<?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-8752721820396286009</id><updated>2011-08-03T11:39:35.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im just amber.</title><subtitle type='html'>Moving forward in life. 
Closing one chapter, only to open another one. 
I hope to catpure every moment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-3150310675941756291</id><published>2010-02-19T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:23:08.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S39wudfchhI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5Kldf0vZ9GM/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S39wudfchhI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5Kldf0vZ9GM/s400/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440190818379662866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar Bear- i remember when we started calling you that, and you'd call me Ambi Bambi. I miss you. Words can not express the grief i am feeling. I don't understand. I have dealth with death before, but suicide...how am i supposed to do this!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-3150310675941756291?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/3150310675941756291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=3150310675941756291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/3150310675941756291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/3150310675941756291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2010/02/mar-bear-i-remember-when-we-started.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S39wudfchhI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5Kldf0vZ9GM/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-95270128692307379</id><published>2010-02-16T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:52:52.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Sue Faust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3rpe6Jb6AI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iRymunj0Vjs/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3rpe6Jb6AI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iRymunj0Vjs/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438916217217476610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was my first friend when we moved in 5th grade. We would go to recess everyday together. After that we became inseparable. I don't think i could have made it through my move or junior high without her. We spent almost every day together. She saw me through my darkest times. She always tried to convince my parents to get me a puppy, and a cell phone. It never worked! Each summer we would go up to her cottage every weekend. We would lay out on the roof, go tubing on the lake with her neighbor, go jet skiing, take a ride around the lake on the pontoon, and go canoeing all the time. We would canoe across the lake to get Dairy Queen. The memories go on and on! She became apart of my family and i of hers. When we got to high school though things started to change. We grew up, and we grew apart. Freshman year was okay but as the years went on it was harder and harder. Mary wanted to graduate a whole year early so she got so busy we just didn't have time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I know wish I had made time. My serior year we reconnected. She wanted to go to prom with all of her friends so her boyfriend was my date and mary was our friend, Kayla's, date.  One night she came over to give me the money. I was so nervous to see her, we hadn't talked at all in a year. She walked in and spilled everything to me. She told me how her parents had split up and her dad had gone crazy, how she had been diagnosed with bi-polar are a suicide attempt, she had started to drink, smoke, and use sex to cover all the pain. March of 2009 she attempted suicide again. I could not believe what my ears were telling me. This was not the friend i had once known. God laid her in my heart in such a heavy way. I knew He had brought her back to me for a reason. I started to pray and asked others around me to pray and to keep me accountable for checking up on her. She started to open up to me about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, February 13, 2010 is a day i will never forget. It is the day i got the phone call informing me that my best friend, Mary, had killed herself the night before. I had just had the day of a lifetime and on the way home from Branson, in a car filled with my girls, i broke.&lt;br /&gt;Since that night I do not know how to feel or what to do. I am completely numb. I'm mad at God, but i'm not. I'm mad at Mary but i can't be. What am i supposed to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-95270128692307379?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/95270128692307379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=95270128692307379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/95270128692307379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/95270128692307379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2010/02/mary-sue-faust.html' title='Mary Sue Faust'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3rpe6Jb6AI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iRymunj0Vjs/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-5949366084858993995</id><published>2010-02-13T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:02:53.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. 02/12/10♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today I found out that one of my best friends, Mary Sue Faust, died last night. Not only did she die, she committed suicide. This 18 year old girl jumped in front of a semi on i80.  I don't know how to react to this...I am living right now in a haze. Not knowing what i am doing or feeling. I have honestly never cried so hard in my life.  I have never felt so numb. How are you supposed to deal with a friend taking her own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God...i do NOT understand...at all!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;R.i.P. Mary Sue 02/12/10  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Always and Forever♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-5949366084858993995?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/5949366084858993995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=5949366084858993995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/5949366084858993995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/5949366084858993995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-021210.html' title='R.I.P. 02/12/10♥'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-661791636446091104</id><published>2010-02-05T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:24:17.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you're a Christian, would you please notify your face?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As i was spending time with Jesus tonight, I cam across this quote in my book i was reading. I didn't read very far past it because it so strongly jumped out at me. "If you're a Christian, would you please notify your face?" How true is this? We who claim to live a life for God are often the one's who are complaining and making a bigger deal out of the small stuff then those of the world can at times. I know i am guilty of this, many many times!! But as i step back to think about this statement, how sad is that! I live my life for God and yet the simple look on my face does not show that. God is walking beside me daily. God's love is always present in my life. My worst day should still be filled with joy because the God of the universe loves ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is a verse that i want to use here, but i can not think of it for the LIFE of me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God pursues us, loves us, he sent his son to on a cross for us and if that alone isn't cause enough to put a smile on my face daily and live in the joy and hope that God gives, i do not know what reason a person will need. Though trails and temptations will come I am living for a God "who will never leave me nor forsake me". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How am i ever going to show God's love to the world, if i can't go into the world and show them that love, peace, joy, and hope?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the challenge to myself; Smile, all the time! Whether it's the "worst" day of my life or not. God has given me life in that day, and a chance to reach the world. maybe all i can do that day is smile, but at least it's something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-661791636446091104?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/661791636446091104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=661791636446091104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/661791636446091104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/661791636446091104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-youre-christian-would-you-please.html' title='&quot;If you&apos;re a Christian, would you please notify your face?&quot;'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-837565255083457890</id><published>2010-02-03T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:33:38.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeremiah 29:13    "You will seek me and you will find me, when you seek me with ALL your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the verse i am living for right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-837565255083457890?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/837565255083457890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=837565255083457890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/837565255083457890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/837565255083457890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2010/02/jeremiah-2913-you-will-seek-me-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-1809873253267320353</id><published>2010-01-24T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:25:51.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seems like whenever I make a decision to grow in my relationship with God the exact opposite happens. Why is this? I do not understand. A week ago all i wanted was to grow closer to God and deepen my relationship with Him. and now, to be completely honest and transparent(is that the right word), this is the exact thing i am not doing, and at the moment have no desire to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know He has  not left me, i know if i were to reach out He would be, is, right there. And if i know this why am i not doing so? I have been reading my bible, and spending serious time with God but....nothing not anymore..."If you seek Me, you will find Me" well how come whenever i seek You, i never seem to find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, my mother talked to a doctor this week, explained different issues and symptoms i have been having (for the past year and a half) and he thinks my ovaries are shutting down, along with some other stuff. That is exactly what an 18 year old girl wants to hear. I am flying home the third weekend in Feb. to go see him. Please keep that in prayer. &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/8752721820396286009-1809873253267320353?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/1809873253267320353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=1809873253267320353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1809873253267320353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1809873253267320353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-are-you-god.html' title='Where are you God?'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-5634591235183153952</id><published>2010-01-11T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:11:54.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on campus.