105&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57); font-family: Arial;"&gt;www.Proverbs31.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-817645618375624905?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/817645618375624905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=817645618375624905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/817645618375624905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/817645618375624905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/10/view-from-heaven-devotional.html' title='A View From Heaven--Devotional'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-7810354862469602731</id><published>2007-09-24T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:04:50.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/customcdown.swf?maturity=1193527800000:855309:0:1315860:ahbeautifulbutterfly:Signature032Sound032Concert032in032IA" quality="high" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-7810354862469602731?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7810354862469602731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=7810354862469602731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7810354862469602731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7810354862469602731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/09/countdown.html' title='Countdown!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-5223555591537772964</id><published>2007-09-04T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:03:13.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ready already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I have been watching the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together&lt;/span&gt; DVD on the Gaither site for about 2 days now....It's not helping me be patient for September 16!  I can't wait!  Although I am excited I am also depressed.  This will be our last concert for this year--number 8. &lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I will be forced to attend a Gaither Homecoming date just to curb my concert appetite....but it's just not the same :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid111.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fn147%2Fjeniboo2%2F2ea8f841.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream111.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-5223555591537772964?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5223555591537772964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=5223555591537772964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5223555591537772964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5223555591537772964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-ready-already.html' title='I am ready already!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-3517890299001071921</id><published>2007-08-12T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:30:14.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Bham07/BirminghamJen079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Bham07/BirminghamJen079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What else can be said about such a night!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First off, we left extremely early to stand outside in line in the 105 degree (no joke) heat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time we got inside we were on the verge of heat strokes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We RAN, not walked, RAN to claim our treasure…2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; row seats!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WooHoo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made all the heat a little more bearable!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After claiming our seats, we went back out to the product tables and graced the guys with our presence once again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took a few pictures and talked with a couple of message boarders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doug said “Man, it’s been a LONG time since we have seen you guys!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha…it’s only been 12 hours!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All 5 of us wore our matching shirts so they really couldn’t miss us…we stuck out in a good way!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the opening “concert” from Bill Gaither we all joined in the clapping chant for our SSQ!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They ran out on stage and the fun began!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They opened with “Someday” and went right into “Our Debts Will Be Paid”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Glory to God in the Highest” came next and that’s when I lost the note pad….all it takes is one “jumping up and clapping fit” and I lose my note pad!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do apologize so very much for not having a “real” song list.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will try to make up for it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gordon sang his new song, “Don’t Let Me Miss The Glory” and I bought the CD just for that song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s wonderful!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sang a few more while the guys were taking a little break.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He talked about his wife and the new arrival that is soon to join this world sometime in September.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a super guy…there are just no other words to describe him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must give two thumb up to our crowd…we were very motivated!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gordon Mote came back from intermission in an Alabama Football jersey….we love our football here!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The back of the jersey said “G. Mote”…too funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gordon was trying to explain to Ernie the love we all have for some good college football here in Alabama, which led to a new twist on an old joke from Ernie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guys did a couple of songs with only Gordon playing…those were a nice surprise for us!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How could I not mention the “Happy Bear”?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He made his big entrance and had the whole crowd singing along.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bought one of the bear’s last night and I love it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have played it several times since then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes me feel like I am at a concert!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After Gordon sang another new song for us, Ernie’s stories of George’s neighbor brought tears to every eye in the crowd—including the ones on stage! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;George ‘loved him’ to Jesus….that is a great story!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will never get tired of hearing it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After “I Pledge My Allegiance”, Ernie had all the veterans to remain standing—the thing about tonight that was different from any other concert I had been to was that Ernie had the guys passed out special made T-shirts for all the veterans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot remember exactly what they said, but you should have seen the number of veterans that were there—Thank God for our troops!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That particular part of the concert was very moving and Spirit filled….we applauded our veterans for what felt like an eternity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still have glory bumps and if I could put in words what I saw on the faces of all the guys, you would cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am still wiping tears off my face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the concert progressed you could really tell that the Spirit was in Birmingham Alabama.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This, by far, has been the best concert I have seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was not a dry eye in the house during Ernie’s stories and speeches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doug’s tears brought tears to my eyes and from there on out we all needed a little Kleenex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the first time I had ever seen Ernie in tears—what a blessing to hear and see the love he has for his Lord and Savior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During “He Made A Change”, I always love the part where Ernie and Doug sing together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s just something about those two voices together that I love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gordon stepped up and helped out some on that one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like that song was meant just for me….HE MADE A CHANGE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During “Pray For Me”, we had a little surprise for all the guys that went over perfectly!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate to give the story away because we talked it over with Ernie about doing it again at the Macon concert in September since we have front row seats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ernie had a great suggestion about it….so, I won’t spoil the surprise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those of you that saw it…you are sworn to secrecy…..All the guys loved it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doug caught us coming out after the concert was over and he LOVED it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could have videoed it, but I was a part of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ryan’s exact words were…” You guys are CRAZY!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(That should be enough to keep your interests peaked!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“John In the Jordan” always cracks me up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That Ryan…he is quite a sight to see! His grandmother was there for the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She sat right behind us and she was a darling!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She jumped up and cheered her grandbaby on during “Get Away Jordan”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I Then Shall Live” is the real tear jerker of the evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I have said this before, but I am going to say it again….when the music is building up and they burst into “Your Kingdom come…” I could just leap out of my skin!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love that song and from the applause and tears, so did everyone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ernie was really feeling the Spirit by now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are no words to express how genuine and wonderful this concert was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And on top of the heartfelt speech after, Ernie sang “Oh What A Savior”….he was just determined to keep us all crying, but in a good way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the concert, we got to spend some “quality” time with David and Ernie…what crazy guys!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love the pics we got with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks Ernie, for being so….You!