<?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-8424533076951796381</id><updated>2011-08-01T21:48:34.545-05:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='God'/><title type='text'>Authentic Mystique</title><subtitle type='html'>"What makes life on this
frightful sod so exquisite is
God's merciful propensity to
perform divine tasks amid
deeply flawed people."
-Beth Moore</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4254892666492709213</id><published>2011-08-01T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:43:12.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning beautiful, where have you been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd be lying if I said that things can't drastically change in a moment's time. Gosh, time flies and I haven't written in a billion years. So what's new since I've last made an appearance on here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been living in Florida for over a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to school to become a licensed cosmetologist, then heading to make-up artistry school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scheduled to have a new niece AND nephew this fall/winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;married&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True story, I really am. And I love my husband with all of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't quite know what to talk about. So much has changed, I don't even know where to start. I have a beauty blog I try to keep up with, but seeing as I go to school and work all day every day of the week, I don't have much time for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there's an update :) haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-4254892666492709213?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4254892666492709213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4254892666492709213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4254892666492709213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4254892666492709213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-morning-beautiful-where-have-you.html' title='Good morning beautiful, where have you been?'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-7375051753458089319</id><published>2011-07-15T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T07:43:27.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out my new Beauty Blog &lt;a href="http://authenticmystique.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-7375051753458089319?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7375051753458089319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=7375051753458089319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7375051753458089319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7375051753458089319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2011/07/beauty-blog.html' title='Beauty Blog!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-79735495437751170</id><published>2010-06-06T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:08:27.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Or..you know...not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Massachusetts never happened. Long story. But I've been spending a rather 6 unsuccessful months in my hometown. Well, I'm sure one day I'll look back on this and be like "Oh, so that's why that happened." But today isn't that day. And that's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now after trying to stay patient and open to what God really wants and questioning several things...where am I? I'm headed to Florida with my Aunt to see if I can find a job. Because for 6 months it's been nearly impossible here. But it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing. No idea where to go or why anything has happened the way it has. But that's okay, I'll know someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not everything has been incredibly boring or unsuccessful or just totally incredibly lamer than lame. I was hired temporarily as a Choreographer for an up and coming  Show Choir, however, the season is over so nothing is happening with that right now. I was also on the worship team at my sister and brother-in-law's church. That was an experience...umm. I've had a lot of time to practice the piano. And I think I learned something, I'm just not quite sure what yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll try to start blogging again...I've even taken a lengthy break from my physical journal. There just hasn't been much to say. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I leave Thursday morning. Shouuulddd be funnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-79735495437751170?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/79735495437751170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=79735495437751170&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/79735495437751170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/79735495437751170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2010/06/oryou-knownot.html' title='Or..you know...not.'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-6309511155133087055</id><published>2009-10-23T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:38:34.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping out into what God has called us to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while, I know. It usually is, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got accepted! And when I had plans to leave next August, it looks like God may want me there sooner. A few weeks ago I got an email from the school telling me that they're opening a new class in January. The more I've thought and prayed about it, the more I think this is an opportunity God has opened up for me to just jump at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm just working out the logistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Missouri, Hel-lo Massachusetts. ;)&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/8424533076951796381-6309511155133087055?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6309511155133087055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=6309511155133087055&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6309511155133087055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6309511155133087055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/10/stepping-out-into-what-god-has-called.html' title='Stepping out into what God has called us to do.'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8207422572103468804</id><published>2009-09-14T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:28:19.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Gotta Have Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 65:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is a big day. I have my phone interview with the &lt;a href="http://hallmark.edu/"&gt;Hallmark Institute of Photography&lt;/a&gt; in Turners Falls, MA. I've been praying for this for months. Trying to seek God's provision for my life, where He wants me. So if you think about it, pray for me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-8207422572103468804?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8207422572103468804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8207422572103468804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8207422572103468804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8207422572103468804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/09/ya-gotta-have-faith.html' title='Ya Gotta Have Faith'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8347069843671111048</id><published>2009-09-06T00:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:45:05.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lis Ann II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SqNMQTmIQ2I/AAAAAAAAADs/IRfJDf1_o2I/s1600-h/lis_ann_ii_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SqNMQTmIQ2I/AAAAAAAAADs/IRfJDf1_o2I/s320/lis_ann_ii_rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378226223032320866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. There's a boat named after me. Two even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8424533076951796381-8347069843671111048?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8347069843671111048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8347069843671111048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8347069843671111048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8347069843671111048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/09/lis-ann-ii.html' title='Lis Ann II'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SqNMQTmIQ2I/AAAAAAAAADs/IRfJDf1_o2I/s72-c/lis_ann_ii_rs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8233880310400452175</id><published>2009-08-14T23:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:59:21.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Come To Die, Give Me Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight I went to our cheap-o theaters with my adopted family to see "Night At The Museum 2" which was hilarious as the first. I love movies that make good sequels instead of making those "hey, the first one was a hit so let's make a low-budget sequel that people will simply go see because they liked the first one and hope this one will be just as good but won't be" sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out I had missed a phone call from my mom. I already knew why she had called, so I returned the call right away. She told me that Papa John had passed away a little while ago. It was really peaceful and the nurse was already there along with everyone else. I feel horrible that I can't be there right now, but I am glad that I decided to make the trip up there to see him one last time. I wish we had more time with him to get to know him more. But even when I was up there I got to visit with him and learn more about him. He told me about his life growing up and his siblings. I'm really glad I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said before, I hate goodbyes. And my hate for goodbyes only reminds me of Christ's promise that we as believers never truly say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eternally grateful for everyone's prayers and support. My job's for allowing me to take off time to visit my grandpa. And thank you very little to the coffee shop that I just quit because they couldn't find the decency to treat me like a human being amidst it all and more. That, my friends, is a perfect example of a goodbye that I welcome with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Papa John for his return home to the Lord!&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/8424533076951796381-8233880310400452175?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8233880310400452175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8233880310400452175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8233880310400452175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8233880310400452175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-come-to-die-give-me-jesus.html' title='When I Come To Die, Give Me Jesus'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-2716932984197630675</id><published>2009-07-30T20:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:33:41.