tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949987430596132042024-03-21T15:07:06.787-04:00in open fields of wild flowersshe breathes the air and flies awaykellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-60505741775109506932009-08-14T11:51:00.002-04:002009-08-14T11:51:54.949-04:00bleh. just go here if you even read this anymore:<br /><br />www.throughtheeyesofk.wordpress.com<br /><br />i can never make up my mind.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-34108028977679704372009-07-29T19:16:00.000-04:002009-07-29T19:17:11.918-04:00one monthlast week i decided to go one month without wearing makeup or straightening my hair.<br /><br />i’m not one of those girls who can’t leave the house without putting makeup on, so it’s not like that. i also don’t straighten my hair every single day. however, i do feel much prettier when i’m wearing makeup or when i have straight hair, even if it’s pulled back. so i was looking at myself in the mirrors in the fitting room at work (like i usually do) and i realized that i want to go an extended period of time without doing either of those things, and i want to allow God to use that time to reveal to me that i am beautiful without those specific artificial helpers. i believe God put a lot of hard work into creating me and He made me to be beautiful, inside and out. i want to believe that and live like it. i’m hoping in the next month, God will truly open my eyes and allow me to see myself as His beautiful daughter; one who was created in Love and with a wonderful plan for my life.<br /><br />that’s the plan, man.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-85641126642189838082009-04-22T13:10:00.001-04:002009-04-22T13:15:31.427-04:00Vindication<span style="font-weight: bold;">[a little late for Easter, but still good]</span><br />I found this little gem when I was doing research for a paper the other day.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">God's resurrection of Jesus vindicates his scandalous death as truly messianic.</span><br /><br />I read it and smiled because it's so simple and so true. Jesus died a painful and humiliating death that was lost on many. Almost everyone couldn't see the point in such a depressing moment. So many people lost all of their hope along with His death. It was scandalous and almost embarrassing in a way; the supposed Savior of the world, hanging on a tree. But look what God did with it. His resurrection vindicated His death. Without the resurrection, Jesus' death meant nothing; it would have been an extremely negative event. He would have died, and that would have been the end. So much for the Savior. But because of God's act of resurrection, His death truly means something. He is the Messiah. He is risen.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-53736838209649362982009-03-11T11:53:00.002-04:002009-03-11T12:03:45.697-04:00priorities"If you're reading more blogs than you are Scripture you have some priority issues."<br /><br />dang. I suck.<br />I'm so bad about prioritizing. I always have good intentions about reading Scripture, but you know what they say about good intentions...<br />I always want to read my bible, but then I end up with no time or no energy, which really both just equal no excuse. but God's been using <a href="http://www.phillipmccart.com">Phillip</a>'s walk through Scripture to speak to me in the last couple of days. Just two small <a href="http://www.phillipmccart.com/2009/03/it-is-finished.html">blog</a> <a href="http://www.phillipmccart.com/2009/03/matthew.html">posts</a> about what he's been reading have encouraged me to realize that I'm not reading enough. Basically if someone spent a day with me, they would see that I love my computer and my blogs way more than I love my bible, and obviously that's not ok.<br />Time for change.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-27325693941268828632009-02-25T11:51:00.003-05:002009-02-25T12:03:05.934-05:00give intimacy[there will be a picture later. i figured i'd tell you that first because i know you're terribly worried that my wonderful photography skills would not be displayed here today...calm down]<br /><br />My favorite line from this past week's sermon at <a href="http://www.elevationchurch.org">church</a> was<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the greatest gift you can give the world is your intimacy with God<br /><br /></span>right?<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I think that's what it was, anyway. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>That really spoke to me because it turns everything around. We so often spend time trying to DO things to make the world see that we love Jesus so that they in turn will love Him, too. I try and make myself seem like I'm always in love with Him and His decisions for my life instead of actually striving to BE in love with Him all the time.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span>I try and show the world something; it's an outward expression. But what the world REALLY needs is for me to be genuine. If I want to speak to the people I come in contact with about God's love for me and my love for Him in return, I first need to really be close to Him and find intimacy with Him. After I establish that incredibly amazing relationship with Him, the world will HAVE to notice. Rather than working really hard to show the world something that may not be true, I simply have to be true to Christ and the world will see. There is far less pressure for me to be a certain type of person this way.<br />So I am about to embark on a small journey that I hope will increase my intimacy with the Lord and change me from the inside out. Rob and I are doing a little fast, so to speak. We're going without something in our relationship that should change us, both individually and together. We're making a sacrifice together that could really change us and draw us closer to God. And my favorite part about this is that it will be a struggle that I don't have to face alone because I have a brilliant man of God next to me and nothing to lose. There is only a deep, new intimacy with God to gain. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-3089544041066084512009-02-23T14:57:00.002-05:002009-02-23T15:06:27.428-05:00[days 18 & 19]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxNKMHUgujW_ehg-v9_WZD7DfKbLuOCWoxZ6Q5vM5DWWgrbdfMLKq04B3B3DYLDa1x7A2GcEeKOmP0rVYmP-ZHOFcud2UWRW4uZBq849_XWhZ54rlMeAAA5LRxJR0QvEs2Tx8oMciE6c/s1600-h/DSC_3407.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxNKMHUgujW_ehg-v9_WZD7DfKbLuOCWoxZ6Q5vM5DWWgrbdfMLKq04B3B3DYLDa1x7A2GcEeKOmP0rVYmP-ZHOFcud2UWRW4uZBq849_XWhZ54rlMeAAA5LRxJR0QvEs2Tx8oMciE6c/s320/DSC_3407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306086577601747202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0JmiSbDIDjukhUacSHze5_RpRvEpYMvRT2Red3gbGCMBIATNRH1ZQ2xKorxQTjcznjK5D_jHhNOEzNqAH2IAwYTBxQX1WMOGdoUJ0uS6N26NNqmeXyyqVk7VUIrstBia-J3922NjdRE/s1600-h/DSC_3365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0JmiSbDIDjukhUacSHze5_RpRvEpYMvRT2Red3gbGCMBIATNRH1ZQ2xKorxQTjcznjK5D_jHhNOEzNqAH2IAwYTBxQX1WMOGdoUJ0uS6N26NNqmeXyyqVk7VUIrstBia-J3922NjdRE/s320/DSC_3365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306086286951799874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. Rob's new favorite picture of us lol<br />2. Lunch today.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-78277635393223889372009-02-21T10:22:00.000-05:002009-02-21T10:27:55.811-05:00[day 17]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoO3KlMn_29-rhd7sCJmOBVtZGNf3ZbzqpZ4HtczXk0U2MEFEgoHIwxBT4aE_Jf50V56JA3yUtrtYV9TKp641EsmR0e-ZoqbL0-AWdJd0jBi1DZmFwoUu3UoB3l_-DHGUaji_VDesaIM/s1600-h/DSC_3357+%283%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoO3KlMn_29-rhd7sCJmOBVtZGNf3ZbzqpZ4HtczXk0U2MEFEgoHIwxBT4aE_Jf50V56JA3yUtrtYV9TKp641EsmR0e-ZoqbL0-AWdJd0jBi1DZmFwoUu3UoB3l_-DHGUaji_VDesaIM/s320/DSC_3357+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305272524346858706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Rob's and my favorite comic books.<br />:)kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-82170360798906447802009-02-20T17:51:00.001-05:002009-02-20T17:53:38.662-05:00[day 16]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDEXn0SzOC-ueHVJewd6uAj8xHxGK5ymqgDP4c227sPfrTHconpRhvwUVh2E0at7fexvQrZ23kNIjBY3vTtgiy0G3L00ZiJmLRb_7hvCfnIqmTXja75v_jJdhab12MSlwWvLoihiMZZU/s1600-h/DSC_3357+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDEXn0SzOC-ueHVJewd6uAj8xHxGK5ymqgDP4c227sPfrTHconpRhvwUVh2E0at7fexvQrZ23kNIjBY3vTtgiy0G3L00ZiJmLRb_7hvCfnIqmTXja75v_jJdhab12MSlwWvLoihiMZZU/s320/DSC_3357+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305016414246965906" border="0" /></a><br />the reason why kilgore calls me a 12 year old boykellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-56720066487641467842009-02-19T09:35:00.002-05:002009-02-19T09:41:15.710-05:00end result [day 15]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1hqiLoNyIYe4r-V22ySRLrmFxfhq-j13FwSLW1fVVimHjPxE8_nel_iqsa2eFy2lD9082MQxrt80kbnzx10emu8ngUQxaxh7N8RI1is8jbop7C2oE3xFIGb2WzRwlOnRZl6EFfYNonQ/s1600-h/DSC_3352.