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doug makes me smile no matter what he does, can’t help being drawn to his personality and smile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ryan still amazes me…he used to be so shy….what happened to him!? Tim….what can you NOT say about Tim!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This has been the BEST concert I have seen!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that SSQ decides to come back next year!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were a full house, but more importantly, we left with the Spirit of God in our hearts and minds, and a sweet sweet sound in our ears!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you guys!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for all you do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-3517890299001071921?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3517890299001071921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=3517890299001071921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3517890299001071921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3517890299001071921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Bham07/th_BirminghamJen079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-6607689390859495226</id><published>2007-08-11T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:33:40.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fun Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am just gonna start at the beginning!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left our house pretty early—around 1:00.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;GA time is an hour ahead of us and I knew they would be doing road work, so better safe than sorry!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got to the church about 2 hours early so we rode around for about an hour just looking at stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They opened the doors early—thank goodness!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so HOT out there!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we first went in, we found our seats and tried to take a few pics and talk to the guys before the concert started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got our pics taken with all of them including Gordon Mote.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was my first time meeting him and I must say, what a sweetheart!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is a very nice man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was telling a lady standing near us that Kimberly is due in another 6 weeks or so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was praying the baby could wait till then so he could be home for the delivery.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We made our way up to the tables to see the guys when all of a sudden a guy with a video camera comes our way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lindsey and I part, thinking he just needs to walk past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nope, he told us to get back together and he started asking us questions…”Why are you here, how many concerts have you been to, etc…”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, we had no clue what the interview was about until after he had already videoed us making idiots of ourselves….he works with Muzik 3:16—we may possibly end up on EH&amp;SS TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a warning in advance…..we had no clue what he was up to, so we look like absolute morons talking to that camera!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we talked to the guys Ryan said, “Haven’t I seen you two lately?” We told him Ft. Worth was the most recent time that we graced them with our presence&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a little shocked that we came from Alabama to Ft.Worth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We bought a bear—haha…I asked them to sign it and Doug laughingly said, “The only place there is to sign him is on his butt.” The facial expression that went along with the statement was priceless!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In conversation with Doug, we were telling him we would be at the Birmingham concert also since we live right outside of Bham.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asked us all about Wright’s Music Hall—how big it is, where it’s at….that kind of stuff. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He said they have been waiting all summer for the Birmingham venue…they were really looking forward to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He graciously thanked us for “always showing up”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hehee…we have turned into to groupies!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tim was so nice, as always.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also thanked us for coming….again!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ernie was hiding—we thought either Doug or Ryan may have given him the heads up that the “crazy camera girls” were here….hehee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the concert started more people filled the church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The entire lower section was sold out and there were very few seats available in the balcony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not make a song list...bad Jennifer!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We clapped and clapped and screamed and screamed!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The night was perfect!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aside from being a little warm in the church—I could not have asked for a better trip!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All my favorite songs were done, Gordon did a few songs, Ernie talked about some stuff…I know we have all heard it before, but I never get tired of hearing what he has to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will never get tired of the same jokes or stories—we have too much fun to get tired of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During intermission we looked for Ernie—still MIA—we were sure of it now…they DID rat us out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gordon opened the show back up and the guys came in shortly afterwards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About another hour of clapping and clapping, screaming and screaming….fun fun fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I Then Shall Live” always gets me….that part where the music is building…then BOOM!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“YOUR KINGDOM COME…..” Oohhh…glory bumps still!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the concert we spotted the one the only—Ernie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We chatted for a brief minute or so and got him to sign our posters that we bought in Ft.Worth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He signed our bear and he told me to play it every day before I get out of bed to give me a good start for the morning…don’t worry, just be happy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He took a pic with me and my mom—that one is becoming my favorite pic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thanked us for showing up—again!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gave us the official name—ROADIES!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have progressed to the roadie category.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess by telling them we were coming to a concert the very next day didn’t help our cause….it’s OK to be a roadie….I like it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-6607689390859495226?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6607689390859495226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=6607689390859495226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6607689390859495226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6607689390859495226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun Fun Fun'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-2842150484930027719</id><published>2007-08-01T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:32:45.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow!  Where should I even start!   Our flight left on time and we arrived in DFW at about 10:30 Saturday.  We then proceeded to the "Fridays" at the airport.  We had to waste some time until our check-in at the hotel.  We rented a car...a PT Cruiser....man, that thing was U-G-L-Y!!!  That was pretty much all there was left to choose from!  After renting the car we checked into the hotel.  This was by far the nicest hotel I have ever stayed at....I felt a little uneasy driving around DFW with only mapquest at my side, but it got us to the hotel so I guess I can't complain too much.  When we got to the hotel, the two lazy folks took a nap while I tried to get all our stuff together for the concert.  I took my photo album with all our concert pictures in it for the guys to sign.  (I was hoping they wouldn't put out a restraining order on me after seeing ALL those pics).  Good news, we only missed 2 turns on the way to the auditorium Saturday!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as we drove up into the parking lot, we got out and took a few pictures of the auditorium.  We started to walk back to our car when what did I see.....Erniefan  and her brother, Warren!  I spotted Warren's red suspenders and then Erniefan's curly hair and I knew that had to be them....I hurried over to their truck and there it was.....instant hugs and laughs!  We waited a while to actually get in the auditorium, so Erniefan, Warren, Lindsey, mom, and I just stood around talking for a while.  Lindsey and I went in to find a restroom and we saw a few familiar faces.  We took a peak inside the seating area but got run off by a "mean old lady" sitting in the back row eating popcorn...she was really rude!  I guess she thought we were gonna steal a chair or something...LOL  We DID have PERMISSION to be in there....anyway, when the doors officially opened, we found our seats....WAY up in the balcony, then went back down to take some pictures with the guys and MB'ers.  I met sweet miss Hannah and her mom~such sweet smiling faces to remember!  I met Janet...it was so nice to finally "see" the real person!  Of course, long awaited hugs were exchanged and pictures were taken ***Janet, if you are reading this, don't forget to send me a copy of our picture together***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The funniest part of the Saturday show had to be when they sang "John In The Jordan". There are no words to describe how funny that was!  After the concert, we went to Chili's and ate supper.  I don't know if we got there really early or really late because we missed the MB table until we had already ordered....OOPS!  After we ate, we went over and took some more pictures with the MB and talked for a while.  I met several MB'ers~ Janet, Brayden, Kylan, Pam, Gran, Hannah, Diane, Kay, Warren, Aleisha, Misti, Ricks, Mitch...I may have left someone out.  My memory is still fried from all those concert memories :-) After all that talking and eating, it was probably close to 12:30 AM before we got back to the hotel, so we were really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday, we got up late so we were rushing to get checked out on time.  We left the hotel around 11:30 and ate "breakfast" at Denny's near the auditorium.  Afterwards, we kept looking for a grocery store or department store of some kind to buy some sunglasses for Lindsey....no luck!  