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just made an unexpected trip home. My grandpa isn't doing too well. Cancer has spread all over his body and I think that's the last time I'll be seeing him until God decides to take me home. I'm glad he got to spend the few years with us that he did (he's my step-grandpa), he's truly a great man, and it just reminds me that time is too precious to waste. But I hate goodbyes. Most of them anyway. I hate witnessing others in pain and not being able to do anything about it. I can't even imagine what they must think or feel. However, without goodbyes God would be limited from doing a lot of things that change allows Him to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of change, nothing is the same back home anymore. My sister's married. My brother and sister in law have a new house. My cousin has moved. My mom is now remarried and lives out in the country. I love the place, it was so nice to be out in the middle of nowhere with an open field and trees and space to breathe away from the city. I love small towns. Or really, I love country when it's near a city. I get so stressed out in Springfield with there being over 160,000 people and hardly any space that hasn't been industrialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through the rest of my boxes while I was there. I'm going to attempt to sell the majority of it on eBay. It was strange going through my boxes. I can hardly believe that girl was me. And it's only been 3 years but so many things can change in a short amount of time. Like my habit of blogging. I used to do it at least 3-5 times a week and now it's hardly ever. Granted, I started writing on paper (which is kind of backwards, but I've always been a little old-school) and so much has changed I feel too vulnerable just putting everything out here. My thoughts have been such a mess since my dad died it's been taking me a very long time to get them back in order.  But hey, I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: I realized going into college I didn't really have a goal. I just went into music because it was all I really knew. Why? Okay, this is going to sound incredibly ridiculous, but up until I graduated my only goal in life, honestly, was to succeed in our high school Show Choir. No joke. I was hoping I could do it forever, but I knew it had to end sometime. I mean really, who does Show Choir as a career? That's right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;. And I love music, but I don't want to teach it, I don't want to be famous...so where does that leave me? Being in choir for the rest of my life? That won't get me anywhere either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been searching for that niche. That thing that I feel is what God is calling me to do, that I won't be doing for the wrong reasons and just..fits. Yeah, it's taken me time to decide and test the waters. But while I was home and talking to my grandma (my dad's mom) she said something that soothed every bit of my worries about me not deciding while all my friends just jumped into their careers: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lot of people get stuck in the idea that you need to get started early and stay in the same place in order to be successful. But how are you going to reach your full potential if you don't test the waters to figure out what exactly it is you're meant to do? And think of all the experience you get with so many different things along the way, how could that possibly NOT help you? There's a reason God puts you through it, and it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to be different from the mold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Grandma, I'm glad I have your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my hope: I have an interview next month. A very important interview that can determine my entire destiny. That will cause me to relocate (Moving back up North, yay!! But no, not back up to Michigan), focus, and go in a completely new direction. Thus my getting rid of the majority of my things because I'm trying this new thing where I embrace the fact that part of my calling is to be a drifter. (haha..that's a joke. Or...is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, school starts back up in a few weeks and I'm moving out of my apartment into a cutesy little town home with this lovely widow that I'll be helping to take care of. I'm pretty sure she's very close to what I'll be like when I'm elderly. Love company, and spend my free time shopping and going to the Opera. Oh, and I'll have a cute little hypoallergenic dog, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. This is longer than normal but hey, that's why I should update more often.&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/8424533076951796381-2716932984197630675?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2716932984197630675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=2716932984197630675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2716932984197630675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2716932984197630675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-free.html' title='Breaking Free'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-3949740317435745163</id><published>2009-06-06T23:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:23:33.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're here, In my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're the light, that guides me through the dark&lt;br /&gt;You walk beside me, when night seems cold&lt;br /&gt;Each time I fall, your arms are there to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk beside me&lt;br /&gt;Giving strength I've never known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;You walk beside me&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I talk to you, and all my fears unwind&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm loved, for who I am&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to be&lt;br /&gt;the best that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk beside me&lt;br /&gt;Giving strength I've never known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;You walk beside me&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;Wherever the road leads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I rely on your patience&lt;br /&gt;When I face the unknown&lt;br /&gt;And because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;You're always right beside me&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sun, in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times&lt;br /&gt;And in all of the pain&lt;br /&gt;You are always right beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach out for your hand&lt;br /&gt;I know that you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;I know, You're right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I Am Not Alone' - Natalie Grant&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 26:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was skimming over my old handwritten  journals. It's kind of embarrassing how dramatic I get sometimes, geeze. But wow. I've gone through about three journals with shaky faith. I look back and wonder, how could I? I'm so self-absorbed and whiny. I actually annoy myself sometimes. What happened to the faith I had when I first started writing on paper? Minus all the ridiculous theatrics. I was just trying to be like Anne of Green Gables and Audrey Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for about 3 years I've been soul searching in all the places in the world, but not in the one place I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I will truly discover my purpose; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Christ&lt;/span&gt;. I've been so stupid. So selfish, so stubborn, so ridiculous, so blind, and again...so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something's changed. I surrendered. Completely again. Forget myself, forget people, forget this world. I want my God and only my God. My life has been so empty and aimless for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different now. God is opening doors for me, I almost hear His voice again. He's loved me so much more than I could ever deserve. I deserve for Him to turn away from me forever, but He's here. He's been here. He's the friend, the parent, the lover, the confidant I've been searching for to trust with my joys and sorrows. He knows my heart. He knows me, even when I don't know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry. I'm so desperately sorry for all my mistakes, for failing Him so miserably. It's not His fault. He hasn't moved. It's all my doing. All my self-infliction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But change is finally here.&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/8424533076951796381-3949740317435745163?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3949740317435745163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=3949740317435745163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3949740317435745163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3949740317435745163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-here-in-my-heart-youre-light-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-5720843001740975754</id><published>2009-05-29T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:24:40.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't alter Vera Wang to fit you, you alter yourself to fit Vera Wang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha, so I love taking those online qiuzzes to fill time and procrastinate. Vera Wang has this fragrance line called "Princess" and there was this quiz to "Find Out What Kind of Princess you Are!" How could I pass something like this up?? Check out the results I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a...BOHEMIAN PRINCESS. After the party, Bohemian Princess stopped by the coffee house where she worked to perform a spoken word reading. She read a couple of her poems and unbeknownst to her a publisher was there listening. He was so impressed he gave her a book deal on the spot and sent her off to Paris to write poems and be inspired. While there she met and fell instantly in love with a famous French poet. She continued to write, donating much of her money to charity. Because of her talent and philanthropy Hollywood did a movie version of her life and she lived happily ever after in Paris on the left bank, knowing how to live right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, Bohemian Princess, promise to always express myself in an original way, to remember to eat organic, be sure to go to graduate school and/or live abroad, never forget to support my friends in their jewelry, pottery and/or writing endeavors, and to always wear Vera Wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the parts about the coffee shop where I work and always eating organic. I found that hilariously ironic!&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/8424533076951796381-5720843001740975754?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5720843001740975754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=5720843001740975754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5720843001740975754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5720843001740975754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-dont-alter-vera-wang-to-fit-you-you.html' title='You don&apos;t alter Vera Wang to fit you, you alter yourself to fit Vera Wang!