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1hqiLoNyIYe4r-V22ySRLrmFxfhq-j13FwSLW1fVVimHjPxE8_nel_iqsa2eFy2lD9082MQxrt80kbnzx10emu8ngUQxaxh7N8RI1is8jbop7C2oE3xFIGb2WzRwlOnRZl6EFfYNonQ/s320/DSC_3352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304517466077680226" border="0" /></a>ok here it is. and you should go vote.<br />www.cheyenneschultzphotography.blogspot.com<br />i'm using every outlet i can because the prize is soooo good. so you should go vote.<br />we're number 4.<br />thanks :)kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-75682154181193717712009-02-18T17:24:00.002-05:002009-02-18T17:28:45.545-05:00[day 14 take 2]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWctmcCh0v2hZ-wcbsUSCjTybUqg3zdgguFaanbZqBuO4vMHeXKkjQO37KK2QVnRL4pI_9zgGBMFSQWiSkyX817CHdytgFx1TP42EcUH-GO6Q6E6ayDDgS-w-ypFbFTyWqv9g1Ju2ro0s/s1600-h/DSC_3356+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWctmcCh0v2hZ-wcbsUSCjTybUqg3zdgguFaanbZqBuO4vMHeXKkjQO37KK2QVnRL4pI_9zgGBMFSQWiSkyX817CHdytgFx1TP42EcUH-GO6Q6E6ayDDgS-w-ypFbFTyWqv9g1Ju2ro0s/s320/DSC_3356+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267748877592866" border="0" /></a><br />my outfit for work today. take a good look; i rarely wear dresses. we'll see how long it takes for it to come back out of my closet again<br />:)kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-13772876358630010342009-02-18T14:56:00.003-05:002009-02-18T15:11:26.893-05:00[day 14]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEalxh5_5qnOAZGpi3JJKl6DEbLeEXt7Hpv9r06aPew-_m08ohupfCXSIw9NaaA_gVaZKqm1b430ZQPC7EyFyKxTrpIk9rQ2e6RlFgQYinLI2im6AYGoxhBn8uv5nYJWlVIauKp1Chop8/s1600-h/DSC_3375.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEalxh5_5qnOAZGpi3JJKl6DEbLeEXt7Hpv9r06aPew-_m08ohupfCXSIw9NaaA_gVaZKqm1b430ZQPC7EyFyKxTrpIk9rQ2e6RlFgQYinLI2im6AYGoxhBn8uv5nYJWlVIauKp1Chop8/s320/DSC_3375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304231891549201570" border="0" /></a><br />mmmm chocolate doughnut.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-74761397474352259822009-02-16T14:55:00.003-05:002009-02-16T15:02:08.570-05:00[day 11 & 12]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqxxUjEHTVYu1JIwNC0Wn0W0X5IFPQnk1Cc8ZyPVTQObR8vPERKfUx6Ir-sTgwWwXhOEa5zMdqW2pgc0fS-k3FG70-DUI8ACUAJ1bAKxPFnf-U-kED1OG5D-SdkUoQHHUCARhau_rTgs/s1600-h/DSC_3373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqxxUjEHTVYu1JIwNC0Wn0W0X5IFPQnk1Cc8ZyPVTQObR8vPERKfUx6Ir-sTgwWwXhOEa5zMdqW2pgc0fS-k3FG70-DUI8ACUAJ1bAKxPFnf-U-kED1OG5D-SdkUoQHHUCARhau_rTgs/s320/DSC_3373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487766168048098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSjwdSBjmLy1GvH9M90Ms0xbhmDEYqrocdbxavrscCjaQxc9A0c1LLFeCNgtF-nCvKZVuYnW89PI_3idrsdfkBv9Wv-C7YyvcQGnGjwGZk0IDwqMBzOIxpRz1fc2CxPwKFf7PDjYiT8c/s1600-h/DSC_3370.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSjwdSBjmLy1GvH9M90Ms0xbhmDEYqrocdbxavrscCjaQxc9A0c1LLFeCNgtF-nCvKZVuYnW89PI_3idrsdfkBv9Wv-C7YyvcQGnGjwGZk0IDwqMBzOIxpRz1fc2CxPwKFf7PDjYiT8c/s320/DSC_3370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487227391522834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. new ring(s) i got from work<br />2. my best friends when i'm cold.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-31247213029599936232009-02-14T10:44:00.001-05:002009-02-14T10:46:49.132-05:00[day 10]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQpfJHDAnWwS9kw40xZ1iS4mXAfw8yuzB2WnHPzuoW_4bI5dXimTt07K3AKDhXm9HXOVLVq9Qymj4uRIkF7XH3M4Xo_aj90NnOrNFnzUXe3xaJ8tmd4IRmhcADI_cCs3rG1HfreXggS8/s1600-h/DSC_3367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQpfJHDAnWwS9kw40xZ1iS4mXAfw8yuzB2WnHPzuoW_4bI5dXimTt07K3AKDhXm9HXOVLVq9Qymj4uRIkF7XH3M4Xo_aj90NnOrNFnzUXe3xaJ8tmd4IRmhcADI_cCs3rG1HfreXggS8/s320/DSC_3367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302679896572662658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Happy Valentine's Day!<br />:)kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-62328803054723783092009-02-13T16:42:00.002-05:002009-02-13T16:48:37.191-05:00[day 9]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeVi4OKTWMT46pv2SHa2fLaJexSvIM3d1erGbWUelRK7mTtJeh30-K7QOj7hH5zDFuUj0zYMvT52KMnc56UgJX1l3Utp0n0C7DoeSpW5WFD8b8YI8SFBvijWU8WQ3o6w8fhz_xFjce2Q/s1600-h/DSC_3353.