We eventually parked at the auditorium about an hour before the doors opened.  We got more pictures and more hugs from all the MB'ers there.  I tried to get a poster signed, but Ernie was really hard to keep up with that night.  I got the poster's signed by everybody but him....oh well...I will try again in Georgia.  Thanks to a **MB angel**, we got the center section, 3rd row seats for Sunday's concert!!!  That was so much better than sitting way up in the balcony!  I loved every minute of the concert!  "John In The Jordan" was even funnier sitting up close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Ft%20Worth/Ft.Worth0707067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to leave the Sunday concert early because we had a plane to catch so we left around 5:30.  We had to return the rental car and find our way to get our plane tickets and the correct gate.  As luck would have it, our flight was delayed over 2 hours and switched gates 4 times!  We could have stayed for the entire concert!  Ahhh!!!  We ended up getting home at 2:00 AM and I had to be back up at 4 for clinicals....I am still recuperating from the lack of sleep!  I had such a wonderful time in Texas this weekend!  A little sleep deprivation is a small price to pay for such a wonderful trip!  I hope to do it again soon.....just maybe with a better airline experience and better directions!  Being lost in a big city with a time limit is scary!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-2842150484930027719?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2842150484930027719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=2842150484930027719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2842150484930027719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2842150484930027719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaack!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-1381969987055019200</id><published>2007-07-25T23:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:42:50.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's almost concert time!  Only 2 days and a few hours stand between me and a plane leaving for Texas!  Can't wait to blog about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-1381969987055019200?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1381969987055019200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=1381969987055019200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1381969987055019200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1381969987055019200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-5777312417120798046</id><published>2007-07-20T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:39:57.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can say that again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quotation"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Experience is what you get when you do not get what you want.&lt;span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;~Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quotation"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.&lt;span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="quotation"&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.&lt;span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="quotation"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="quotation"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;To avoid criticism do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.&lt;span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Elbert Hubbard&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have really been thinking about the quote that says "To avoid criticism do nothing, say nothing, be nothing."  I kept thinking about Ernie's post on the MB about the "distractors" and I think that particular quote fits in well with the post.  No matter what you say or do, there will always be someone there to critique what you are doing.  Basically, to avoid criticism you must do nothing, say nothing.....BE nothing.  What a way to live....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-5777312417120798046?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5777312417120798046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=5777312417120798046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5777312417120798046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5777312417120798046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-can-say-that-again.html' title='You can say that again...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-2982807131926983863</id><published>2007-07-19T18:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:30:07.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 10 more days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/planeglitter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/planeglitter.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh I can't wait any longer!  Ft. Worth here we come :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have not had the opportunity to fly anywhere in years, so this is going to be great!  My niece will be experiencing her first flight encounter as we load up on the plane to Texas.  I am hoping she does not have some sort of hypochondriac spell and think we are doomed to crash...nah,  she is excited about it as well.  I think she may actually already be packed!  I am usually the first to do such craziness....packing a week early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/plane.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 25px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/plane.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom is going to have a wonderful time I am sure of it!  She really needs this break.  I cannot wait for her to see a EH&amp;SS SOLO concert!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/plane.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 25px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/plane.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In amidst all the excitement, I can't help but think of the worst....missing our flight home!  I am on a very very tight schedule!  Nursing school has no mercy over family issues, sickness, death, missed flights, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/plane.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 25px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/plane.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other hand, I am so excited about meeting my message board family!  There are so many great people that I cannot wait to meet.  My camera will be full of so many great memories!!! This wonderful Ft. Worth weekend will be tucked away in my "memory chest" forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-2982807131926983863?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2982807131926983863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=2982807131926983863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2982807131926983863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2982807131926983863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-10-more-days.html' title='Only 10 more days....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-4216466722180849718</id><published>2007-07-18T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:54.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>~Stop And Smell The Roses~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rp6yT0rgJjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cH6TWsV0LVo/s1600-h/Greens+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rp6yT0rgJjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cH6TWsV0LVo/s320/Greens+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088700682603603506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like I have been going nonstop for so long....how do you adjust your 'breaks'  on life when you have been speeding for so long?  As most of you that read my blogs know, my step-father passed away last Friday after a long drawn out sickness.  He had Alzheimer's and dementia along with the recurrence of cancer.  My mom and I have been through a lot the past few years, so trying to get back into the swing of "normalcy" is going to be difficult for a while.  After a LONG week behind me I start to wonder...."What would it feel like to stop and smell the roses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rp6x2ErgJiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ttT7Iq2GaYM/s1600-h/Greens+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rp6x2ErgJiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ttT7Iq2GaYM/s320/Greens+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088700171502495266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made the first effort to "slow down" today after I got home from class.  With the funeral just 2 days behind us, there are flowers everywhere at my house.  I decided to fiddle around with my camera and try to relax.  I took picture after picture of flowers, plants, and 'pretty things'.&lt;br /&gt;Then (as always, I have enlightening moments when I least expect them) I thought about how much God loves us.  Just think, these flowers are so beautiful and perfect....God made them just for us to enjoy....E-N-J-O-Y!  When was the last time you really "enjoyed" something???? Yes, me too....it's been a while.   So for now, I am sharing my moment of enjoyment with you. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rp6xTUrgJhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NKFK4pj1bpo/s1600-h/Greens+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rp6xTUrgJhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NKFK4pj1bpo/s320/Greens+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088699574502041106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-4216466722180849718?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4216466722180849718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=4216466722180849718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4216466722180849718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4216466722180849718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/07/stop-and-smell-roses.html' title='~Stop And Smell The Roses~'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rp6yT0rgJjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cH6TWsV0LVo/s72-c/Greens+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-3558141519155440042</id><published>2007-07-06T01:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T02:08:39.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid111.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Jackson/Jackson234.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No explanation needed! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-3558141519155440042?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3558141519155440042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=3558141519155440042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3558141519155440042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3558141519155440042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-stuff.html' title='The Good Stuff'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-5211953710512069079</id><published>2007-07-03T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:30:37.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Our Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/soldiers5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 190px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/soldiers5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To be perfectly honest, the whole "4th of July" thing has never been a big deal at my house as far as the fireworks and cookouts go....I really started thinking about the 4th today on my way home from clinicals.  