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-7388111047787700510</id><published>2009-05-26T01:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:45:52.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the time came when the risk it took&lt;br /&gt;To remain tight in a bud was more painful&lt;br /&gt;Than the risk it took to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anais Nin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internetcafedevotions.com/2007/08/freedom-reigns-letting-go.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was perfectly timed. Imagine that, God knows what He's doing.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As much as I wish to be completely invisible most days, I sense God slowly nudging me in another direction.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong and courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But God, I just want to live my life without people acknowledging my existence so much. If I'm invisible, my self-esteem doesn't get knocked down a couple notches every time I leave my home. You see what I'm saying?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I'm not capable. I'm a magnet for disaster. I never do things right or say the right things..I can't even come into contact with a single flight of stairs without falling down them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or have a coherent conversation with a stranger without babbling or embarrassing myself in some way.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the vine and you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Okay you have a point. Sigh. Alright. Jesus, take the wheel.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And that is the gist of my convos with God as of late. Finally, I'm letting Him win. Not that I was winning before. I was just trying to win and failing miserably, causing this game to last longer than necessary.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8424533076951796381-7388111047787700510?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7388111047787700510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=7388111047787700510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7388111047787700510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7388111047787700510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-freedom.html' title='There Is Freedom'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-3059514730829922778</id><published>2009-04-23T20:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:00:02.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...Okay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last weekend had my sister's wedding back in Michigan. Caught the bouquet..okay, well...slid into it, and received $500 for my wedding that does not exist! I can let it sit in my savings account and build interest for a while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week is the last week of classes. This weekend I'm throwing Tristen's Bachelorette/Lingerie Party, it'll be great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next week is finals. I'm also moving into my apartment next weekend!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I start Summer Classes May 5th. I'm so excited to have an excuse to go out and shoot photos! I want to begin working on a portfolio this summer. Yep, we'll be opening for business in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tristen and Brandon's wedding is in 2 weeks!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relay For Life is in 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have carpal tunnel and some other issue. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here's the kicker, my mom's getting married. In June. She just informed us today. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hence my lack of keeping up with anything these days.&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/8424533076951796381-3059514730829922778?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3059514730829922778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=3059514730829922778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3059514730829922778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3059514730829922778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title='...Okay...'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-5009399488877382983</id><published>2009-04-01T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T03:57:42.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we must be crumbled so that wildflowers may come up where we are.&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/8424533076951796381-5009399488877382983?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5009399488877382983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=5009399488877382983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5009399488877382983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5009399488877382983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/04/season.html' title='Season'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-3161765221269576749</id><published>2009-03-13T19:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:56:20.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Dissonance in the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Concert Choir tour was AMAZING. I already miss everyone. I can't even begin to name off all the barriers God has broken through this tour. I've been hiding away for way too long. I've forgotten how precious and important my friendships and relationships with other people are. That's what's been missing this whole time. It was refreshing and I'm so glad of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pointless to have a middle name and never use it. So, everyone needs to call me Lis Ann from now until forever. Tell me your middle name and I'll use yours, too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of starting a team for the Relay For Life this year. I've been inspired to be a Team Captain after witnessing so many wonderful people I love and admire be affected by cancer this year (or even just in the past couple months!). I know I'm donating a luminaria in memory of my dad. I really want to do this. I want to get over myself and start using the tools God has equipped me with to make change, and God knows that cancer has had a huge impact on my life, so I want to "celebrate, remember, and fight back" with others who have also been impacted by cancer. In the morning there will be a 5k, so I FINALLY get to do my run for a cause! I suppose that'll suffice for having to miss the 10k last summer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say. I'm moving on Sunday, so tomorrow is all packing. I'm happy. Very happy. This will be good. It'll be temporary but that's okay, there's change, and I need change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a paper to write for Jane Austen!&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/8424533076951796381-3161765221269576749?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3161765221269576749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=3161765221269576749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3161765221269576749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3161765221269576749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-dissonance-in-universe.html' title='There&apos;s Dissonance in the Universe'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-7107909327541716237</id><published>2009-02-18T12:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:23:39.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new Western Digital Harddrive is scheduled to arrive today. I'm pretty excited..it'll be nice to free up a LOT of space on my laptop so I can actually get some work done! It's always telling me it's running out of space and I'm fully aware of it. I just have so much to save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting a cold for the past couple days. I've been at the point during the beginning of it where I can sing really high and it makes me sound really good in choir. I love those days, I feel so cool. Then it takes a complete turn around and I end up sounding more like...a bass. When you're a first Soprano, this permits a bit of difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Tristen, Nicole, and I went out for some wedding-planning fun (for those of you who are not familiar, it isn't MY wedding. Tristen, my best friend, is getting married May 8 ;) ). It was such a good time (regardless of my embarassing moments that they found hilarious enough to tell the whole world), I really need to do that more often. Sometimes I get so caught up in all the seemingly serious things in life, when I finally let myself do something like this, I realize how incredibly uptight I can be. I just don't want to forget to enjoy life amidst all the seriousness of growing up on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. Have I mentioned that lately? I look at the course of events over the past few years and where it seems my future is headed and I can't help but thank Him for this journey. I feel like things are finally taking a turn-around, and I'm so glad. I know that as time passes I'll see more reasons why God put me through the things He has at such a young age. I have some incredible people in my life. I never would have made it through any of this without them. I'm really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class time.&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/8424533076951796381-7107909327541716237?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7107909327541716237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=7107909327541716237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7107909327541716237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7107909327541716237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/alchemy.html' title='Alchemy'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-6059858481100280054</id><published>2009-02-12T23:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:17:06.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Imagination is more important than knowledge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein echoing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I love learning, knowledge is such a vast subject, but imagination is universal in the sense that it is universally expected to be different from person to person. Knowledge is knowledge, and people may be expected to act upon another person's knowledge, but when you're acting upon your imagination you're limitless. Yet, knowledge itself can be different from person to person in the sense that each person has knowledge about different things. So I suppose it would be safe to say that knowledge itself can not be expected, although it very often is, to be universally the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fate is being decided and I'm excited and terrified and giddy and amused and curious and a million other things I can't identify. This is one of those moments where ignorance is bliss and all I have is the knowledge that God has my best interest in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's positively glorious. :)&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/8424533076951796381-6059858481100280054?