</title><content type='html'>That's right i'm back at Evangel. It's so weird being back here. I don't know how i feel about this yet...i love the friend's i have made here and would not exchange them for the world, but this isn't home....not anymore. I applied to Olivet a couple of days ago and i plan on applying to a couple more colleges around home in this next month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday Stone had a guest speaker, Robert Madu- I think that's his name, and he was great!! I've heard him speak at Convention before. He was GREAT then and he was GREAT Sunday! His message really went along with my goals for the new year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this upcoming semester i have bought three major books i want to read through and other smaller books. I have totally blanked on the titles but i will be sure to blog about them at some point! I am still waiting for them to arrive here on campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in my life I want to be dedicated and stick to all my plans/goals. In other areas of my life i can find dedication but when it comes to my own personal goals i can never find that dedication/ strength  to keep going day after day. It is time to change and start a new chapter in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o i thought of a third goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; goal #3: attain to get straights a's. If i strive to get straight and don't reach that goal i should still land pretty close and be very proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a side note i wanted to let everyone know that Reichert is going to be my made of honor when i get married!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-5634591235183153952?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/5634591235183153952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=5634591235183153952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/5634591235183153952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/5634591235183153952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-on-campus.html' title='Back on campus.'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-1125363203671232161</id><published>2010-01-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:04:05.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is going to be a year to beat all years! I was beyond ready for 2009 to be over! It had not been an easy year at all. Some good did come of it but i am ready for a fresh start. I want to start writing again, but i want to have some sort of purpose behind my writing. I still have to figure that part out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next year i am fully dedicating my life to God, to become the best person i can. I want to have two or three main goals for this next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal One: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reach a deeper level with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i would like to read the bible through. (is that right? i don't think so) I would like to read the whole bible. I am not satisfied where I am with God right now so i am going to take my relationship with God in my own hands and draw closer. With this i am going to cut out distractions, especially my biggest distraction...guys! For the next 9 months or so i will not date, pursue, or allow any guy to pursue me. Guys have been a huge distraction my whole life so its about time they are put aside so that God can become my true number one. and on top of that when this dating hiatus is over before i get involved with any guy i will bring it to God. I will not date just anyone, i have to get the go ahead from God first. It's about time i listen to Proverbs 4:23, i am sick of getting my heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Goal Two:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Get into shape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that hard, i just need to get out of bed every once in a while. Evangel has a FREE workout place plus i want to get a workout DVD and a mat for my room before i go back. How am i supposed to serve God my best if i possibly can not do everything possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add another goal later, but i don't know right now. i'm too tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &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/8752721820396286009-1125363203671232161?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/1125363203671232161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=1125363203671232161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1125363203671232161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1125363203671232161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-8673284284797687591</id><published>2009-07-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:38:39.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The tears haven't come yet, but i know they will. I think i'm still numb. Still in shock. It's only been two weeks since y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou took it from me, something i wanted to keep until the time was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You took advantage of a situation. and now i haven't even heard from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's okay though. It just shows what kind of person you are. I'm better off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;without you. They've been telling me that for months, but i guess i had to learn the hard way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish i had listened to the various people's advise but i didn't. Now all i can do is turn to God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and He will heal and put back together what you broke. I'm not going to hate you, that isn't right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;even though that is probablly what you deserve. I'm going to forgive you, and move on with my life. i wont get over this for a long time, but God is my stregnth and He will carry me through this. I hope to never see you again, i don't want to see your face ever again. i don't want to hear your voice ever again. I pray to God that the memory will leave soon. You did it, you broke me. But i wont be broken for long. God will heal me and send more people into my life to help pick up the pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-8673284284797687591?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/8673284284797687591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=8673284284797687591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8673284284797687591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8673284284797687591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2009/07/tears-havent-come-yet-but-i-know-they.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-474861172327906705</id><published>2009-07-04T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:54:03.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This past week has been very long. I made a choice that i can't take back, and it will forever shape who i am becoming. Part of me wishes i could take it back, but i know i can't so i just have to keep moving forward. Right now is when i need God's grace, mercy and love the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-474861172327906705?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/474861172327906705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=474861172327906705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/474861172327906705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/474861172327906705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-past-week-has-been-very-long.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-3573695862580547547</id><published>2009-06-27T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:46:35.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going to start trying to post daily. This probably wont happen but hey a girl can try right?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have graduated high school. This is something I have been looking forward to since day one of freshman year. Now that its here, I don't want to run back to the security of the hallways of Victor J Andrew, and i do not want to run forward into the unknown abyss of Evangel either, I just want to stay here forever; not a high school student, but not an adult yet either. Still at home with everyone I care about. Over the past four years I have had the honor to meet some pretty incredible people and have some of the best leaders and pastors any girl could ask for. Honestly I do not want to leave them. Friends have become family, and my leaders are people that have modeled lives that have molded who i have become, and who i am becoming. I have been surrounded by love, friendship, understanding, and security.  I mean come on, what girl would want to leave that. I have been beyond fortunate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-3573695862580547547?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/3573695862580547547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=3573695862580547547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/3573695862580547547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/3573695862580547547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-going-to-start-trying-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-1179233225603605328</id><published>2009-03-18T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:33:49.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been on this thing in a while.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks have been a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;After Winter Retreat i realized that my relationship with God had been put on the back burner in my life. I was so busy with everything/everyone else in my life that i didn't put any time into my relationship with God. At retreat God opened my eyes to alot of different issues going on in my life. One was that my adoption isn't who i am. I am a child of God. I am HIS daughter, and that is all that matters. another was i put to much into my relationship with Ethan. i made him my WORLD. i would go to Ethan instead of relying on God. and that is really where i tripped up these past few months. I LOVE God, with everything in me, but i didn't trust Him.  Part of it was any time i really loved or cared about someone they left, and how would i know God wouldn't leave. I mean i know He never would, but that's not how my mind and heart saw it. I have felt abandoned by so many people, i couldn't take it if i felt abounded by God.  Bethany told me at this anaolgy at Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;When you cut your finger they say you aren't supposed to put a band-aid on it right away so it can start healing, and my heart is the same way, expect i would just always put the band-aid on right away. not giving it time to heal. so that it didn't hurt anymore. It's time to take that band-aid off and to let God heal my heart. To make me complete in Him.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought i needed it have it all together and i realize i don't. I just have to keep going to God through all of this. and ask for prayer.&lt;br /&gt;During levio devina at Retreat we read Romans 12:1-8 but verse 2 is what stuck out to me&lt;br /&gt;"but be &lt;strong&gt;transformed &lt;/strong&gt;by the renewing of your mind."&lt;br /&gt;I need to be transformed through God.&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life i'm not going to fall apart, i'm going to fall together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-1179233225603605328?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/1179233225603605328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=1179233225603605328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1179233225603605328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1179233225603605328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2009/03/havent-been-on-this-thing-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-2470582076418150182</id><published>2009-01-26T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:37:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is finally official i am sick! I have a fever. I can not eat anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes me feel even worse. I am light headed, and weak. Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;constantly. and just plain feel like death! I took today off, and hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will convince my mother to let me stay home tomorrow, i really feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that awful! so much for Open Gym on Friday, or maybe even Youth on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday! I hate being sick. I try to put it off for as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay now that i am done complaining about being sick. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As most people know I have been dating this guy, Ethan. I have known him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for...i don't even know how long, he has always just been there. Well over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;summer things got really weird between us and once school started it didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;get any better. One thing, he NEVER came to visit me!! I get that i could have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gone to him, but its his job to do it first! that is just one of many things that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;had bothered me. After taking many breaks, finally in October i ended things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;permanently. After that we didn't talk until December. and when we were talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was just talking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;not o i want to get back together talk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;because i so did not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;even though Ethan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;made it pretty obvious that was what was on his mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not know what happened but honestly i woke up one day, and just stopped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;caring about him. Well i still care about him as a person, but nothing more then that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not see any future with us, and i don't want to. I haven't been able to tell him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this because of how he has been acting. He tells me i am the only person he lets in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or I'm the only one he talks to. He couldn't make it without me. and that makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;REALLY uncomfortable! i don't want to be really anything to him, other then that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;crazy girl from IL. I told him that he can not come down and visit me now, that he missed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;his chance, and he got angry at me. I do not want to hurt his feelings, but i can't keep going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have moved on, quit literally. I just do not know how to explain all of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this to him, and not hurt his feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-2470582076418150182?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/2470582076418150182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=2470582076418150182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/2470582076418150182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/2470582076418150182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2009/01/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-9183882709666398248</id><published>2009-01-22T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:09:39.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness/Feed my Starving Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can not even explain to you the amount of exhaustion i have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;experiencing recently. and i could not even explain to you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am sleeping, A LOT! but i always still seem to be tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad make fun of me for it all the time. "when i was a teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i never needed sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My headaches are back and so is my back pain. I'm not angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at God, but I thought it was all gone! I had a good period of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;time there where my back did not hurt. I could live a "normal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;life of not having my back hurt to the extent of not even being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;able to find one position, sitting or laying, that did not hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to Feed My Starving Children on Monday and I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seemingly okay that whole time we were there, and even at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mall my back did not hurt, but when we were on the way home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on the bus, o my goodness!! I could not sit down, or stand up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or do anything that would make the pain stop! It was horrible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but Feed My Starving Children was amazing! We went of Monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;our day off, and we served people. It was so rewarding. Being able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to make a difference in a family, or child's life is so wonderful to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was so amazing to me that so many young people came out! We even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;had to turn some of the youth away because we could only take so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;many people. That fact alone shows that this generation has so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;potential! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We got there ten minutes early, and had to sign in, where they proceeded to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;give us all hair nets.  I was very impressed, we only had mild complaining from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the girls on that one. On the way in the joke was that i was only there for the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, when we were all sitting down a group of guys walked in and everyone was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Amber, there are your guys" and OF COURSE they heard it...can i say embarrassing!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We sat through a presentation on what we were doing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the cause behind it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were then off to the work room. They gave us a demonstration, and during it Lonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got my attention and said i should be standing on the other side, i didn't get it, and then she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pointed out that that was were the guys were!! So me, being well me went over there just for the kicks. Reichert and i started off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;with putting stickers on bags, while the rest of the group bagged food. They had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to make up cheers to get refills or bags, or boxes and any time it was Stone Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;people Reichert and i would look at each other and just laugh. They were the loudest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;group in there! SHOCKING i know! lol Finally Reichert and i made our way into the food area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was fun there! Especially since there were more people! But Lonna allowed me to seal the bags, after the food was put in them. All you have to do is place the bag on this machine and press down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;not that hard right? Well i didn't think so either, so i was going at it, doing a good job. I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seal the bag and then throw it onto the table to be boxed. I was going about that when all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;of a sudden i see the contents of a bag all over the table...GREAT i screwed one up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was bad, we just cleared it off and refilled it a little. Well i did this another 2 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;man did i feel stupid!!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But we were finally done and it was time to pray over the food then go back for a final good-bye meeting. Where basically they ask for money. Well when everyone was still coming in to the good-bye meeting, someone was talking to those "guy's" pastor, well we found out that they are from Minnesota! Are you serious?!?! that is so unfair!! becuase one of those guys was pretty cute, if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i do say so myself!! Lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were done and walking back to the bus and i commented on how cute that guy was, but it was a bummer that he lived in Minnesota, and P.erik i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;n all of his niceness said back "well the long distance thing is YOUR thing!" haha funny P. Erik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we went to the mall. and that brings us full circle to the ride home where my back hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wow this one was long!! Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-9183882709666398248?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/9183882709666398248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=9183882709666398248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/9183882709666398248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/9183882709666398248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2009/01/tirednessfeed-my-starving-children.html' title='Tiredness/Feed my Starving Children'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-598920947740485160</id><published>2009-01-20T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:16:03.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i am in Colleg Prep writting class right now, and apparently i can get onto blogger.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to get onto Twitter, but it took forever to load, so i quit! lol&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should update this thing a little more about what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In CPW (college prep writting) we are writting a narative about our lives.&lt;br /&gt;One life changing event. and although i wanted to write about all these different things,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i found myself writting about was Cassie's death.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to dwell on that though. it is in God's hands and I can't&lt;br /&gt;really change anything, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off the year of 2009 with a week of prayer and fasting.&lt;br /&gt;and although it was hard, well the fasting part.  it was rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel God on a daily basis, and felt that changes He is making.&lt;br /&gt;I ended my week of fasting by going to Giordano's  pizza! thank you lonna!&lt;br /&gt;This year i am making it appoint to get closer to God. I am not going to sit&lt;br /&gt;and wait for God, and not do anything i am going to get off my butt and chase&lt;br /&gt;after Him like i have never chased after anything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next year is going to be very interesting. A chapter of my life is going&lt;br /&gt;to be closing, but a whole new one is going to be opened up to me. &lt;br /&gt;Gradauting from high school is the one that i have been talking&lt;br /&gt;about since my first day freshman year, and now it is right around&lt;br /&gt;the corner. Although i can not wait to leave i am scared. High school&lt;br /&gt; is sceure. and now i am jumping out into a whole world of unsecure things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i hope to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;read the whole bible through.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fix the relationship with my mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a deeper place with God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move on from past relationships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write a letter to everyone who has made a difference in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;come to better terms with being adopted (i have come a long way, but that journey is still not over)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah i think that is it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-598920947740485160?