Traffic is already a disaster in preparation for the upcoming holiday.  I watched several cars go by with beach supplies, bags of ice, coolers, and fireworks hiding out in the back seats and I thought to myself, "Another family celebrating the 4th", but the 4th isn't all about cookouts and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;In passing all those going to the beaches, I also passed a SUV with a bumper sticker that said "I love my marine."  That sticker is what sent the nuts and bolts turning in my tired head.  I don't think we give enough credit to our soldiers....we get to sleep in our comfy beds while they have to sleep on the ground, we can sit around in our air-conditioned homes when it's hot, they have to be out in the heat all day, we can sit back and relax on the porch swing, they get no relaxation, we can come and go as we please while they are off fighting to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;So in preparation for the 4th,  go here: &lt;a href="http://www.faithflashes.com/mpp.htm"&gt;www.faithflashes.com/mpp.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be sure to remember our military in our prayers not only on the 4th of July, but everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-5211953710512069079?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5211953710512069079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=5211953710512069079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5211953710512069079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5211953710512069079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-our-independence-day.html' title='On Our Independence Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-6937314412303193878</id><published>2007-07-01T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:27:58.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**No exchanges or refunds**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah!  Isn't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to know!  Once we accept Jesus Christ into our lives, NOTHING can take that away.  It's our eternal gift that has already been paid for.  God doesn't do "exchanges or refunds"....it's ours for the keeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-6937314412303193878?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6937314412303193878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=6937314412303193878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6937314412303193878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6937314412303193878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-exchanges-or-refunds.html' title='**No exchanges or refunds**'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-7139528363213318843</id><published>2007-06-29T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:55:38.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No I'm not....Ok, so I am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Jackson/Jackson211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 202px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Jackson/Jackson211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I checked my comments on myspace the other day and noticed one that had not really caught my eye to begin with.  One of my nieces had left me a comment about my new pictures that I had posted from the Jackson, Tennessee Signature Sound concert.  Contrary to popular belief from my niece, I am not *obsessed* with EH&amp;SS.  Obsessed is such a strong word....I prefer "gung ho" or maybe "fascinated by"~~ It doesn't have such a straight-jacket feel behind it!  When asked "What is the big deal about them?" I just simply reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"I enjoy the harmony, joy, peace, smiles, laughs, tears, glory-bumps, chills, cries, delight, comfort, excitedness, exhilaration, liveliness, vivacity, rejoicing, blessedness, hopefulness, bounce, pep, zing, surprises, bliss, calmness, cheer, and just good ole' fellowship that comes with a concert setting.  You can't find anything like it!  There is no "music channel" or "top 20 countdown" that can give you what I receive every time I go to a concert. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you a little insight into my happiness,  picture two little ones~~Austin 6,  and Lana 5.  These two precious young'uns tugged at my heart strings when they were at my house and requested to hear "He Made A Change"~~My eyes watered the entire time they were singing along at the top of their lungs, never missing a word! THAT is the stuff that counts....who cares what MTV says....I have found the top 20 in my book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-7139528363213318843?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7139528363213318843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=7139528363213318843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7139528363213318843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7139528363213318843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-im-notok-so-i-am.html' title='No I&apos;m not....Ok, so I am!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Jackson/th_Jackson211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-4834696590557765116</id><published>2007-06-29T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:40:15.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~It Is Well With My Soul~</title><content type='html'>As a pianist, I find joy in learning the background for certain songs.  I have heard this particular story many a time, and every time I play this song, I almost cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"....And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even so, it is well with my soul..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even so, IT IS WELL with my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Arr__avast_by_halocin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Arr__avast_by_halocin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hymn was writ­ten af­ter two ma­jor trau­mas in Spaf­ford’s life. The first was the great Chi­ca­go Fire of Oc­to­ber 1871, which ru­ined him fi­nan­cial­ly (he had been a weal­thy bus­i­ness­man). Short­ly af­ter, while cross­ing the At­lan­tic, all four of Spaf­ford’s daugh­ters died in a col­li­sion with an­o­ther ship. Spaf­ford’s wife Anna sur­vived and sent him the now fa­mous tel­e­gram, “Saved alone.” Sev­er­al weeks lat­er, as Spaf­ford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daugh­ters died, the Ho­ly Spir­it in­spired these words. They speak to the eter­nal hope that all be­liev­ers have, no mat­ter what pain and grief be­fall them on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="lyrics"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,&lt;br /&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,&lt;br /&gt;Let this blest assurance control,&lt;br /&gt;That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,&lt;br /&gt;And hath shed His own blood for my soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!&lt;br /&gt;My sin, not in part but the whole,&lt;br /&gt;Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:&lt;br /&gt;If Jordan above me shall roll,&lt;br /&gt;No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life&lt;br /&gt;Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,&lt;br /&gt;The sky, not the grave, is our goal;&lt;br /&gt;Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;&lt;br /&gt;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it is well with my soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Excerpt above from www.cyberhymnal.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-4834696590557765116?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4834696590557765116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=4834696590557765116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4834696590557765116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4834696590557765116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='~It Is Well With My Soul~'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-7839751510587426030</id><published>2007-06-28T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:47:43.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Everything will make perfect sense~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/prod_659_34481.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/prod_659_34481.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't you wish things were as easy to DO as they are to SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/prod_659_34477.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/prod_659_34477.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have been thinking here lately about all the things that are happening in my life.  I feel sometimes like I have such a heavy load on me...between school, clinicals, home life, and my family, I just feel like I am running around in circles.  Have you ever been swimming in a lake or ocean and had to "tread water" for a while waiting for the boat?  I feel my life sometimes is a giant ocean and I am treading water....not making any progress.&lt;br /&gt;I know that everything happens for a reason and that God has a plan for me.  I just wish He would post it on a billboard or something :-) Hey, I am trying to go by my own advice....laugh at the confusion....it will all make sense later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-7839751510587426030?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7839751510587426030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=7839751510587426030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7839751510587426030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7839751510587426030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/everything-will-make-perfect-sense.html' title='~Everything will make perfect sense~'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-6960154502821643804</id><published>2007-06-27T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:59:55.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/35i0kz5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 192px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/35i0kz5-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a week so far!  I am exhausted...I need one of those LONG relaxing vacations where I can just sit on the beach and watch the waves come in, see the bright blazing orange sunrise and the deep passionate red fading into indigo sunset, white sparkling sand between my toes, cool, crisp, salty breeze on my face, no sunburns, no sweating, fresh exotic fruit, beautiful soothing island music, grass skirts, sailboats, dolphins, seagulls, buoys clinging gently in the ocean waves, a lighthouse on the shoreline, palm trees as far as the eye can see,  and a  tan hottie to bring me ice water on demand!  OK, now that I am back in reality, a good week free of studying would be just as appealing to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-6960154502821643804?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6960154502821643804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=6960154502821643804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6960154502821643804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6960154502821643804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-so-tired.html' title='I am so tired'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-5631484245026544501</id><published>2007-06-23T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:02:17.