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6059858481100280054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=6059858481100280054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6059858481100280054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6059858481100280054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/albert.html' title='Albert'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4032505336945755431</id><published>2009-02-11T03:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:06:29.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slksadjalkdjaodi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So basically, I don't know what I want in life. But yet, at the same time I do, but I'm afraid to pursue it for God knows why. I think a lot of things have served their purposes in my life and now it's just kind of time to move on. You know what I mean? Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to get out of being this confused little girl and actually be sure of something for once. I just become so timid and scared because I want to be cautious, and I am to the point where I'm too cautious and end up going nowhere. But it's partially that God has transformed me so much in the past couple years I'm still trying to discover who this person is that He's had me become. I can honestly say that the person I was in high school and even my first year and a half of college is a completely different person. I feel no connection with her. It's like some distant memories that happened to another person and I just so happened to be there. But there are some mornings I wake up and ask myself, "Who am I?" It's been this struggle I've had for so long, because deep down I know the answer but I forget. Partially as a result of attempting to keep the peace. I have some amazing friends who, regardless of how exhausting it must get when I can't answer the question myself, repeat the answer back to me over and over again. I honestly do appreciate them. They always see my self-worth when I can't because I'm swept away by a whirlwind of confusion for one reason or a trillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my destiny. Photography. I want to get serious about it. It's the first career path I have been able to look at and say, I could totally do that and be successful. There are so many things I've done my entire life that I can actually apply to a business such as this. Does this mean I leave Evangel (again)? I don't know yet. I just discovered they added a photography minor this year and sent them a message asking for more info. Basically right now it's taking a lot of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've realized like...yesterday: I originally came to Evangel because I wanted to ground my faith. I was originally looking at attending NYU for Arts but felt God calling me to Evangel in little Springfield, MO. I was afraid that if I went to a secular school at that time, I would not have survived spiritually. But I've just realized that I've come an extremely long way. Getting this job downtown has helped me realize that I am ready to work as a Christian in the secular world, and perhaps that's why I've been so stir-crazy in this little bubble I've been trapped in. I'm ready to expand my resources outside of traditional ministry. And this is something I never thought I would be able to do, but honestly it doesn't taint me in the slightest. I feel completely confident when I'm not around other Christians that they won't affect my way if thinking, and if they do, it's only so that I can better understand them. But I have a strong enough foundation that I can take something such as photography and apply it to both worlds. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh&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/8424533076951796381-4032505336945755431?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4032505336945755431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4032505336945755431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4032505336945755431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4032505336945755431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/slksadjalkdjaodi.html' title='Slksadjalkdjaodi'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8756488310452644369</id><published>2009-01-25T14:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:05:17.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd most certainly recommend them to a friend, however, I do not pride them in being suitable for myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God has a plan. If God had not foreordained the course of events but waited until some undetermined condition was or was not fulfilled, His decrees could be neither eternal nor immutable. We know, however, that He is incapable of mistake, and that He cannot be surprised by any unforeseen inconveniences. His kingdom is in the heavens and He rules over all. His plan must, therefore, include every event in the entire sweep of history.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loraine Boettner, “The Reformed Doctrine of Predestination”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't think I could be studying a novel such as "Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility" at a more prominent time. My struggles as of late are such that have left me completely torn between two worlds. I am praised by one side for being so creative, while at the same time being scolded by the other for not fitting into the cookie cutter processes this world supposedly calls for.  Why can't you observe both? I think it's perfectly possible. And as long as my motivation is to please God, where can I go wrong? It's just difficult for me to accept that God would create us as emotional beings with hopes, dreams, desires, and feelings so that we can suppress them to be successful in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This world is not my home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why strive so hard to be a part of it? I'm book-smart and I have common sense, but even my common sense will tell me that God designed me as a relational-oriented person as oppose to a task-oriented person (although there is a hint of that within myself...or that could just be OCD) with full intent. And who am I to put a price-tag on His blessings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand there is a goal that is to be reached and I will not always be completely satisfied with the necessary means of reaching that goal. That's fine. That's acceptable. That's reality. But to be chided for [finally] finding the courage to pursue one's interests specifically so that they may actually put their gifts and talents to use instead of frantically seeking things in places they'll never find them seems unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go of it, told God where my heart was and that I couldn't decide if I was right or wrong or both. And this time I really gave it to Him. I fasted for it. I prayed about it constantly. I had to force myself to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop worrying&lt;/span&gt;. And what happened? Even though I was willing and opened doors to do the "sensible" thing against all that I felt and desired to do, God gave me what I wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unsure of several things, but at least I can say that God hears me. And He does indeed care about the things I care about. As long as my ultimate goal and motivation is geared toward Heaven, I have nothing to lose. Because apart from God, I am nothing, regardless of what this world claims priorities should be. I'm very glad that God does not look at us as statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to taste and see the plans you have for our little lives. Plans for us to prosper, far away from harm. You will come and answer, when we pray to you, our God. Plans to give us hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be found by us when we seek you with all our hearts.&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/8424533076951796381-8756488310452644369?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8756488310452644369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8756488310452644369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8756488310452644369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8756488310452644369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/id-most-certainly-recommend-them-to.html' title='I&apos;d most certainly recommend them to a friend, however, I do not pride them in being suitable for myself.'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4554472257772649530</id><published>2009-01-14T21:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:33:40.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is to mark time? And how are we to outrun it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why didn't you go to art school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Why DIDN'T I go to art school?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the more obvious answer to this would be that God called me to work in women's ministry. And I learn better on my own. I also suppose that you don't necessarily need a degree in art in order to be considered good. Where as a woman in ministry (especially a single woman at that), it helps to have a degree (and a pastor for a husband).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I was looking at the job offers outside of the Theology Department this morning and most of them required the individual to be married. What if you're called to singleness?? What if you're single for the mere fact that you're actually setting yourself apart and trusting that God is going to bring the man of your dreams into your life and lead you into a pure, God-glorifying relationship? I would think if that were to happen during the course of a single person's time as, say, a Youth Pastor, it would be a GREAT example to young people about God's original intent for relationships and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a single girl trying to go into ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Etsy. ;)&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/8424533076951796381-4554472257772649530?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4554472257772649530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4554472257772649530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4554472257772649530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4554472257772649530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-is-to-mark-time-and-how-are-we-to.html' title='Who is to mark time? And how are we to outrun it?'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-665893222033513894</id><published>2009-01-02T08:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:15:14.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See ya in April.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a camera. I can hardley express my total excitement to finally pursue something I've been interested in for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have the power to capture&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; memories. Feelings. Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading back to Missouri tonight! I'm eager to start school again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New &lt;/span&gt;Year&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8424533076951796381-665893222033513894?