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeVi4OKTWMT46pv2SHa2fLaJexSvIM3d1erGbWUelRK7mTtJeh30-K7QOj7hH5zDFuUj0zYMvT52KMnc56UgJX1l3Utp0n0C7DoeSpW5WFD8b8YI8SFBvijWU8WQ3o6w8fhz_xFjce2Q/s320/DSC_3353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302401837355589202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcaS4eC3q4fnpDcDgt2usay6YpzyLLc-xcQasED5HxI7KV3awmbjaSWFdiG7prXXHdjEF5HaRp62N68F1Y_Xpy8VILEUeabQoPygeQBzCdnhx-hNzkp-Xc17KUif0fU29eg75l0Ec2iU/s1600-h/DSC_3359.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcaS4eC3q4fnpDcDgt2usay6YpzyLLc-xcQasED5HxI7KV3awmbjaSWFdiG7prXXHdjEF5HaRp62N68F1Y_Xpy8VILEUeabQoPygeQBzCdnhx-hNzkp-Xc17KUif0fU29eg75l0Ec2iU/s320/DSC_3359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302401535483295762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. random Jones soda bottle top<br />2. <a href="http://www.robertsummers.blogspot.com">rob</a>'s motorcycle :) the death trap.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-7940109259468171792009-02-12T17:45:00.003-05:002009-02-12T19:16:00.377-05:00[day 8]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXSwTSNzyB_wtEZmrYaTqQyB85FvgchW7DotbIdDYdLg9JLkHmSPqVQx_LMIoD5JWKirwpd61Itx-Nbr-x6lhBtsugbxSNXtu6teZpt0gTyU_SXzDQ8YOb7m1sYJ7_rkhD9_a33Z2Q1g/s1600-h/DSC_3344.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXSwTSNzyB_wtEZmrYaTqQyB85FvgchW7DotbIdDYdLg9JLkHmSPqVQx_LMIoD5JWKirwpd61Itx-Nbr-x6lhBtsugbxSNXtu6teZpt0gTyU_SXzDQ8YOb7m1sYJ7_rkhD9_a33Z2Q1g/s320/DSC_3344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302068846431240050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZ7xpySYKZHH7RCZ1BmqGeb7vUTLLWWZlWVAln3W0ca8faQRvVEusIajpCFsaABJMj9BwF8G8lX5bSXFPdyLwQfNbeed2OfGevRyZ3_w-yJGhejRo0_h7rt-LplRYco4PlHOaxrAGU_0/s1600-h/DSC_3350.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZ7xpySYKZHH7RCZ1BmqGeb7vUTLLWWZlWVAln3W0ca8faQRvVEusIajpCFsaABJMj9BwF8G8lX5bSXFPdyLwQfNbeed2OfGevRyZ3_w-yJGhejRo0_h7rt-LplRYco4PlHOaxrAGU_0/s320/DSC_3350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046288723969186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwltfAQwdnUADDTiyFFIwWbA_s0c8INLbnsVbt6ClbDtf9wwKkf2VWjJpE_uHg8oocQgXRlui3w0tEoMWHGnObdRmqt9iXqU9ccQ-E379FPNMpeQBGUg5f3h4wWanm8eAC_ENjK7lvv8/s1600-h/DSC_3346.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwltfAQwdnUADDTiyFFIwWbA_s0c8INLbnsVbt6ClbDtf9wwKkf2VWjJpE_uHg8oocQgXRlui3w0tEoMWHGnObdRmqt9iXqU9ccQ-E379FPNMpeQBGUg5f3h4wWanm8eAC_ENjK7lvv8/s320/DSC_3346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046036477023698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />some pictures from today's attempt at getting a cute picture together. these are test shots in a way haha. the actual one turned out better.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-16398438322922118202009-02-11T17:56:00.004-05:002009-02-11T18:02:24.577-05:00[day 7] take two<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XOE1Z_4idUzuPAH8scYhMrN7W1jmHBFWdT5reLm824H7l-xPQe4OWz0C58euX2hcOREVHJPd-avJJ85K71yFm2Aq3PJbdVs4d0FgBUVQ-W8jUF23VVPjebN_3xotecenyvY4h4oBnW4/s1600-h/DSC_3302.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XOE1Z_4idUzuPAH8scYhMrN7W1jmHBFWdT5reLm824H7l-xPQe4OWz0C58euX2hcOREVHJPd-avJJ85K71yFm2Aq3PJbdVs4d0FgBUVQ-W8jUF23VVPjebN_3xotecenyvY4h4oBnW4/s320/DSC_3302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678830279764658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6899tSEqsWL6qX1MuXpmqVR9-aoPfH5eTIvF5BiUNskEoG6MCoo5zFBOlcUmMf8FPiCh4jBF_bg4VYCrgH1POFYNU-bussjzCSxcbfXpgP5yWJNtrv_iXiYS5B-EU1nm_nZGgUuzma70/s1600-h/DSC_3273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6899tSEqsWL6qX1MuXpmqVR9-aoPfH5eTIvF5BiUNskEoG6MCoo5zFBOlcUmMf8FPiCh4jBF_bg4VYCrgH1POFYNU-bussjzCSxcbfXpgP5yWJNtrv_iXiYS5B-EU1nm_nZGgUuzma70/s320/DSC_3273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678292593031026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. The neighborhood cat, Baby. She likes to try and sneak in the house sometimes and then scratch on the door when we don't let her in. Cute.<br />2. Also cute :)kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-14341861254506189342009-02-11T14:56:00.003-05:002009-02-11T15:08:22.250-05:00[day 6 & 7]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUuHGDB_9_xJsBW5RtTHCv4tDnPV8j8N2CcntLgVvZ3fSUweLWrSVCy4IYrPd0Wr1WbF5kSS3VUfq_eD2-oRy22PZvwDUbWNhiXesx2Hd88HqaXNYLwVqPvyu_4hx9eKgS_tFBILz9Aw/s1600-h/DSC_3266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUuHGDB_9_xJsBW5RtTHCv4tDnPV8j8N2CcntLgVvZ3fSUweLWrSVCy4IYrPd0Wr1WbF5kSS3VUfq_eD2-oRy22PZvwDUbWNhiXesx2Hd88HqaXNYLwVqPvyu_4hx9eKgS_tFBILz9Aw/s320/DSC_3266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301632885038109266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTvMwGqrjczqu8fhhVxrjUG4eZwZqpV3CpqQdYMpGJLxyMMM9hVEZ2DfELQHtYVi1_iGhKC_w10IBoG7vv1hUrhuuW1MBXdCqCjiZyzJp3mWrYI16A7idar-BH4pEzcMbCXMSm_UCPzA/s1600-h/DSC_3253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTvMwGqrjczqu8fhhVxrjUG4eZwZqpV3CpqQdYMpGJLxyMMM9hVEZ2DfELQHtYVi1_iGhKC_w10IBoG7vv1hUrhuuW1MBXdCqCjiZyzJp3mWrYI16A7idar-BH4pEzcMbCXMSm_UCPzA/s320/DSC_3253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301632125121045554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. B Money has chucks. Yes, I said B Money.