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Sweet Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/telephone-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/telephone-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an afternoon!  I have spent several hours today playing feng shui with my bedroom furniture, which caused great fatigue!  As I was cleaning up the last of my mess, I heard my phone ring.  I checked the caller ID and was  little weary of answering the "unknown" number.  I answered the phone and heard this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, who is this"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jennifer who?"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know who this is?"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name game continued for about another 30 seconds when that one of a kind laugh came through and a huge smile ran up my face.....Oh how wonderful it was to hear such a sweet voice!  I had not really spoke much to Brian since our "split" about 2 years ago.  We kept in touch every now and then, but I hadn't heard from him in months.  An hour after he called, we were still talking about old times, new times, and keeping in touch.  So much has happened with the both of us in the 2 years or so that we have been apart.  Nothing like a sweet phone call to make a hectic day a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-5631484245026544501?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5631484245026544501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=5631484245026544501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5631484245026544501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5631484245026544501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-sweet-sound.html' title='What A Sweet Sound'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-1170280882439887067</id><published>2007-06-22T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:58:52.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the dumps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/387451622_56d1a5c44c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/387451622_56d1a5c44c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall. (Psalm 55:22)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); height: 3px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry for mercy when I called to you for help... Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord. (Psalm 31:22,24)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); height: 3px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the birds in the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they??? (Mathew 6:26)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); height: 3px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me or I will be like those who go down to the pit. Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I'll lift up my soul. (Psalm 143:7-8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); height: 3px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. (Psalms 9:9)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); height: 3px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. (Deuteronomy 33:27)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); height: 3px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my lamp O Lord; the Lord turns my darkness into light. (2 Samuel 22:29)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); height: 3px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all. (Psalms 34:19)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); height: 3px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord delights in a man's way, he makes his steps firm; though he stumbles, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand. (Psalm 37:23-24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-1170280882439887067?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1170280882439887067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=1170280882439887067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1170280882439887067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1170280882439887067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/down-in-dumps.html' title='Down in the dumps?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-6441980112328972234</id><published>2007-06-22T17:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:26:36.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 91:4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/wings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-6441980112328972234?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6441980112328972234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=6441980112328972234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6441980112328972234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/6441980112328972234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/psalm-914.html' title='Psalm 91:4'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-4829395190053276984</id><published>2007-06-22T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:23:58.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If This Is What God Says....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If this is what God wants,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If this is what God says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then who am I to doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and try to figure out the circumstance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If this is what God chose for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In all His Majesty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surely I can trust and lean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;on what God says...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: It’s impossible&lt;br /&gt;God says: All things are possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I’m too tired&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will give you rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: Nobody really loves me&lt;br /&gt;God says: I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I can’t go on&lt;br /&gt;God says: My grace is sufficient&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I can’t figure things out&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will direct your steps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I can’t do it&lt;br /&gt;God says: You can do all things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I’m not able&lt;br /&gt;God says: I am able&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I’m not smart enough&lt;br /&gt;God says: I give you wisdom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will never leave your or forsake you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: It’s not worth it&lt;br /&gt;God says: It will be worth it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I can’t forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;God says: I forgive you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I can’t manage&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will supply all your needs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say: I’m always worried and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;God says: Cast all your cares on me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (Chorus above from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If This Is What God Wants"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-4829395190053276984?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4829395190053276984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=4829395190053276984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4829395190053276984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/4829395190053276984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-this-is-what-god-says.html' title='If This Is What God Says....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-694910338942576042</id><published>2007-06-20T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:41:11.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Places We Will Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 163px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/travel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sit here on this Wednesday night reminiscing about the places I have been this year.  For starters, I have been to Pensacola Florida for a Signature Sound/Gaither Vocal Band concert, followed by a day at the beach,  to Birmingham Homecoming with GVB and Signature Sound along with other artists, then to Six Flags over Georgia, and this past weekend was spent in Jackson Tennessee at yet another Signature Sound Concert.  I have been blessed to be able to go and do things this year.  As I think about what good times were had, I think about all the good times yet to come.  I am patiently awaiting our departure for Fort Worth in July followed by the Cummings Georgia and Wright Music Hall performances of Signature Sound in August.  Fort Worth will be exceptionally appreciated because my mom can finally take a little "break" and I get to meet so many of my message board friends!  I feel like I have known them forever!  Oh the places we will go this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-694910338942576042?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/694910338942576042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=694910338942576042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/694910338942576042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/694910338942576042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-places-we-will-go.html' title='Oh The Places We Will Go!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-1717074253736542476</id><published>2007-06-18T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:55.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Rewind Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYpm2hrUfI/AAAAAAAAANU/7CDL02ZgWLE/s1600-h/Jackson+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077291377355346418" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYpm2hrUfI/AAAAAAAAANU/7CDL02ZgWLE/s200/Jackson+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh what a great weekend! Two girls could not have asked for anything better than a Signature Sound concert! Wow, it was just wonderful! The day started out by driving a somewhat uneventful 264 miles across to Jackson, Tennessee. We stopped a few times along the way. I felt this was like a journey across the Southern states, so I took a picture of the Mississippi and Tennessee welcome signs. My sleeping niece in the passenger seat made no effort to hold her eyelids open through this journey. Shame on her! When we got to the hotel, we were a tid bit early to check in so we embarked on another journey....to find the church! About 8 miles later there it was....this was a huge church. We don't have many churches in my neck of the woods that seat 3,000 people! The outside was gorgeous, leading to even more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYqlGhrUgI/AAAAAAAAANc/USss9AtqI30/s1600-h/Jackson+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077292446802203138" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 201px; height: 161px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYqlGhrUgI/AAAAAAAAANc/USss9AtqI30/s200/Jackson+201.jpg" border="0" height="165" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As concert time approached, the butterflies in my stomach were telling me it was time to go! My niece and I (along with the butterflies) loaded up in the car toward the