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/665893222033513894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=665893222033513894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/665893222033513894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/665893222033513894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/see-ya-in-april.html' title='See ya in April.'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-874518117065933535</id><published>2008-12-23T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:07:49.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINALLY got home at 4am. It took me about 27 hours to get home. My first train was 5 hours late. What was supposed to be a 5.5 hour train ride lasted 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wallet got stolen within the first 15 minutes I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no money, ID, and I've probably just gotten my identity stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one lady blessed me with $20 so I could eat, and another girl gave me a granola bar (at this point, I hadn't eaten anything all day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next train home was delayed for at least another 5 and a half hours, but luckily Matt was only a few hours away and was heading home so he came and picked me up, and my train still hadn't left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, like I said, finally got home at 4am. My mom and sister welcomed me with signs and a tiara and balloons and those party noise makers. That was enjoyable, especially after one of the crappiest days ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canceled all my cards and memberships today. But I'm still a little worried about my Soc. Guess we'll find out on my credit reports. And I'll need to get a new license the moment I get back. Except I can't drive to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to wonder...what idiot would steal a wallet from a college student? They'll be sorely disappointed. And I hope they are. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to find a way to get home without any identity but a ticket stub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least here there's lots and lots of snow. :) And familiar faces.&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/8424533076951796381-874518117065933535?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/874518117065933535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=874518117065933535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/874518117065933535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/874518117065933535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/because.html' title='Because.'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-5307493521401349386</id><published>2008-12-18T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:22:46.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Might I just express my excitement that I am officially enrolled in a class that is dedicated to a thorough study of Jane Austen's work??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!!!&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/8424533076951796381-5307493521401349386?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5307493521401349386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=5307493521401349386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5307493521401349386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5307493521401349386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-do-not-attack-me-with-your-watch.html' title='Oh! do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4164475870341837977</id><published>2008-12-13T09:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:03:56.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what would happen if the world believed in God the way they hype about Santa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://macysbelieve.com/?LinkType=Homepage&amp;amp;cm_re=52.1.45-_-HOMEPAGE_INCLUDE_1-_-CATEGORY%20--%205125%20--%20:a%20million%20reasons%20to%20believe"&gt;Believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click the 'Yes, Virginia Letter' and you'll see what I mean)&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/8424533076951796381-4164475870341837977?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4164475870341837977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4164475870341837977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4164475870341837977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4164475870341837977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-1966815541734127157</id><published>2008-12-11T14:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:20:50.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My totally super special awesome phone call!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon a time in a land far away there was a girl we'll call Lis. Lis was hired as a supervisor at a retail store which shalt not be named. It was cool at first, because she got a fancy name tag and this store contained objects that suit her favorite hobbies at a discounted price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after months of denying it, she realized that she hated her job with a deep passion lit by the burning flames of hell. She had a desire to build relationships with people and change the world. After attending a life-changing conference she had finally decided that the world was not going to wait for her to get her degree to change it (because at the rate she was going, that could be a very long time). Thus, she began researching for opportunities that would coincide with her career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into about a month or so, Lis stumbled upon a ministry in her area that works with high schoolers in an attempt to reach them at one of the most critical times in their lives where they will be most influenced. It would basically pay her for acting like a kid. "Behold!" She exclaimed, "It's like being a camp counselor every day! And I'd be able to wear a different outfit every day?! I have suffered at the hands of the khaki pants and black button down shirts conspiracy for much too long! Plus, no more Christmastime in retail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she filled out an online form on their website praising them for the ingenius idea to reach out to the city that she resided in and asked if they had any opportunities available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day passed. Then two..then three, until time turned into two weeks. And finally, her cellular telephone began singing "I Feel It All" by the ever talented Feist. She reached over and picked it up, holding her hand to one ear as the household dog began barking at absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, is this Lis?" (Pronounced incorrectly...as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt;." (She corrected the pronunciation...as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apologized for mispronouncing her name, and she assured him that it happened every day of her life, so he had nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He introduced himself as one of the dudes from this organization she had shown interest in. He explained how amazing God works, because they had been praying for new leaders to come and join their team. He apologized for taking so long to call her, but she assured him of her excitement that he even did call her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chatted for a few moments and agreed to meet sometime the next week to discuss more about the organization and see if Lis was really interested in joining their team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hung up the phone and just marveled at how amazing God is. Then she ran into the kitchen to  share the news with the wonderful family she was living with, and asked everyone and their mom for prayer that this was the next place God was leading her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&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/8424533076951796381-1966815541734127157?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1966815541734127157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=1966815541734127157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/1966815541734127157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/1966815541734127157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-totally-super-special-awesome-phone.html' title='My totally super special awesome phone call!!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-99838787145354741</id><published>2008-12-07T22:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:04:31.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes, chaos, and snow (or lackthereof).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've discovered that I have phenomenal reflexes.&lt;br /&gt;However, I have terrible depth perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every saint can have his body under absolute control for God. God has made us to have government over &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the temple of the Holy Spirit, over &lt;u&gt;imaginations&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;affections&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oswald Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are different stages of faith. And at the same time, as I become older and learn more about people and who God is, I'd almost find it safe to say that there are different &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;styles &lt;/span&gt;of faith. Hm. I don't know if 'faith' is the term I want to use here. But I'm going to nonetheless, because the term 'style' is what I wish to emphasize. Perhaps what I actually want to say here is that there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different styles of worship&lt;/span&gt;. There are people who like old fashion worship. Whether that means hymns, potlucks, or only using an organ in church services. And a lot of times they grumble at the hoodlums who stole those hymns and organs and replaced them with drums and fancy shmancy lights. These hoodlums are more of a contemporary bunch. Like Hillsong or James River or even the Judges at Fine Arts (you AGers know what I mean). And we have the theologian-like-minded persons who like to break things down into minuscules. You know, because there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;significance to the smallest hair on the big toe of the left foot attached to the seven headed, ten-horned monster in Revelation 12. It's okay, I have, and do, get curious and nit-picky about these things at times, too.&lt;br /&gt;There are even those who find it acceptable to simply take, within or without reason, the bible as it is.