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/598920947740485160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=598920947740485160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/598920947740485160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/598920947740485160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-am-in-colleg-prep-writting-class.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-8003562496567567707</id><published>2008-12-17T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:36:25.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snowed in</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day of finals. yippee!! haha and after that i had made plans to go to a family from the churches house she the mom could dye my hair!! i was so excited! so i get there and we are just talking and the mom is dyeing my hair, and then it starts to snow. No big deal I think. then i realize that it is coming down really hard and fast!! Her sister comes over to drop off some food and tells me that the roads are horrible. GREAT!! i call my dad to see what he wants me to do. It was 4:00 p.m. by then, i got there at 1:00 p.m. He tells me to come home, i thought he was crazy but was not about to fight with him. I tell the family that if i die i am coming back!! I get not even 5 blocks from their house and i have fish tailed like 3 times, ending up in the other lane of traffic, i call my mommy tell her i'm scared to drive home and she tells me to go back and they will pick me up later. I ended up staying at this house from 1:00p.m. until 8:00 p.m.  it was ridiculous! but i had so much fun! my dad finally comes, he brings my mom's car that drives better in snow. It took us an hour to get home. They live at 74 we live at 179. it usually takes me&lt;br /&gt;like 30 min. i don't think i went over 25 the whole time! I was relieved to finally get home, when my mom sends me back out to get a gift for her secret Santa thing at work today. I didn't think it would be a problem since i just drove past there and the roads where fine. I get to walgreens all fine, get what i needed and started to head home. I had to cross over traffic to get to the lane i needed, thank god no one was on the road at the time because i ended up doing a 360, plus add 180 to that...so that end up to 540 degree turn really fast! i was scared!! but i had to straighten out again, so as i was trying to get in the right direction i ended up hitting black ice and flew to the right, my car stopped inches from the bar thing that keeps you from falling into a ditch. Mind you i was BARELY going 15 miles per hour the whole time. After almost hitting the bar rail, i fish tail again, and hit the curb.&lt;br /&gt;i finally get straighten out and go home. going like 10 mph the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;it was the scariest thing EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;God truly protected me last night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-8003562496567567707?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/8003562496567567707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=8003562496567567707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8003562496567567707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8003562496567567707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowed-in.html' title='snowed in'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-4016204118481557062</id><published>2008-12-14T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:35:43.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>This next week will be my last winter finals!! Thank GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;Finals are always sooo stressful and this year didn't break the tradition.&lt;br /&gt;In most of my classes i get to do projects for my finals which at first i was THRILLED&lt;br /&gt;about, but then came to realize that i have had to spend the past week working on&lt;br /&gt;these projects and have been up until midnight or later every night!&lt;br /&gt;Today i have to finish up my last final project.&lt;br /&gt;which should be easy, but it really easy.&lt;br /&gt;This project has 12 different things to do and 9 out of the 12 things is&lt;br /&gt;writing a one page or more essay.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to say i have barely even started.&lt;br /&gt;Today should be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-4016204118481557062?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/4016204118481557062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=4016204118481557062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/4016204118481557062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/4016204118481557062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-1289019449285155931</id><published>2008-12-04T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:16:37.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College here I come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/STrdjnaymvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/YpHxFM2Bp1o/s1600-h/evangel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/STrdjnaymvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/YpHxFM2Bp1o/s400/evangel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276773517364468466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 4, 2008,  my life has forever changed, once again.  I was accepted into Evangel University!! I got a box in the mail, and i freaked out! i ripped it open, i was scared out of my mind. I thought i still had more then a week to find out. Inside there was a shirt, and a DVD. I threw in the DVD. I was waiting, the logo came on EVANGEL UNIVERSITY...blah blah blah whatever!! and then the words that i have been waiting for since i applied came across the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;You're accepted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to college!! I'm going to college!! I'm going to college!!&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/8752721820396286009-1289019449285155931?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/1289019449285155931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=1289019449285155931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1289019449285155931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1289019449285155931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/12/college-here-i-come.html' title='College here I come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/STrdjnaymvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/YpHxFM2Bp1o/s72-c/evangel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-5961999677134110551</id><published>2008-11-30T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:57:08.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year. eight monts. seven days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today at church the youth choir sang Cry Out to Jesus by Third Day. It is an amazing song, but to sing it is so hard. The beginning line is "To everyone who's lost someone they love Long before it was their time You feel like the days you had were not enough when you said goodbye" And just reading those words brings tears to my eyes. Losing Cassie has forever impacted my life....It has been one year, eight months, and seven days since we lost Cassie, but it still feels like yesterday. I still miss you. I still cry. I still can't sing or hear a song without thinking about you. I still have your picture in my purse. It is still so unreal to me that you are gone. I still look for you at church. Still expecting to see your beautiful face walk in through the doors. Still expecting to hear your voice next to mine as we sing. I still don't understand. It still hurts, everyday...I haven't gone a day and not thought of you. I try to be strong, but some days its just too hard to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it ever get easier? Isn't the pain supposed to go away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-5961999677134110551?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/5961999677134110551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=5961999677134110551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/5961999677134110551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/5961999677134110551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-year-eight-monts-seven-days.html' title='One Year. eight monts. seven days.'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-8648532451161332085</id><published>2008-11-13T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:41:54.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i still miss you??</title><content type='html'>I hate that I am crying over you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could be here now.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted things to work.&lt;br /&gt;We had waited so long,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe not long enough.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I sit at my computer&lt;br /&gt;And wait for your name to pop&lt;br /&gt;Up and say you're on.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I just watch your&lt;br /&gt;Name...wanting to say something&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to say something.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I can't let go of you.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me doesn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Most of me knows I have to or I&lt;br /&gt;Will go CRAZY! You're still on my&lt;br /&gt;Mind, always. You still and always&lt;br /&gt;Will have a place in my heart. But&lt;br /&gt;You chose to not make that place&lt;br /&gt;Permanent. I needed more then&lt;br /&gt;A voice.  I needed a hand to hold.&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone who would&lt;br /&gt;Back of their words with action.&lt;br /&gt;But in all reality, i just needed you.&lt;br /&gt;You here, by my side. Not all the&lt;br /&gt;time, but once in a while would have&lt;br /&gt;Been nice. Some nights i look at my phone,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to call. Wanting to feel&lt;br /&gt;That safety that always came.&lt;br /&gt;Needing it almost. But now I'm all&lt;br /&gt;Alone. My nights are dark and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Missing what they once had. It is&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts that always lead back to&lt;br /&gt;You...and only you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-8648532451161332085?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/8648532451161332085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=8648532451161332085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8648532451161332085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8648532451161332085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-that-i-am-crying-over-you.html' title='Why do i still miss you??'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-7339729908241675329</id><published>2008-10-14T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:58:15.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday Pastor Erik after he spoke let the mic open for the youth to "confess" or tell the youth something about us that we need to get out on the open, most of us went up there to ask the youth to prayer for something specific in our lives, and i guess to confess something we are dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;I had kept putting off going up there, it wasn't mandatory but i felt the Holy Spirit keeping pushing me to go up there. At one point i stood up and pastor Erik saw me but then i just sat on the bench near me. Finally, i got the nerves to go up there. My heart was beating out of my chest and my hands were shaking. I picked up the mic and just started talking. i hadn't prepared anything, all i knew was i had to walk up there and start talking.