church. We got there 2 hours early and stood in line, hoping for excellent seats. As we stared at the double doors, hoping and praying they would suddenly open, I saw out of the corner of my eye a man wearing a red/white striped dress shirt waving from inside. Who else but sweet Doug would remember us! He just smiled from ear to ear after we waved back in excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYrmmhrUhI/AAAAAAAAANk/49HNA6XV1j0/s1600-h/Jackson+1051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077293572083634706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYrmmhrUhI/AAAAAAAAANk/49HNA6XV1j0/s200/Jackson+1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As they opened the doors to let the crowd in, we rushed to what would soon be deemed "OUR seats". We were lucky enough to get the first set of non-reserved seats....the third row! After claiming our "treasure" we started back out to the product table to get pictures and scope out Ernie's suit. We were hoping that we would not get that "Century 21" suit AGAIN! Ernie let us know real quick that he had retired that suit from the summer tour. We were introduced to his.....well...."bunnies". Only Ernie could make such a suit look good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYs-WhrUiI/AAAAAAAAANs/DZ9JBjWNbTc/s1600-h/Jackson+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077295079617155618" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYs-WhrUiI/AAAAAAAAANs/DZ9JBjWNbTc/s200/Jackson+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who ever would have thought Ryan to have such great dance moves! If only I could describe in words what I saw with my very own eyes!! I guess "cowboy" would be the best title for such a dance move...Oh, the memories! I wish I could've captured that one in video, but I will just have to rely on my memory! Doug was stepping up the comedy part also. He was the "tattler"of the group. The little "tattle" notebook he kept was so very funny. He played that part well. Tim had the guts enough to make a wife joke while HER parents were occupying the front row....bravery was shown and he succeeded! Ernie's humor of course included Bill Gaither and also, a new face--Christopher Phillips. The babyfaced 26 year old was introduced by Ernie as "12 years old". Christopher took the sarcasm gracefully!  In addition to the Gaither "special talents" moment, Ernie allowed us the pleasure of almost falling off the stage....Oh, if that was rehearsed, he did a wonderful job of scaring me to death!  I thought the bunnies were going to take a tumble for the worst!  And last but definitely not least, I finally got to meet David.  Just a quick "can I take a picture with you" was enough to tell that David is a super sweet guy.  He had to "approve" our picture before he left!  Too sweet :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYt22hrUjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ucb7Ly_MeVM/s1600-h/Jackson+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077296050279764530" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYt22hrUjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ucb7Ly_MeVM/s200/Jackson+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think back on the events of that night, I smile. I had the best time and I just oh so wish I had a rewind button. All they guys are so good to take "just one more" picture. I know they must have thought my camera was somehow surgically attached to my hands....I went just a little bit camera crazy. I am sure they understand....we don't get many opportunities to sit up front, so I took advantage of that blessing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to see all the guys! I just love em! They sang most of the songs from the Get Away Jordan CD in addition to Forgiven Again, Then Came The Morning, Pray For Me, I Then Shall Live, Sweet Sweet Spirit, Glory To God In The Highest, and I am sure there were others! My mind does not function for at least 2 weeks after returning from a concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-1717074253736542476?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1717074253736542476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=1717074253736542476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1717074253736542476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1717074253736542476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-rewind-button.html' title='I Need A Rewind Button'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnYpm2hrUfI/AAAAAAAAANU/7CDL02ZgWLE/s72-c/Jackson+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-5252359253604614562</id><published>2007-06-15T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:55.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>~Excitement,~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnMWM2hrUdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bnBfkDwPxko/s1600-h/c515aa69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnMWM2hrUdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bnBfkDwPxko/s320/c515aa69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076425615027687890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time is getting closer and closer to CONCERT TIME!  Only about 12 more hours stand between me and the alarm announcing "Time to go."  I plan on making an early departure from the nice little confines of Alabama.  We should be arriving in Jackson around 12 noon.  From there it's just a few hours of grabbing lunch and getting ready to go, then it's off to the concert!  I am sure I will just be blessed to the point that I probably won't be good for anything when I get home.  I tend to lapse into a "post-concert" phase where I can think of nothing else BUT the concert.  Oh, the stories I will have to tell!  For starters, a very sweet lady has warned me about Ernie's "bunny pants"....I am definitely looking forward to that photo opportunity.   Ernie's attire never ceases to amaze me, well....that really goes for all the guys.  It takes a "one-of-a-kind" person to pull off some of the suits they wear!  I will also get to see a special performance from Christopher, whom I hear is just like Anthony Burger...oh, I just can't contain myself any longer.  I have been packed for 2 days.....yes, 2 days!  I check the bag at least 3 times a day to be sure I have not forgotten anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-5252359253604614562?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5252359253604614562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=5252359253604614562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5252359253604614562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/5252359253604614562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/excitement.html' title='~Excitement,~'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RnMWM2hrUdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bnBfkDwPxko/s72-c/c515aa69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-8633810154285128592</id><published>2007-06-15T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:55:35.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Matthew 16:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Altogether Lovely,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;astronomer&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Sun of Righteousness and the Bright and Morning Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baker&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Living Bread,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biologist&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Life,&lt;br /&gt;To the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; builder&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Sure Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carpenter&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Door,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Great Physician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;editor&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Good Tidings of Great Joy,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;educator&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Great Teacher,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engineer&lt;/span&gt;, He is the New and Living Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;farmer&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Sower, the True Vine, and the Lord of Harvest,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;florist&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geologist&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Rock of Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopeless&lt;/span&gt;, He is our Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juror&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Faithful and True Witness,&lt;br /&gt;To the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jeweler&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Pearl of Great Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lawyer&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Counselor, the Lawgiver, the Righteous Judge, and the Advocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;philosopher&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Wisdom of God,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Rebuker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sculptor&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Living Stone,&lt;br /&gt;To the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; straying sheep&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Good Shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those who suffer&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Comforter,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thirsty pilgrim&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Water of Life,&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;troubled soul&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinner&lt;/span&gt;, He is the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;, He is the All in All.&lt;br /&gt;~~Author Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-8633810154285128592?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8633810154285128592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=8633810154285128592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8633810154285128592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8633810154285128592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-is-jesus.html' title='Who Is Jesus?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-3543817224364627851</id><published>2007-06-14T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:48:45.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear My Song Lord....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/IMG_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/IMG_0098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Lord, I call to you; come quickly to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hear my voice when I call to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May my prayer be set before you like incense;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may the lifting up of my hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be like the evening sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 141:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought a devotional today and I have been flipping through some of the pages and I saw the scripture from above along with a little story about an evening prayer.  As I read the scripture I kept hearing a song over and over in my mind.  The song is called "Hear My Song, Lord".  