&lt;br /&gt;And I know there are more, plus sub-categories and other limitless possibilities and explanations. This is just my unorganized stereotypical less-than-bullet-point version of a long drawn-out thought process and debate I've had in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nontheless, they all claim to serve the same God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...why do we so often limit God's abilities? I think it's difficult for us as humans to accept that our minds are finite. Is it really so unreasonable to think that God knew and currently knows that we all wouldn't be the same? As long as we all understand that no one comes to the father except through Jesus Christ and obey His commands, what significant difference does it make in the grand scheme of things whether we systematize our 'faith' or 'worship' or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else think that this whole so-called terrible economic crisis is in everyone's heads? I think we're all freaking ourselves out for nothing. Maybe that's just me. Or maybe it's not.&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/8424533076951796381-99838787145354741?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/99838787145354741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=99838787145354741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/99838787145354741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/99838787145354741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/stereotypes-chaos-and-snow-or.html' title='Stereotypes, chaos, and snow (or lackthereof).'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-1035458019224195655</id><published>2008-12-04T08:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:25:30.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lis Lisanne Lis Ann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.20000-names.com/female_english_names_12.htm"&gt;Click here and look at number 1679.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my name. On a list of English names, they have mine!! And if you look at number 1681, you'll see that they also have Lisanne. That's my first AND middle name! In ONE! Even though I have the dreadful spelling of Anne without an 'e'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's my name!!! :D&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/8424533076951796381-1035458019224195655?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1035458019224195655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=1035458019224195655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/1035458019224195655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/1035458019224195655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/lis-lisanne-lis-ann.html' title='Lis Lisanne Lis Ann'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-5973547978634585946</id><published>2008-12-01T22:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:04:29.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night: Planets Align in a Frown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over to the left there you can see my house, and more toward center is my John Deere and random park bench, next to my old-school bug zapper, in which I like to go sit on and ponder the mysteries of life while reading Paul's Epistles in the Cotton Patch Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/images/2008/12/01/venusjupitermoon_labeled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 228px;" src="http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/images/2008/12/01/venusjupitermoon_labeled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look up at the sky Monday night to see a bright cosmic frown. The planets Jupiter and Venus will briefly align to form (nearly upside down) two eyes and a frowning mouth in the southwest.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In what's called a planetary conjunction, the two planets —the brightest in the night sky — will appear extremely close, separated by only the width of a finger held at arm's length. They won't be this close together and well-placed for evening viewing again until May 2013.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In fact, some astronomers think a similar alignment of the planets on June 17 in the year 2 BC is behind biblical accounts of the Star of Bethlehem present during Christ's birth. The bright planets would have appeared so close together they could have been taken as a single shining star.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though the three celestial objects will appear to be close together Monday night, they lie at drastically different distances from Earth. While the moon is only 252,000 miles away, Venus is 370 times farther away, at 94 million miles. And distant Jupiter lies nearly six times farther away than Venus, at around 540 million miles. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The tables are turned when we think about the heavenly objects' relative size. While the moon appears as the largest of the three, it is really a tiny speck in space compared to the vast bulk of Venus, which is again dwarfed by Jupiter, the largest planet in the solar system. Jupiter's diameter is 40 times that of the moon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though Jupiter is much larger than Venus, it appears dimmer to us, because the latter planet is so much closer to Earth. Plus, Jupiter is much farther away from the sun than Venus, so the light bouncing off it is much less intense than the light bouncing off Venus, which hasn't had to travel so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span id="contributor" class="c cs"&gt;By Clara Moskowitz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:clara.writing@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.wired.com/images/icon_email.gif" alt="Email" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: 20px;"&gt;December 01, 2008 | 6:52:19 PM&lt;/span&gt;Categories: &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/astronomy/index.html" style="line-height: 13px; color: rgb(0, 124, 165);"&gt;Astronomy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/astronomy/index.html" style="line-height: 13px; color: rgb(0, 124, 165);"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2008/12/tonight-planets.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-5973547978634585946?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5973547978634585946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=5973547978634585946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5973547978634585946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5973547978634585946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-night-planets-align-in-frown.html' title='Monday Night: Planets Align in a Frown'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-7160831775784195481</id><published>2008-11-30T19:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:18:34.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy white and it's not a cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's snowing!! Finally!! Now it actually feels like the holidays. ;)&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/8424533076951796381-7160831775784195481?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7160831775784195481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=7160831775784195481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7160831775784195481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7160831775784195481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/11/fluffy-white-and-its-not-cat.html' title='Fluffy white and it&apos;s not a cat'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4113505078230692477</id><published>2008-11-22T17:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:13:54.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months from that date at that time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some key points of the last like..month..or so...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;DFL was amazing. Some day I'll give you details. Maybe later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm now sponsoring a child from Haiti and supporting 5 new projects taking place over there. My heart bursts with joy and tears fill my eyes every time I think of watching 499 other women choose to do this with me..and then at least 20 more last week! In our hearts I think we're all aware that God was just waiting for the right people to impact this one nation that so many people have written off before. It was like watching one nation be changed right before our eyes..in one single night. Incredible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uhh 8 of my friends have become engaged in the last 6 months. This has to be a record. I love hearing their engagement stories. However, on a more selfish standpoint..I'm losing all my friends to permanent friends! And I'm automatically excluded because I'd be like the 17th wheel and we're all fully aware that would be awkward because we should always do things in evens. I suppose now I'll have less distractions when I'm trying to study. But no, really, I'm incredibly happy for all of them. :) We owe it to the Constitution.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car registration for the state of Missouri is almost complete. Praise God. This has been a pain in the butt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schooling is almost completely set up for next semester. Praise God. This has also been a pain in the butt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a fortune cookie the other day that said "Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you." That's probably the first actual FORTUNE cookie I've gotten since they decided to turn them all into "Statement Cookies."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my job. And I decided that the world isn't going to wait for me to get my degree for me to change it. So therefore, I'm praying for a new job that's much more in line with my career path. And, for the love of God, it does NOT involve retail. Or supervising in retail. Which I hate. With a passion. In case I haven't mentioned that I absolutely hate my job to the very core of my being.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying Greek. When I get a little more literate in that I'll probably begin Hebrew. No. I WILL begin Hebrew. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have hair again :D Huzzah. I shall never ever cut it again. That's a lie, I will but I will never risk cutting it short ever again. At least not before the age of 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also turned 21 on Nov. 4th. Tristen took me out to a lovely dinner where I tasted my first alcoholic beverage ever and I managed to drink half of a pina colada. But once it started melting and I could actually taste the alcohol I decided I didn't like it so much. Better luck next time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go home in 4 weeks. Which is weird. I have no clue where my mother lives, considering I haven't been to Michigan since last Christmas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And for the sake of practicing what I preach and ending up on an even number, my cousin and I have begun an abridged series. More details later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-4113505078230692477?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4113505078230692477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4113505078230692477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4113505078230692477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4113505078230692477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-months-from-that-date-at-that.html' title='Three months from that date at that time...'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4109829135917700203</id><published>2008-10-28T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:18:36.