&lt;br /&gt;the words started coming, i was talking about my past. how i've been hurt by people alot in my life. and although i have said i have gotten over it i really haven't and it has servilely kept me from getting closer to God. And how i am going off to college next year and i can't live my life with all of my past hurts. and asked them to pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two of my amazing leaders, Bethany and Lonna, talk to me afterward. Both spoke words i needed to hear. Bethany told me its time to let go. The devil has taken 17 years of my life, no more.&lt;br /&gt;Lonna, told me that even though i have been hurt, i have hurt others and need to mend those relationships. and she was right.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't have to get over what has been done to me, i also have to ask for forgiveness from others.&lt;br /&gt;Lonna also said i need to hold on to God with everything in me. GO after Him like i never had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last Wednesday i don't feel like the same person.  I have been reading my bible. Praying. I have asked for forgiveness from the people that i had hurt. I have been going to God first.&lt;br /&gt;My life isn't the same as it was a week ago.  I am not letting the Devil control my life anymore. I am trusting my God, and Savior with my life. all of it. And i am able to live with a peace and a joy that is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I am not worrying about my future for it is in His hands. My relationship with others has improved . I am doing, what i have always wanted to do, but never honestly thought i could.&lt;br /&gt;God is becoming the center of my life. and i never thought it would be THIS amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This path that i have gone on isn't over and i will not say it is. I have a long way to go. and it wont always be this easy. but i know God will give my the dedication to keep up with my Bible reading, and i have leaders and other students to keep me accountable. and not just with reading the bible. but with keeping my faith in God to keep going, and to keep Him the center of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to say this is a whole new me, becuase it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;This is just me, trying to figure out my life, with God truly completely it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-7339729908241675329?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/7339729908241675329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=7339729908241675329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/7339729908241675329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/7339729908241675329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-7964088551737196340</id><published>2008-09-27T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:13:50.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life isn't the movies</title><content type='html'>You make me feel invincible.&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing can hurt me when you're around.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your voice my whole world&lt;br /&gt;stops spinning, and everything just drifts away.&lt;br /&gt;All the bad is gone, and all that is there is&lt;br /&gt;your love. your voice. the security you give me.&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't deal with anything.&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was that I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Because I had you.&lt;br /&gt;and for the past nine months i thought&lt;br /&gt;that was all i needed.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I can't just not deal with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop living&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; becuase there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is a boy in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I can't put aside my problems, so I can make sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm there for you.&lt;br /&gt;This life is like the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the people everyone thinks is supposed&lt;br /&gt;to end up together, don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-7964088551737196340?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/7964088551737196340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=7964088551737196340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/7964088551737196340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/7964088551737196340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-isnt-movies.html' title='Life isn&apos;t the movies'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-2299425003173687139</id><published>2008-09-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:48:11.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;first met&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;imagined&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I would have such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;strong feelings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thought&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; being by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your side&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;butterflies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my stomach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; mentions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;first met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Know that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, i would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thought that you could be like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never thought you could have so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; back into the person you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;once were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; feel so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or get so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;defensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thought that I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess now, I have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;prove myself wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-2299425003173687139?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/2299425003173687139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=2299425003173687139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/2299425003173687139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/2299425003173687139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-when-i-first-met-you-i-never-would.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-1532557962301830126</id><published>2008-09-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:32:17.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She is scared to move even an inch.&lt;br /&gt;Scared that everything might come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;She could never handle that, not again.&lt;br /&gt;If she moved, even an inch she wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;What is to come.&lt;br /&gt;Where she would go.&lt;br /&gt;Who she would become.&lt;br /&gt;But standing here, holding her world together&lt;br /&gt;Is slowly killing her.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that the one thing that has kept her together&lt;br /&gt;Could possibly be the one thing tearing her apart.&lt;br /&gt;Has she waited all these years for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to be just another memory?&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/8752721820396286009-1532557962301830126?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/1532557962301830126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=1532557962301830126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1532557962301830126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1532557962301830126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/09/memory.html' title='Memory?'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-1166604992417613752</id><published>2008-09-10T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:25:17.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This might hurt/ It's not safe/ But I know that I've gotta make a change/ I don't care/ If I break/ At least I'll be feeling something/ 'Cause just ok/ Is not enough&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me fight through the nothingness of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't wanna go through the motions/ I don't wanna go one more day/ Without Your all consuming passion inside of me/ I don't wanna spend my whole life/ asking/ What if I had given everything?/ Instead of going through the motions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No regrets/ Not this time/ I'm gonna let my heart defeat my mind/ Let Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Make me whole/ I think I'm finally feeling something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;"The Motions" by Mathew West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have listened to this song so many times, and i listen and hear the words but until now it has not sunk in. I have lived my life for God my whole life, but i haven't given Him my whole life. I haven't given Him my everything. I have said I have in the past but really i haven't. it's not easy, and it's not going to be easy, but certain events have happened in my life and i have experienced different events this summer and i seriously want to go to that next level with God. i do not want to be content anymore. i don't want to just go through the motions at church. I want to make a difference in this world for God. a real difference. I want to get to the point in my life where people don't have to know me to know i live my life for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this yearning inside of me. I want to know God, and be completely engulfed in Him SO bad! I want all of God i can get. It will never be enough. I wish you could feel this tug on my heart that just yearns for God, and His love and peace, and comfort.  I want to be moving on a daily basis in His Holy Spirit. I want to have that connection.I want God to take me all the way!! I want my life to be more then the motions, or the right words. In the beginning of August i went to War Week which was a week long missions trip to Detroit, MI. We did so much there, but what i will never forget was during worship or prayer, or the service i could FEEL God, EVERYWHERE! i would go the bathroom, help one of my girls out no matter where we went, we could not escape it. It was AMAZING! We had about an hour prayer meeting every morning, the worship could have gone on forever. The Holy Spirit was there. i could feel Him moving, and changing lives. I went after God there like i never have before, and i don't want to lose that. Since i have gotten back and i have started to read my bible on more of a consistence basis. I have been praying daily, going to the prayer meetings at church. I want to get as much of God as i can. My heart feels like is going to explode. i have never wanted something more, and have been willing to go after something more then i am right now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know if this makes any sense. but i can feel something coming. I know that God wont let me down. As long as i keep seeking Him, and pushing to go further God will meet me here.&lt;br /&gt;He is my everything. and i want so much more of Him!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one with two left feet,/ standing on a lonely street,/ I can't even walk a straight line./ And every time you look at me,/ I'm spinning like an autumn leaf, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bound to hit bottom some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[bridge] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where would I be without someone to save me,/ Someone who won't let me fall? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are everything that I live for,/ Everything that I can't believe is happening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're standing right in front of me,/ With arms wide open, all I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is everyday is filled with hope/ 'Cause You are everything that I breathe for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can't help but breathe You in, and breathe again,/Feeling all this life within, every single beat of my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm the one with big mistakes, big regrets,/ And bigger breaks than I'd ever care to confess./ Ah, but You're the one who looks at me/ And sees what I was meant to be,/ More than just a beautiful mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[bridge] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're everything good in my life,/ Everything honest and true./ And all of those stars hanging up in the sky/ Could never shine brighter than You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You are Everything" Matthew West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-1166604992417613752?