This is a beautiful song in lyrics alone, but to hear the soothing music that accompanies it just makes it even better.  I have heard a couple of versions of this song, but my favorite is off the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Can Turn The World&lt;/span&gt; DVD/CD.  I am a little biased I suppose, Doug has a solo part, and I melt every time he opens his mouth.  It's good to know that even when we feel like we can't hear anything for all the noise of life, that God still hears our song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-3543817224364627851?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3543817224364627851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=3543817224364627851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3543817224364627851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3543817224364627851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/hear-my-song-lord.html' title='Hear My Song Lord....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-3647018370050551349</id><published>2007-06-14T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:38:08.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>....And I will give you rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Come unto me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matthew 11:28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/a0a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-3647018370050551349?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3647018370050551349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=3647018370050551349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3647018370050551349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3647018370050551349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-i-will-give-you-rest.html' title='....And I will give you rest.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-1897142032505165002</id><published>2007-06-13T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:27:49.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Hope*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/hope-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/hope-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What is hope? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;An everyday dictionary may tell you that hope is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;to cherish a desire with anticipation&lt;/span&gt;, but what exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; hope?  A few years ago at the "little church" that I used to play the piano for, the pastor gave us this quote about "hope".  His definition of hope was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My visions of the future are greater than m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y memories of the past.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just think about that for a moment..."My visions of the future are greater than my memories of the past".  That just blows my mind sometimes.  Maybe I am thinking to deep or maybe I need to think even deeper.   That quote has stayed in my Bible ever since the words escaped our pastor's  mouth.  I often look back at this quote and reflect on the things that I have "hoped" for in my life and how those things have either come to pass or have disappeared completely from my mind.  I do not know the origin of the quote.  I am unsure if it was from our pastor, or if he was inspired to share it from a devotional, but the words of that quote stay with me even now....2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little something to think about the next time you are hopeful about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-1897142032505165002?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1897142032505165002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=1897142032505165002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1897142032505165002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1897142032505165002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/hope.html' title='~*Hope*~'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-9168172355054747728</id><published>2007-06-12T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:51:17.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~A New Look~</title><content type='html'>As I left the college from a long 4 hour study session, I thought to myself..."Self, you need a new look".  To my surprise, the wonderful lady that cuts my hair had an available appointment at 2:30.  I was there at 2:20 looking through different magazines when I saw "The Look" I was trying to achieve.  A gentle reminder of my previous hair "nightmares" lay near the money stash in my car...a note to myself saying "Um, you remember what happened the LAST time you had a bright idea!"  That played no part in my decision making for the day.  So, the coloring began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After almost 2 hours of just sitting there while she foiled my hair, I began to recall that "reminder" again....Why did I do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 35 minutes of letting the color "set", I REALLY thought about that note...Why did I do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the rinse process....I have a lot of hair, and with that 'lot of hair' comes a 'lot of tangles' and with those tangles comes a lot of ouching and a lot of scary faces.  Still thinking....Why did I do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 45 minutes of blow drying, the finished product became a little clearer.  Ah, I see.....&lt;br /&gt;I DO know why I did this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new "do" is about 6 inches shorter and now has a touch of warm caramel creme highlights to tone down the "black coffee" look I had previously been accustomed to.  Now looking in the mirror at the big picture, enduring a little torture wasn't so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-9168172355054747728?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/9168172355054747728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=9168172355054747728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/9168172355054747728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/9168172355054747728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-look.html' title='~A New Look~'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-1393907178818515257</id><published>2007-06-12T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:17:11.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Another day closer~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the weekend draws nearer, I am increasingly excited about the Jackson concert. So excited in fact, that it is hard to focus on the major studying I&lt;em&gt; should &lt;/em&gt;be doing to prepare for the huge test that will await my return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/lost1copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have this "complex" about applying situations to my spiritual walk. For example....I have &lt;em&gt;charged&lt;/em&gt; several sets of batteries, &lt;em&gt;checked&lt;/em&gt; my camera, &lt;em&gt;confirmed&lt;/em&gt; reservations, and made sure my &lt;em&gt;directions&lt;/em&gt; were printed and tucked safely away with my tickets. I treat this like a very special moment in my life......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What about God? Have I &lt;em&gt;charged&lt;/em&gt; my soul for worship and for following Christ? Have I &lt;em&gt;checked&lt;/em&gt; my relationship with our Heavenly Father? Have I &lt;em&gt;confirmed&lt;/em&gt; my love for Him by my actions? Have I been following God's &lt;em&gt;directions&lt;/em&gt;? How will I know which way to go? This way, or that way.... Everytime I think about a "direction" to take, I think about the poem that every high-school junior had to memorize....&lt;em&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Frost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had worn them really about the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this crazy thing we call life, there are so many distractions, temptations, and evil "lures" to drag us under. I hope, that in addition to being prepared for a weekend trip, that I have prepared myself spiritually for the real "special moment" in life.....following Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-1393907178818515257?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1393907178818515257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=1393907178818515257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1393907178818515257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/1393907178818515257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-day-closer.html' title='~Another day closer~'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-2674815349284913541</id><published>2007-06-11T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:46:41.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you conquer one, up comes another</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/believe-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/believe-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a sudden scare with breast cancer, my sister-in-law has yet another demon to face. Tomorrow's MRI will soon tell us why she has been having numbess, tingling, and a feeling of "electric shock" over her arms and legs. I am so worried. She is my brother's world....literally! He is a big worry wart anyway, but this is so frightening for all of us. As a special little prayer for her goes up, I pray that those of you reading this will do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord, I pray that all goes well in tomorrow's MRI and that it is nothing serious. Lord be with the doctors and with the patient. Please put your touch on this entire situation. They say the results will take about a week.....please put your comforting hands over my brother and his wife. One week is a long time to worry. Lord, you have healed her from breast cancer and I know anything is possible. I ask for all these things in Your precious and Holy name....Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-2674815349284913541?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2674815349284913541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=2674815349284913541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2674815349284913541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2674815349284913541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-you-conquer-one-up-comes-another.html' title='When you conquer one, up comes another'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-2476450033499575727</id><published>2007-06-10T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:00:26.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nursing Student's Prayer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/pmgirl11l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="241" alt="" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/pmgirl11l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lord: I know we go through this every day but please give me the knowledge as to why I actually wanted to go to nursing school. Lord, give me the strength to make it through those boring five hour lectures without falling asleep. Lord, please give me the patience to make it through twelve hour clinicals with instructors that can't just give you the right answer and on the same note, give the nurses the ability to remember what it was like to be a student and give us just a little more respect. Lord, give me the endurance to read all the assigned readings and be able to remember it when I am taking a test with four right answers. Lord, give my family and friends the ability to realize I really am on the edge of insanity. Finally, Lord, give me the vision to see that one day I will be a real nurse and I will never have to wear this ugly uniform again!!!......Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really does sound like a nursing student. Sometimes I get so stressed about the tests and clinicals that I can't even remember why I went back to school. Lord, make me mindful of the responsibilites ahead and be with me through the next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-2476450033499575727?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2476450033499575727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=2476450033499575727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2476450033499575727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/2476450033499575727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/nursing-students-prayer.html' title='The Nursing Student&apos;s Prayer!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-8319628007312861100</id><published>2007-06-10T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:46:12.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is that when you need something the most, it's "unavailable"???  I have had the worst internet problems this weekend....and it's still on the fritz!  Of course, you call Tech Support and what do you get.....someone who can't speak English!  I couldn't understand over half of what was said, then they get all grouchy when you ask to speak to a different agent!  AHHH!!!  I was really needing to catch up on some emails and bills.  I guess I will just have to tough it out a few more days....I am surprised I stayed connected long enough to vent!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-8319628007312861100?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8319628007312861100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=8319628007312861100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8319628007312861100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8319628007312861100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-7259334048939144155</id><published>2007-06-08T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:33:31.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you love more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/angels3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh the exhaustion brought on by two little ones....I now know why I do not have any children of my own...LOL. "Aunt Boo" is completely worn out. Who would have ever thought that two bundles of joy would grow up to have such insatiable energy! In amongst the high energy levels crept a burning question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Boo, do you love Austin more than me?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Lana, I love you as much as I love your brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Are you sure you love me as much?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly girl, of course I love you as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sit here and think about the craziness of my day, I wonder if God feels the same way that little Miss Lana did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you love your job more than Me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you love your new truck more than Me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you love fishing more than going to church?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all questions that I feel I need to ask myself daily. I know I have put things before God in the past. I am trying so hard to mend that. I have prayed for a "revival" in my soul. I am still not where I need to be in my "walk". I have come a long way from the things that I used to do, but still, I need that extra "pep" to get me back on the straight and narrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-7259334048939144155?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7259334048939144155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=7259334048939144155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7259334048939144155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7259334048939144155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-do-you-love-more.html' title='Who do you love more?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-7942836428316002301</id><published>2007-06-07T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:25:55.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one for today, I promise :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rn7YPWhrUlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9vb4OnQskKE/s1600-h/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rn7YPWhrUlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9vb4OnQskKE/s200/footprints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079735187976966738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073530708285934706" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/RmjNTGhrTHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qirXdUQlMkM/s320/footprints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What makes you truly happy? Walking on the beach, taking a picture of the footprints you made?? Yes, that simple task of walking and looking at my footprints made me happy. What makes you happy? Well, here are some rules to get you jump started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rules for being HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God didn't promise days without pain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughter without sorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun without rain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he did promise strength for the day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;comfort for the tears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and light for the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointments are like road bumps, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they slow you down a bit but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't stay on the bump too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you feel down because you didn't get what you want, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just sit tight and be happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because God is thinking of something better to give you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When something happens to you, good or bad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;consider what it means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a purpose to life's events to teach you how to laugh more or not to cry as hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never abandon an old friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will never find one who can take his or her place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship is like wine. It gets better as it grows older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the five simple rules to being happy: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free your heart of hatred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free your mind from worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live simply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expect less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-7942836428316002301?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7942836428316002301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=7942836428316002301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7942836428316002301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/7942836428316002301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-one-for-today-i-promise.html' title='Last one for today, I promise :-)'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XiINGVVua8/Rn7YPWhrUlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9vb4OnQskKE/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-8983286706277180350</id><published>2007-06-07T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:52:11.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Then Shall Live</title><content type='html'>Yep, I swiped this from my myspace blog, but these words are so beautiful.  If you could just hear the music with this right now, it would give you chills.  I have had the pleasure of seeing this performed live twice.  Those were two of the best concert memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Then Shall Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then shall live as one who’s been forgiven;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll walk with joy to know my debts are paid.&lt;br /&gt;I know my name is clear before my Father;&lt;br /&gt;I am His child, and I am not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;So greatly pardoned, I’ll forgive another;&lt;br /&gt;The law of love I gladly will obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then shall live as one who’s learned compassion;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so loved that I’ll risk loving, too.&lt;br /&gt;I know how fear builds walls instead of bridges;&lt;br /&gt;I dare to see another’s point of view.&lt;br /&gt;And when relationships demand commitment,&lt;br /&gt;Then I’ll be there to care and follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kingdom come around and through and in me,&lt;br /&gt;Your pow’r and glory, let them shine thru me.&lt;br /&gt;Your Hallowed Name O may I bear with honor,&lt;br /&gt;And may Your living Kingdom come in me.&lt;br /&gt;The Bread of Life, O may I share with honor,&lt;br /&gt;And may You feed a hungry world thru me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;These words were written by Gloria Gaither for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Finlandia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; tun&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-8983286706277180350?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8983286706277180350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=8983286706277180350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8983286706277180350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/8983286706277180350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-then-shall-live.html' title='I Then Shall Live'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307415183184402739.post-3496816526361722671</id><published>2007-06-07T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:26:07.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start!</title><content type='html'>This is my first effort in trying to pry myself away from myspace.  This is my work in progress!  I hope to be able to post a little bit of something everyday.  There are so many things that are coming up for me, so I should have at least SOMETHING to say about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307415183184402739-3496816526361722671?l=4givenagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3496816526361722671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307415183184402739&amp;postID=3496816526361722671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3496816526361722671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307415183184402739/posts/default/3496816526361722671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4givenagain.blogspot.com/2007/06/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278014653417759403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n147/jeniboo2/Cummings81007008-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