<br />2. Our mantle, which is currently flooded with flowers. If this is what it's like before valentine's day, I can't even imagine what the house will sprout afterward. I don't know how those boys can afford the purchase of entire gardens, but more power to them.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-86727005229439728442009-02-09T16:16:00.003-05:002009-02-09T16:25:12.903-05:00[day 5]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBxLWpN7oMqFRv0zujdMJzUyWQ8CMuV2KajQLH4ZkDAaiNHHAFFMfhcZmopWOT6wwP67Q_aFgGyY0j-QYAlh0WOjpKg3hj_kb9QFIT_Kus4Ph9435myONeyQsmw1qc30TWcWN1uXo6cU/s1600-h/DSC_3241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBxLWpN7oMqFRv0zujdMJzUyWQ8CMuV2KajQLH4ZkDAaiNHHAFFMfhcZmopWOT6wwP67Q_aFgGyY0j-QYAlh0WOjpKg3hj_kb9QFIT_Kus4Ph9435myONeyQsmw1qc30TWcWN1uXo6cU/s320/DSC_3241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300911491109552434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPWGfy8E7fPju1aPZxfddTbr5HztpXnLRdBmHpUjo7bZMXfWpmSIf_Vgpad4oWIy3ZU9CmvMajGv_qD_C2VW3_ftpl1t93KquPs5f7Cz7P8gs7zXRy97zT9hlvxOzTOsztnGuDklprFk/s1600-h/DSC_3248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPWGfy8E7fPju1aPZxfddTbr5HztpXnLRdBmHpUjo7bZMXfWpmSIf_Vgpad4oWIy3ZU9CmvMajGv_qD_C2VW3_ftpl1t93KquPs5f7Cz7P8gs7zXRy97zT9hlvxOzTOsztnGuDklprFk/s320/DSC_3248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300910580924063410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Two pictures in hopes of making up for missing Day 3.<br /><br />1. The pearls I wore yesterday. The only hint of color in my all-black outfit.<br />2. My dying roses. Heading to the garbage can soon.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-26846620819970099872009-02-09T15:03:00.004-05:002009-02-09T15:21:12.454-05:00[day 4]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZeYw80Sml1evT4ozptHFbh-f3I8LxzFib6csukyw-UEmyuBrSDilZbOCC4EqPuCcRFpKjBIt75Szn2C9U5bKYLRyylOsK9SZruLZrhp_8tfIfX08ls2e1sUNY-Q5azlszr3_7_Psp1o/s1600-h/DSC_3239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZeYw80Sml1evT4ozptHFbh-f3I8LxzFib6csukyw-UEmyuBrSDilZbOCC4EqPuCcRFpKjBIt75Szn2C9U5bKYLRyylOsK9SZruLZrhp_8tfIfX08ls2e1sUNY-Q5azlszr3_7_Psp1o/s320/DSC_3239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300891629458698850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsop4zr34Sqay3szxgo4cpQuiKVuNbLIF5oZg8FGjVX0xY6LF3Jsz07Oqm2IXUyv4CIiurzX5oH1PaUv2B3s2SR3_peGFTLLHsZx3qe70nPPi-Zy1JVzxS7_vV4sVmCMqKPVXeE9hQd4/s1600-h/worship5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsop4zr34Sqay3szxgo4cpQuiKVuNbLIF5oZg8FGjVX0xY6LF3Jsz07Oqm2IXUyv4CIiurzX5oH1PaUv2B3s2SR3_peGFTLLHsZx3qe70nPPi-Zy1JVzxS7_vV4sVmCMqKPVXeE9hQd4/s320/worship5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300891332422386482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, I know I'm already slacking on the photo days because I missed day 3, but in my defense I worked from 10-3:30 and went straight to Providence for our amazing night of praise and worship in celebration of Elevation's 3rd Year Anniversary!!! It was amazing and even came complete with a kick-a** guitar solo, compliments of Pastor Furtick. If you missed it, that's sad.<br /><br />Anyways, here are 2 pictures from yesterday.<br />The first one, on the left, is courtesy of Cheyenne Schultz (www.cheyenneschultzphotography.blogspot.com check it out. she's awesome, i promise). I love this picture, and not just because I love all of Cheyenne's pictures. Yesterday was so much fun, just like every other Sunday morning. Burn for You is one of my favorite songs, and I remember how I felt in this moment yesterday, so I love it.<br /><br />The second picture is courtesy of...me. This is what I looked like last night at midnight when I finally crawled up to my room to get ready for bed. (Just to tell you how tired I was, I went to bed at 12-ish and at the moment I've only been awake for about an hour and 15 minutes. and it's 3pm). Yesterday I didn't stop moving from 5am to about 8pm. 4 services at Providence and then 5 hours of work. As much as I worried about how all that was going to kill me yesterday, the day turned out pretty awesome. Work wasn't too bad, and I love the girls I work with. The icing on the cake was that my favorite <a href="http://www.robertsummers.blogspot.com/">person</a> in the world came to see me and watched Madagascar 2 by himself while I fell asleep on the couch haha.