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/1166604992417613752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=1166604992417613752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1166604992417613752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/1166604992417613752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-might-hurt-its-not-safe-but-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-3996200033464329319</id><published>2008-09-03T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:11:40.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i have been really bad at these things.&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever have time to write about my life,&lt;br /&gt;which P.S. has been CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;and not in the good way.&lt;br /&gt;and on top of all of that i got sick this week.&lt;br /&gt;i want to just curl up in my bed and sleep&lt;br /&gt;for the next like o i don't know 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy, but things have also been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been holding onto a hurt for over four years now.&lt;br /&gt;i could not let go. i just was so hurt, and mad and felt so betrayed&lt;br /&gt;but this person that there was no way i was going to let him off the hock.&lt;br /&gt;He was a leader to me, someone i looked up to, how could he have done this to me.&lt;br /&gt;I started to realize it was affecting me in so many different aspects in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto this pain wasn't hurting him, in fact i bet you he never even realized&lt;br /&gt;how baldy he hurt me, holding onto this pain was hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;It was affecting my trust issues, which i already had problems with,&lt;br /&gt;it was bring bitterness into my life that wasn't needed or wanted.&lt;br /&gt;One night i finally went over to talk to one of my amazing leaders, Bethany,&lt;br /&gt;and just let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;With out her even having to say anything it was better.&lt;br /&gt;but then she gave me the advice that i have been waiting to hear.&lt;br /&gt;My anger toward this man has finally left me, and it feels like the world has been&lt;br /&gt;lifted off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to go to sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-3996200033464329319?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/3996200033464329319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=3996200033464329319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/3996200033464329319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/3996200033464329319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-have-been-really-bad-at-these.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-6340064003154912212</id><published>2008-08-18T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:09:26.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SENIOR!!</title><content type='html'>School started today.&lt;br /&gt;which means summer is officially over&lt;br /&gt;and it is time for Amber to start her job hunt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-6340064003154912212?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/6340064003154912212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=6340064003154912212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/6340064003154912212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/6340064003154912212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-started-today.html' title='SENIOR!!'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-2137153823636940075</id><published>2008-08-06T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:55:48.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had youth tonight, and it was a good night&lt;br /&gt;but after i was sitting in a chair really just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I have had alot of different tests taken in my life.&lt;br /&gt;MRI, something with Radioactive stuff, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;name the test i have had it.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I've been sick or hurt i have always sensed this peace that&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I will spare you all the details of why i had testing done,&lt;br /&gt;but this time around i don't have that peace that i have had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to just jump to conclusions that something is terribly wrong,&lt;br /&gt;because it very well isn't but i am more nervous then i have ever been before.&lt;br /&gt;please keep me in your prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;not just that everything will be alright, but that God gives&lt;br /&gt;me a peace!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a GREAT week!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-2137153823636940075?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/2137153823636940075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=2137153823636940075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/2137153823636940075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/2137153823636940075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-youth-tonight-and-it-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-8198777053351992274</id><published>2008-08-05T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:48:28.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i guess i have been really bad at posting lately.&lt;br /&gt;well let's just say my life recently has been so hectic!!&lt;br /&gt;i am never home!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am always going some where, or leaving for another trip.&lt;br /&gt;and it is catching up on me!&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the doctor yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;one) my mom had to be there because she didn't know what they were going to do once i got there, but she just stayed in the waiting room and did her work. it was my first time ever being in the doctor's room all by myself the whole time!! :)&lt;br /&gt;two) they had me do two tests and blood work done, they took THREE vials of blood!! ((*side note* I HATE getting blood taken, as a kid i would kick the nurses)) and mid way through the lady dropped the third vial and had to reach over and grab another one.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't hurt at the time, but afterwords i couldn't move my arm. :( now i have a huge bruise there!&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gotten the results back yet, but she gave me two different medicine's.&lt;br /&gt;and if the first one doesn't work after ten days i have to go back. :(&lt;br /&gt;i HATE doctor's!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-8198777053351992274?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/8198777053351992274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=8198777053351992274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8198777053351992274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8198777053351992274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-guess-i-have-been-really-bad-at.html' title=''/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-2074197096223521503</id><published>2008-06-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:11:08.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Amazing Leaders. Mike &amp; Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Some people come into our lives and quickly go; some people move our souls to dance; they awaken us to new understanding with the passing whispers of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon; they stay in our lives for awhile; Leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same" -Flavia Weedn  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Katie and Mike, you both are leaving HUGE footprints in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at youth just seemed like every other night there.&lt;br /&gt;I got there early with Zanette and Reichert for worship.&lt;br /&gt;We all were joking around and then it was announcements time.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't remember the first announcements, but then Pastor Erik&lt;br /&gt;announced that Mike had an announcement, and Katie came up with him.&lt;br /&gt;The first words he said were "We're leaving" and honestly I thought he meant they were going on a long vacation this summer, but then he continued talking. Mike has been offered a job down in Oklahoma, and Katie and he are going to take it. I sat there and couldn't believe it. I didn't, but the tears came anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always praying for the leaders/pastor of Stone Crew, and pray that God would just bless them so much for everything they do for us crazy teenagers. I guess I never realized that praying for that could mean them leaving. Because this is God's blessing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Katie mean more to me then I think they realize.&lt;br /&gt;Although I love all the leaders, to me they were "my leaders"&lt;br /&gt;I could always go to either one of them for anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;When ever it seemed like I was having a bad day, or wasn't doing okay, you could be sure that there would one of them be coming over to talk, or to listen. I also have shared MANY fun times with both of them. Katie was my group leader for game, w00t w00t GO BROWN!! lol Mike and I have gotten into plenty of food fights and are always joking around. They always cared, and always put them selves out there for me. I remember one night I was going through a REALLY hard time, and was thinking about leaving the youth. Mike came over to talk to me and I told him that, these were his words for the most part lol&lt;br /&gt;"Amber, I don't want you to leave, you are an important part of Crew, and it wouldn't be the same with out you, I know Katie and I would miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mike and Katie, I am throwing those same words back at you. Although you don't really have a choice in leaving like I did, I just want you to know how much you will be missed by me and the whole group, and how much you are loved. Stone Crew will NOT be the same without you. And I truly mean that. Thank you so much for everything you have done for us!! and for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both are extraordinary people and God has His hand on your lives and it is evident. He is going to continue to use you in amazing ways!! I am so blessed to have had you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Although I am extremely sad to see you both leaving, and I am so excited about the works God is doing and going to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s320/footprint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064765556389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Mike, you both are leaving HUGE footprints in my life. I will never for get you guys. And you better not forget about us!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you both.  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&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/8752721820396286009-2074197096223521503?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/2074197096223521503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=2074197096223521503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/2074197096223521503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/2074197096223521503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-amazing-leaders-mike-katie.html' title='Two Amazing Leaders. Mike &amp; Katie'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/SFFry3yK9SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/x5pOiY-HUn8/s72-c/footprint.