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>asdijaslkdjaio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will update, I promise. I didn't intend to leave ya'll hangin' on how excited I was about the Conference and not provide you with any follow-up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days.&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/8424533076951796381-4109829135917700203?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4109829135917700203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4109829135917700203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4109829135917700203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4109829135917700203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/asdijaslkdjaio.html' title='asdijaslkdjaio'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-6742643224318544058</id><published>2008-10-15T21:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:18:27.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Designed For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jamesriverwomen.org/images/web-banner_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 176px;" src="http://www.jamesriverwomen.org/images/web-banner_000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamesriverwomen.org/dflpromo08.cfm"&gt;Promo &lt;/a&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been anticipating and praying for this weekend for months.&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/8424533076951796381-6742643224318544058?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6742643224318544058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=6742643224318544058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6742643224318544058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6742643224318544058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/designed-for-life.html' title='Designed For Life'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-7877839700287669013</id><published>2008-10-11T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:30:42.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is A Sun-Star Rising Outside Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday as I was driving to work there was a rainbow in the East. It hadn't even rained! But to the right of the sun, there it was, hanging gloriously in the morning sky, welcoming the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my morning got even better. Gas was only $2.66!! I filled up on $30! It was decided, it was definitely going to be a lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work wasn't too terrible. Of course we had the normal crabby customers who think bringing their bad moods into our store is going to force us to comply to their every...want. But if the worst thing that happens to them that day is that we can't honor their non-existent coupon or use it on a book, I'm grateful I don't have to witness them handle a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;problem. But amidst them, I had a customer, who I guess I've checked out times before, who told me that I was always so pleasant when she came into the store. :) It was very thoughtful of her to say so. And words of affirmation always lift my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of real significance happened yesterday. But I've been seeing more "doubles" lately. Hmm..what's the next one? 10/10. 11/11. 21/21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....22?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I just solved a piece to a puzzle!! Haahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...still haven't figured out what on earth "Martin's Troops" refers to. I've discovered a dude named Martin who led the 17th North Carolina Infantry in the mid to late 1800s. It's still the most random thing I've ever come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met a lady who is moving to Europe because she's a writer and can go anywhere she wants to. How exciting that sounds! I wish I was bold enough to be a writer. But I can only imagine the inspiration that must flow from such surroundings that dwell in Europe. But I suppose you could find beauty just about anywhere if you allowed yourself to. It must be a real-life adventure, living the life of a writer. Well...I suppose it would also be not-so-real-life cause...they're a writer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Necessary Autumn Inside Each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You and I have spoken all these words, but as for the way&lt;br /&gt;we have to go, words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are no preparation. There is no getting ready, other than&lt;br /&gt;grace. My faults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have stayed hidden. One might call that a preparation!&lt;br /&gt;I have one small drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many threats to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside each of us, there's continual autumn. Our leaves&lt;br /&gt;fall and are blown out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the water. A crow sits in the blackened limbs and talks&lt;br /&gt;about what's gone. Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your generosity returns: spring, moisture, intelligence, the&lt;br /&gt;scent of hyacinth and rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cypress. Joseph is back! And if you don't feel in&lt;br /&gt;yourself the freshness of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph, be Jacob! Weep and then smile. Don't pretend to know&lt;br /&gt;something you haven't experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a necessary dying, and then Jesus is breathing again.&lt;br /&gt;Very little grows on jagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up&lt;br /&gt;where you are. You've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8424533076951796381-7877839700287669013?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7877839700287669013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=7877839700287669013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7877839700287669013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7877839700287669013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-is-sun-star-rising-outside-form.html' title='There Is A Sun-Star Rising Outside Form'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4910263293967484876</id><published>2008-10-07T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:05:36.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever, Martha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I just discovered that Martha Stewart's daughter has a TV show dedicated to poking fun at her mother. It's kind of sad to watch. It just seems like therapy for all her bitterness toward her mother...not very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 348px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04503500511073 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfwFWSyMVII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfwFWSyMVII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfwFWSyMVII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be honest, I'm a fan and frequent user of Martha Stewart Crafts. Whether she thought these little ideas up herself or not, I enjoy them nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8424533076951796381-4910263293967484876?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4910263293967484876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4910263293967484876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4910263293967484876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4910263293967484876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatever-martha.html' title='Whatever, Martha!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-3322017391945143140</id><published>2008-10-03T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:35:47.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it that so many people who are given the gift of love and marriage take it for granted? Too often I witness people looking at marriage as though it is simply a contract that can be easily broken with a small fee. But I can't pull myself to believe in such a thing. Is it not more of a covenant between a husband and wife and God? It's a gift, like the covenant God made with us by sending Jesus to die for us. It's a commitment. What if God decided to break His covenant with us just as easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the part of me that is frustrated the most about it is that there are us who are (by the grace of God) patiently waiting for the right person as we endure what is, at times, an immense loneliness while speculating these injustices being done. On the other hand, it makes me grateful for my singleness and that God has set me apart. And I'm not saying it's always both sides of the party that mishandle things. Often times it's only one, and my heart breaks for the other person who usually didn't even see it coming. It happens way too often. But I can only pray that God will redeem them and bless them greatly for continuing to be faithful to the unfaithful. Although I may not tell these dear friends of mine so, I admire them for their strength to endure their messy break ups and divorces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can be grateful that God keeps His promises because He is faithful, and there's something even better awaiting all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just in that season of my life where relationships are blooming or wilting and people are getting married or not-so-married. Since I'm still the single one, all I really do is observe. Sometimes I have to remind myself I'm only about 21. I don't feel 21. But then again, I haven't necessarily felt that I fit in my age group for quite some time now. However, it does assure me that I have plenty of time according to the average life-span of a human being. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was just a collective rambling since I haven't been keeping up much in this blog. Usually my physical journals last from May to May..but I actually don't have too many pages left in the one I'm using now. Which stinks, cause it's my favorite design thus far. But the next one I have waiting for me with its empty pages is a pretty nifty one. Probably the most unique one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..midnight is now in the past and we're going to a corn maze later. One of my most favorite things! :)&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/8424533076951796381-3322017391945143140?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3322017391945143140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=3322017391945143140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3322017391945143140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3322017391945143140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-704162087520659489</id><published>2008-09-30T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:11:11.