<br /><br />There you go for Day 4. We'll see what I get for Day 5 today.<br /><br /><br />P.S. you're just lucky I didn't post a picture of the disgusting blister on my heel.<br />You're welcome :]kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-53716153363558026432009-02-06T17:16:00.003-05:002009-02-06T17:24:26.214-05:00[day 2]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bZLelaXKFpyPj0asYreOzO2JOHf7zcjfERax71GPyYS4NM-P11U4bsWgZBlhyUQHPVvez8jkKdOU6tDfxQIqSTEORJRIw6wTfNRvWml_xx55sBN_53Plq1AAgCMj4e194sDvDyev1ZE/s1600-h/DSC_3237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bZLelaXKFpyPj0asYreOzO2JOHf7zcjfERax71GPyYS4NM-P11U4bsWgZBlhyUQHPVvez8jkKdOU6tDfxQIqSTEORJRIw6wTfNRvWml_xx55sBN_53Plq1AAgCMj4e194sDvDyev1ZE/s320/DSC_3237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299813236487533474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwjviKdtqnhzVZ1N3eXImoBGz2hnvOiAgYxAWXtzpBur8NWg1TzCK_nomivljpGVSjhIsjo-hjz-QmXkWeJnhnjn_Aa2oFcPfbk5A0FUAuF69NGwwXYm_qiD3J8sak1UVIRhcjSRNxEU/s1600-h/DSC_3236.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwjviKdtqnhzVZ1N3eXImoBGz2hnvOiAgYxAWXtzpBur8NWg1TzCK_nomivljpGVSjhIsjo-hjz-QmXkWeJnhnjn_Aa2oFcPfbk5A0FUAuF69NGwwXYm_qiD3J8sak1UVIRhcjSRNxEU/s320/DSC_3236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299812670572238242" border="0" /></a><br />I cleaned my room today...somewhat.<br />Trust me, it looks better than it did before.<br />Notice the flowers that <a href="http://www.robertsummers.blogspot.com">someone awesome</a> got me :)kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-53784760322037888322009-02-05T15:33:00.004-05:002009-02-05T16:03:51.386-05:00Copycat [day 1]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWjz_20V8CH-jmbTgxSrn9WxpzpEhsRR8EVw3zM3vdg-JDOFZQ8SVJFu-KHP4GaxACfn0KkzHlOFOdVixVeQfVfXOPBf3WUiV-GxWkERrZ42Mc5dFdpVqd3WehBHyzHhc_eXUOcjUzyI/s1600-h/DSC_3229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWjz_20V8CH-jmbTgxSrn9WxpzpEhsRR8EVw3zM3vdg-JDOFZQ8SVJFu-KHP4GaxACfn0KkzHlOFOdVixVeQfVfXOPBf3WUiV-GxWkERrZ42Mc5dFdpVqd3WehBHyzHhc_eXUOcjUzyI/s320/DSC_3229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299420906276894818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't have very many original ideas. But then again, I don't feel like anyone has a lot. We all just steal from other people, so I don't feel so bad.<br />Anyways, I'm going to copy my old friend, <a href="http://stephhill.wordpress.com/">Stephanie</a>, in an endeavor to take more pictures. I have a camera that I consider ballin' (yeah) and I rarely use it. So this is partly to encourage myself to take more pictures and partly to encourage myself to put something on this blog once in a while. So here we go. Feel free to verbally kick my butt if I slack.<br />I'll be doing this for at least 30 days. We'll see after that.<br /><br />So this is rocket. After the McCarts left, I had this strange 4-person-family-sized gap in my life. And this small memento was something little I got just remind myself of how much they did for us while they were here for their short stay. It was the most tangible memory I could find and it only cost like $2 at the Disney store haha.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-48215911356173582622008-12-15T12:59:00.002-05:002008-12-15T13:04:59.911-05:00Stale<span style="font-family: georgia;">A couple weeks ago at work, it hit me. I'm not sure why it happened at work of all places, but I realized that I've been pretty lame lately. </span>I've just been really stale and stagnant in terms of my walk with God. I've been kind of sitting and maybe scooching my butt up a couple inches every now and then, but for the most part I've been pretty still. The worst part is that I still haven't really made any strong efforts to change, and I had this realization at least a week and 1/2 ago.<br />I still pray every day. I thank God for the wonderful gifts He has given me in so many different forms. The weird thing about this phase is that I don't feel hollow or empty or hopeless like I sometimes do, I just don't feel like I'm trying very hard. And that might be even more dangerous. I don't want to be content. I don't want to just get by. I want to fight. I want to be a woman of God. I want to be so much more than what I'm allowing myself to be lately.