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-490351657971352931</id><published>2008-04-03T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:52:16.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Dave</title><content type='html'>First i wanted to thank you all so much for the prayers. It means so much to my family, and Dave.&lt;br /&gt;He is doing better!! alot better!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not positive if the tingling is totally gone from his head, but when we went up to visit him Tuesday night he said it has greatly decreased. His blood pressure is still HIGH!!! but we will keep praying for that.&lt;br /&gt;They released him from the hospital either Tuesday night, or Wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors say that it was not  a stroke, but are still running tests to see what the&lt;br /&gt;final conclusion is.&lt;br /&gt;They found "spots" on his frontal lobe.  The neurosurgeon is had a spinal tap done to see if he can rule out multiple sclerosis.  If it is not that, it is either nothing, migraines, or serious stress.&lt;br /&gt;we don't want to say that it is the worst, but we have never heard of a reaction like this from just stress or migraines alone.&lt;br /&gt;but thank you so much for the prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;it really means alot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-490351657971352931?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/490351657971352931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=490351657971352931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/490351657971352931'/><link rel='self' 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Amy, is expecting a baby in August.&lt;br /&gt;I am close to my whole family,&lt;br /&gt;but my whole life i have been closest to Amy,&lt;br /&gt;and since Amy and Dave got married&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten so close to him too.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't just an "in-law"&lt;br /&gt;he is apart of this family.&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn't be whole without him.&lt;br /&gt;He can walk and talk but has no feeling in his head&lt;br /&gt;at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;He is at a hospital on the far north side at the moment&lt;br /&gt;but they are trying to transfer him to a closer hospital&lt;br /&gt;but traffic is impossible that they still haven't even left the&lt;br /&gt;other hospital, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is someone who i relate to so much.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't just Amy's husband.&lt;br /&gt;or a cousin, he's a friend, some i look up to.&lt;br /&gt;and he plays a role as the older&lt;br /&gt;brother my sister and i never had.&lt;br /&gt;He makes fun of us all the time,&lt;br /&gt;we are always joking around.&lt;br /&gt;He has made it appoint though to make sure&lt;br /&gt;I know that he is always there when i need to talk&lt;br /&gt;about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always asks about "the guys" in my sister's and mines life.&lt;br /&gt;and we would make up nick names for them, so we could still talk&lt;br /&gt;about them around my parents with out them knowing.&lt;br /&gt;he would ask about school and he was always asking about college for me.&lt;br /&gt;and our friends, and church.&lt;br /&gt;he always cared.&lt;br /&gt;he knows me and my mom's relationship and said&lt;br /&gt;that i am to stay over at least once every two months if not once a month&lt;br /&gt;to just get away from everything.&lt;br /&gt;i am so lucky to have him as a part of my family.&lt;br /&gt;Dave, Amy, and I drove all the way to Ohio, to get&lt;br /&gt;their first baby, Daisy, who is a dog!!&lt;br /&gt;she is soo cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/AmberBamber28/Heros/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/AmberBamber28/Heros/DSCF2323.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is amy and dave at the Sox game we all went to one the 4th of July.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/AmberBamber28/Heros/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/AmberBamber28/Heros/DSCF2322.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is just Dave.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/AmberBamber28/Heros/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amber2005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/AmberBamber28/Heros/Amber2005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is Daisy, their first baby girl!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God. don't let anything happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;we need him!!&lt;br /&gt;please keep Dave and our family in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-6535441952049372142?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/6535441952049372142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=6535441952049372142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/6535441952049372142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/6535441952049372142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/03/dave.html' title='Dave'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/AmberBamber28/Heros/th_DSCF2323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-8014569844456565697</id><published>2008-03-24T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:11:08.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/R-e2bpWkDWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3uEsydRFNY8/s1600-h/cassie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/R-e2bpWkDWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3uEsydRFNY8/s400/cassie-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181310482386259298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;March 22- 23, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two days of my life that i will never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday i was ready to walk away from God, give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn’t want to keep going, it didn’t seem worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then i got the phone call...Cassie had been hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was unreal, but we all knew Cas, she was strong she would make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last news i heard before i "went to bed" that night was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"She isn’t out of the blue, or red, but she should be just fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up, got ready for school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and as soon as school got out Bethany and I were going to go see Cassie at the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We didn’t get to make that trip up, it was to late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riding the bus to school i got the call....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she hadn’t made it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Cassandra Theodore Merca-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but to me, just Cassie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On March 23, 2007 a wonderful young woman of God was taken from us. We all agree it was to early, but God had other plans. I know everyone wants to say how unique they are, but Cassie truly was. She loved with her whole heart. She sought after God like i have never seen in a person her age before. She cared for everyone. She was the shoulder to cry on, the hug you needed, and the person who always had the words to say. She told you what was on her mind. She told you what you needed to hear. She made mistakes, tons of them and she would be the first to admit it. She wasn’t perfect, far from it actually but the difference was she always strove towards holiness. She had such an anointing on her life. God used her in so many ways. Her life wasn’t about her at all. It was ALL about God and His plan for her life, and showing the world to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She always fallowed her heart, and never gave up. She started to pave the way for Stone Crew Ministries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one will ever forget that girl’s eyes. or her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her laugh brought light into the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She had a voice of an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She used all of her talents to worship God. whether that was singing, playing the drums, swimming, playing water polo or her best talent of all just talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cassie’s last year at Fine Arts she sang, "Do They See Jesus In Me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she did an amazing job. but when people told her that she got mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She didn’t want it to be about her, she sang that song for God and God alone. She didn’t want the credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was a daughter, sister, cousin, niece, leader, but most of all she was a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cassie was i think the strongest person i have ever met!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; not just in the physical sense of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was strong all around!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Cassie so much. She has forever impacted so many people’s lives. Cassie, you will never be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing Cassie was and still is one of the hardest things i have ever experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When she died she took a part of me with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although she was younger then me, i looked up to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was always seeking God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted passion like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is the one we would all go to tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she isn’t here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still look around youth some nights or during Sunday school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and expect to see her walking in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or i’ll look into the drums area and expect to see her smiling face looking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts not having her here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more then most people will ever be able to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since March 23, 2007 there hasn’t been a day that i have not thought about her, missed her, loved her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the age of 15, Cassie impacted more lives then most people will in their WHOLE life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow Cassie will have been gone one whole year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to be completely honest i do not know if i am ready for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember every detail about that week like it happened yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cassie, never really died. i mean yes physically she died, and spiritually she is in heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but Cassie lives in our memories of her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the stories we tell people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cassie will never be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and always be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss Cassie so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i learned so much from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="text" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"A million times we’ve needed you. A million times we’ve cried. If love alone could save you, you never would have died. In life we loved you dearly, in death we love you still. In our hearts you hold a place no one else will ever fill...it broke our hearts to lose you...but you didn’t go alone, part of us went with you...the day God took you home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="arttext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" … Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed" (Psalm 139:6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither things present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height or 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." (Romans 8:38-39)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8752721820396286009-8014569844456565697?