<br />I don't have much to say about this except that I will try and prayers would be amazing. Part of the problem is that I'm so busy that I don't spend a lot of time with anyone anymore and I miss out on the encouragement and fellowship I used to experience so often. Maybe once I figure out how to juggle school, work, church and a boyfriend, I'll get back to that, too. So many things...kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-85292769388462469282008-11-17T15:05:00.002-05:002008-11-17T15:14:40.731-05:00I Am Land<span style="font-style: italic;">Land that drinks in the rain often falling on it and that produces a crop useful to those for whom it is farmed receives the blessing of God.<br />Hebrews 6:7<br /><br /></span>I'm starting to think that maybe I got more out of my quiet time when I actually made an attempt to comprehend it and blog about it later, so here we are.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span>I am land.<br />I am land that receives a lot of rain. The rain that often falls on me is of God. God pours so much into my life on a daily basis. I really love being at school because I pray the most when I walk around campus outside. Even when I'm freezing cold and in seven layers (while some people still walk around with flip-flops and/or shorts ha), there is so much to thank God for. He just pours and pours and pours out blessings on me. It rains all the time on my life, in the best possible way. So that's step 1: Rain.<br />Step 2 belongs to me. With all that God has poured on my life, on my land, I should be producing a useful crop. There is plenty being poured upon me, so it's my job to turn around and produce good crop. What I receive in my life should be obvious to everyone around me. I should be able to remain faithful and joyful knowing that God is blessing me every second. My crop can be joy and thankfulness that really shows everyone around me (perhaps, "those for whom it is farmed") how blessed I am.<br />Step 3: receive the blessing of God.<br /><br />So really it comes full circle.<br />I receive countless, wonderful blessings from God.<br />I live my life in a way that shows how thankful I am to a gracious, giving God.<br />I receive more wonderful blessings from God.<br /><br /><br /><br />I think I'll save the opposing verse for a blog tomorrow.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-18720230489851665572008-10-04T15:04:00.002-04:002008-10-04T15:23:14.252-04:00I really wish I blogged more. I have a lot of thoughts in my head lately about possible blog topics but nothing ever really seems to come to fruition.<br /><br />But I did want to make a small, quick post about my life lately. Things are really awesome, and God is incredibly good.<br />I have a bad habit of feeling ashamed of things I want to say (or write) sometimes, and I'm trying to break that. Sometimes I keep my feelings and my emotions on the inside because I think that someone or everyone will disapprove of whatever I'm thinking or feeling. I'd really like to get out of that habit. I don't have much to say, but here's what's going on lately in my life:<br /><br />-<a href="http://www.robertsummers.blogspot.com">Robert</a> and I are finally officially dating, and it's the best thing I've ever experienced. God has definitely blessed me with this relationship, and I'm very excited to be learning and growing closer to God with Robert by my side.<br /><br />-I'm absolutely 100% in love with what I do at <a href="http://www.elevationchurch.org">Elevation</a>. Being a part of a worship ministry like this is unreal, and I wouldn't trade it for any other role. I don't know how I even made it to this point, but I know God is good and has given me an unbelievable part of something huge.<br /><br />-For the longest time, I've been struggling everyday with the concept of God's love. I just could not understand or comprehend how or why this Creator of the universe would choose to love me unconditional. I mean, I believe He does love me, but sometimes I have a hard time living like it. However, this week has been absolutely wonderful for me. I listened to 3 different Perry Noble sermons throughout the week and they all spoke directly to me about about something I very desperately needed to hear. I found this really entertaining because they were 3 completely different sermons (Can I Lose my Salvation? How Do I Know God's Will for my Life? Is It Ok for Christians to Drink Alcohol?) but they all spoke a similar thought to me and backed it up: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jesus does not love me based on my performance. Jesus loves me just because. <br /></span>This week has been awesome. That's such a simple point, but knowing it and repeating it has been so great for me. This week I spent way more time reading the Bible, praying and just generally noticing His glory in the seasons changing around me. It's been fantastic. So at this point, I just need to remember that the God of the universe is in love with me and is pursuing me every day and out of love for Him, I must respond.