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/8014569844456565697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=8014569844456565697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8014569844456565697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/8014569844456565697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-year.html' title='One year'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/R-e2bpWkDWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3uEsydRFNY8/s72-c/cassie-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-2402894835107386360</id><published>2008-03-23T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:16:18.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We will make you proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday it had been one year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it is still unbelievable that such an amazing young woman is gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cassie changed so many lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She forever changed mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It seems like yesterday when we were in Sunday night service, and she had begged P. Erik to play Yearn. and he finally gave in, but Cas just couldn't get the beat down. it was so ironic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are SO many memories, SO many people could tell you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cassie was a very special girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and we were lucky to have her, even in the short period of time that we did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Some people come in and out of your life and leave finger prints,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but some come and leave foot prints!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cassie left footprints, HUGE, life impacting footprints."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lmljb25hdG9yLmNvbS8vaWNvbi5waHA/SWNvbklEPTY2MTQxNA=="&gt;&lt;img src="http://icons.iconator.com/918/ICONATOR_4fd327ebaccaa914df3da665e93c8da4.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stone Crew, and anyone who knew Cassie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;today will be hard, but we will make it through.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i promise you that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we all miss her soo much, but everything will be fine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's okay to cry, because i can guarantee that i will.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we have each other, and we all will be there for each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this goes especially for Stone Church, we are a family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and its days like today when we REALLY need each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep your head up, smile, because that's what Cassie would want.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cassie, i love you girlie.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to make you proud.&lt;/b&gt;&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/8752721820396286009-2402894835107386360?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/2402894835107386360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-6054154953743024629</id><published>2008-03-23T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:11:08.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts like yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/R-e3TJWkDXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F-XDWWHLcgk/s1600-h/732540172_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/R-e3TJWkDXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F-XDWWHLcgk/s400/732540172_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181311435868999026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;honestly, i can not believe that a year ago Cassie left us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;it feels like yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;it hurts like it happened yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;i miss you more then words can express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;my heart is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Cas, thank you for everything you did for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;you taught us more then you will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;You brought Stone Crew back together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;we are now a true family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Cassie, baby, you left footprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;one's that no one will ever be able to replace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;i will forever love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;and will never forget your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-6054154953743024629?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/6054154953743024629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=6054154953743024629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/6054154953743024629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/6054154953743024629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-hurts-like-yesterday.html' title='it hurts like yesterday'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/R-e3TJWkDXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F-XDWWHLcgk/s72-c/732540172_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-4767354403049202674</id><published>2008-03-13T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:40:23.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>As my junior year is ending, college is finally starting to hit home.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i have always thought about college and where i wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;and now its not that i don't, but i don't know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that as long as i got in i would go to Central Bible College.&lt;br /&gt;Now s i'm not quite so sure.&lt;br /&gt;I am between CBC and North Central.&lt;br /&gt;i have no clue where God is guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life my future isn't secure.&lt;br /&gt;i mean in grammar school, i had jr. high that i knew i was going to&lt;br /&gt;then in jr. high i had high school.&lt;br /&gt;no choices you just go.&lt;br /&gt;now, you get the choices.&lt;br /&gt;and its SCARES the living day lights out of me.&lt;br /&gt;it really really does!!&lt;br /&gt;and not just the going part.&lt;br /&gt;or the choosing part.&lt;br /&gt;one night, a couple of weeks ago i was looking at my youth group and thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to leave all of this behind.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared. and confused. and not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please give me wisdom, and guidance of where you want me to go.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;-amber &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i needed to put that out there!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-4767354403049202674?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/4767354403049202674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=4767354403049202674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/4767354403049202674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/4767354403049202674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/03/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>aM &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09892864944792842044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/S3l0P7geI_I/AAAAAAAAAic/3zw9fP0uvDI/S220/09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-4265462744364269267</id><published>2008-03-10T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:12:16.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all of my blogs aren't gone, but right now they are all just hidden.&lt;br /&gt;well the one below isn't hidden becuase well Ethan is the CUTEST boy on this planet. lol&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's really all i have to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-4265462744364269267?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/4265462744364269267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8752721820396286009&amp;postID=4265462744364269267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/4265462744364269267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8752721820396286009/posts/default/4265462744364269267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-of-my-blogs-arent-gone-but-right.html' title=''/><author><name>aM 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ethan and HIS girl, aka ME!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;today was the best day i've had in a long long time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;333333333333&lt;/span&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/8752721820396286009-5918506256751139638?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/5918506256751139638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6I6bZIJCLXM/R8n9AcC1UOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zOug-rHTChY/s72-c/0301081641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8752721820396286009.post-2529972578584445265</id><published>2008-01-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:03:03.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"AMBER'S SONG"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I 've always wondered/ what do you look like/&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just might have your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to hold me/&lt;br /&gt;Wrap me up and tell me you love me/&lt;br /&gt;I was left holding nothing but air/ waiting for someone to come find me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this just dont happen/&lt;br /&gt;Stories like this just dont happen to me&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to be another statistic&lt;br /&gt;I thought you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not alone in the dark anymore&lt;br /&gt;Ive been given someone to hold me&lt;br /&gt;He promised he would never leave&lt;br /&gt;He even said if he need to he would die for me&lt;br /&gt;So im not afraid , Im not abandoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this happen every day&lt;br /&gt;Stories like this happened to me&lt;br /&gt;But Im not another statistic&lt;br /&gt;I found someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a second chance The one you didnt give me&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask him im sure he'd give you one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I tried to look past&lt;br /&gt;the thin line of love and hate&lt;br /&gt;But did I try enough to give back to you&lt;br /&gt;the one chance you took away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this happen every day&lt;br /&gt;Stories like this happened to me&lt;br /&gt;But Im not another statistic&lt;br /&gt;I found someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a second chance The one you didnt give me&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask him im sure he'd give you one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a second chance The one you didnt give me&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask him im sure he'd give you one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure he'd give you one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a friend wrote this song about me, for me, when i was having problems with my adoption. i found it saved on my computer. and i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8752721820396286009-2529972578584445265?l=sweetestamb28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestamb28.blogspot.com/feeds/2529972578584445265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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