<br /><br />So those are the 3 biggest things going on in my life right now. God is teaching me a lot, but not always in the form of solid, tangible, explainable lessons. <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494998743059613204.post-42180721364482284032008-09-16T20:32:00.003-04:002008-09-16T20:51:51.669-04:00A Lesson in HumilityI very well may have blogged about this before, and if I have, please feel free to ignore this. Part of me is really just proud of myself that I'm even blogging at all, considering my recent mini-hiatus.<br /><br />I think humility is something that everyone struggles with at some point...or at multiple points...or all the time. You know, whatever. It's definitely something I struggle with often. But through everything, there is one area where I really have to wrestle with it and keep a hold on my pride and my arrogance, and that's when it comes to music.<br />I love music. There is no non-gay way for me to describe exactly how God moves my soul through music. I feel lame even trying to put words to it. It's just powerful. It can change my mood in a heartbeat. It can literally make me feel like I can fly. It compels me to dance (at least inside my head), and it causes me to struggle with my body because when I hear certain songs, it's almost an involuntary impulse for my feet to go crazy and for my body to start dancing on it's own. Sounds weird; really, it's great. I'm in love with it. I think there's a reason I feel that way about music and about singing, and that reason's name is Jesus. I believe God's most personal and most fitting gift for me is my voice. It makes me happy to sing. It makes me free. Also, I'm an emotional person, and I really believe that that fact ties in with how music affects me. I believe that because the emotions I experience are very strong and pronounced in me, that music complements (yes Rob, it is a word) my feelings. That's not really a good way to explain it, but I can't really find another way. Part of that means that once I know a song or a harmony (or sometimes even a dance to a song, like in our high school choirs), I pretty much know it forever. And if I can't recall it right away, I pick it right back up.<br /><br />With that said, alllll of these factors come into play to give me the ridiculous notion that I have some sort of <span style="font-weight: bold;">right</span> when it comes to music. Like my brain thinks that I <span style="font-weight: bold;">deserve</span> certain things when it comes to music. I know it's wrong, and I've been working hard to inform my brain that it's wrong. In actuality, that never really mattered until recently. I mean, in high school no one really told me to quite being prideful and arrogant about music. But since I've started singing with elevation's worship ministry, I'm learning otherwise. I'm learning that it's really easy for me to get bitter inside if I feel like someone gets what I deserve. It's ridiculous, I know, and I'm using a lot of my strength to counteract those feelings. I love what I get to be a part of at elevation. I know I don't deserve it at all, and I'm so lucky to be a part of it and God could easily take it away from me. I don't want to be jealous or bitter, and I certainly don't go out of my way to try to be. But God is definitely using my experiences in our worship ministry to teach me about humility. It's actually a great experience because it's forcing me to pray more (to ask God to take away those stupid feelings of bitterness and envy) and to be happy for people who get really great opportunities (even if they are opportunities I would love to get as well).<br />I'm afraid that this blog may just make me look like a really big jerk, but I'm almost positive I'm not the only one who's ever felt envious and jealous over someone else's successes.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05652609759272139525noreply@blogger.com1