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Without Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autumn is officially here!! Although the first day of Autumn was warmer than the last day of Summer. But this week it's nice and cool. I loooove the fall! Yesterday we decorated the house in a gorgeous array of colors with leaves and pumpkins and such. It was pretty wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing to go back to school next semester. The only downfall is that it's difficult for part-time students to get financial aid. But at least it'll be about half the price. I've really enjoyed this time off though. It's really helped me to allow God to place some things in my life. To find more pieces to my puzzle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dropping music altogether, though. Honestly, I just want to sing. And I don't need a degree to sing if I don't plan on doing professional opera or anything. So to replace my music minor I have Sociology. Which, lucky for me, Theology, Sociology, and Leadership share a lot of the same classes. And I think the collaboration of the three of these will be much more enjoyable than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm in three weddings next Spring/Summer! April, May, and...July. I get June off I guess. :) The funny thing is, in all of them I'm wearing different shades of blue. And as much as I hate to plan my wedding before I even know who my future husband is, I've concluded that blue will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;be one of the colors in our wedding. haha But wow...I can't even believe how many people have been getting engaged just in the past two months! Everyone's growing up so fast. I wish they'd wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to go paint. Yes. Paint. :) I decided that since I cannot yet afford my camera, I will create images with my own two hands. One of these days, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8424533076951796381-704162087520659489?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/704162087520659489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=704162087520659489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/704162087520659489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/704162087520659489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/09/thinking-without-limits.html' title='Thinking Without Limits'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8497946429863218197</id><published>2008-08-21T01:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:34:42.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the rain. It's so refreshing. Today was a lovely rainy day of about 68-73 degrees tops. I don't know why, but it made me so happy. If I didn't have to work all day, I would've curled up with a book and some tea and read all day. But today was wonderful nonetheless. Today I saw four of my friends from school come into work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I got off, Jerilynn told me she was back too and wanted to go out to dinner. So we met up with Janae at Culver's and chatted for at least two hours. I love girl talk. And not the vicious gossipy girl talk. The fellowship of femininity and all the joys that flow from it. I'm so blessed to have the friends that I do. I told Jerilynn how it's like a completely different place here without them. My friends are a huge part of what makes this place feel like home. I feel like my surroundings are transforming before my eyes with each friend that returns. Even though I haven't gone any new distance than what I normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pieces that were missing from my puzzle that are being placed back into their rightful spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being pursued. And not by some brave, handsome knight on a noble white steed. But by my heavenly prince, who loves me more than I could ever hope to comprehend. how could I forget all the wonderful things he's done? He never changes. I change. And sometimes I become blinded by the things of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my Prince is always there to rescue me and open my eyes once again. How can I run from someone so faithful and true? I feel like Solomon's bride, constantly running away from him as he continuously calls for me to come home to him. But I get distracted by the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, I always find my way back to my precious Jesus. And I wonder how I became separated from Him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, He loves me anyway. Unconditionally. Faithfully. And willingly.&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/8424533076951796381-8497946429863218197?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8497946429863218197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8497946429863218197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8497946429863218197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8497946429863218197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/08/captivated.html' title='Captivated'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-2354929900331940036</id><published>2008-08-02T07:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:04:18.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you judge people, you don't have time to love them"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it that we so often choose to look for the worst in others rather than the best? It doesn't leave them much room to exceed our expectations. When we expect the worst from a person, it's likely that's all we'll see from them, because we don't allow them to give us anything better or allow ourselves to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could spend more time searching for the best in each other, we open the door for encouragement and growth. And we'd finally stop setting each other up for failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not send Jesus to die on the cross for us to judge and shun one another. He loves us as the sinners that we are. We weren't placed on the earth to be hopeless creatures lost for all eternity. We were created by God, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;image, to serve Him. And who are we to tell God that His creation isn't good enough? If it were me, I would be so terribly offended. Especially if it were my most treasured masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed up and moved out Thursday morning. I'm staying at my friend Jenna's while she's out of town until Monday. The apartments didn't tell us until Thursday (you know..the last day of the month) that they don't allow more than 3 unrelated persons to live in one apartment at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not sure what I'm going to do after Monday, but I just need somewhere to go until 2 of the girls move out at the end of the month when school starts back up and hopefully move into the apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tangent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for an auto loan yesterday. My brother is helping me find a decent car that isn't about to self destruct like the one I have. Then maybe I'd feel safe enough to drive it home so I can visit my family every once in a while. Yes, I realize there are things called planes...but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;flying. Even though I've done it a billion times, I think it's still my biggest fear. I don't feel near as much anxiety in any other situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End Tangent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until the day I can finally find a place I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;call home. And it actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels &lt;/span&gt;like a home. You know...the kind where you're actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted &lt;/span&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tristen says that she believes for me. I'm so lucky to have the friends that I do. I purchased a few new scrapbooking supplies yesterday. One was this pad of rub-on quotes about friendship, and there's this one quote that I just love...because it seems to ring so incredibly true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend is someone&lt;br /&gt;who knows the song in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and can sing it back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you have forgotten the words&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And a song that's an old favorite of mine and several of my friends began playing in my car Thursday on my way to work when I was feeling incredibly disheartened and exhausted. It reminded me that there is a God who's in control and loves me even when love seems so distant from me. A God who understands more than I ever could. A God who is eternally faithful regardless of how flawed I may be or how I stop believing in myself or how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost &lt;/span&gt;I get. A God who accepts my weaknesses just as much as He accepts my strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Morning by morning I wake up to find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The power and comfort of God’s hand in mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Season by season I watch Him, amazed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In awe of the mystery of His perfect ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I have need of, His hand will provide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He’s always been faithful to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t remember a trial or a pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He did not recycle to bring me gain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t remember one single regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In serving God only, and trusting His hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I have need of, His hand will provide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He’s always been faithful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is thy faithfulness, Oh God my father&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see&lt;br /&gt;All I have needed thy hand hath provided&lt;br /&gt;Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This is my anthem, this is my song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The theme of the stories I’ve heard for so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God has been faithful, He will be again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; His loving compassion, it knows no end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I have need of, His hand will provide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He’s always been faithful, He’s always been faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He’s always been faithful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8424533076951796381-2354929900331940036?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2354929900331940036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=2354929900331940036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2354929900331940036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2354929900331940036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-you-judge-people-you-dont-have-time.html' title='&quot;If you judge people, you don&apos;t have time to love them&quot;'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-274005760591881672</id><published>2008-07-24T00:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:40:01.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could You Look At Me With Some Imagination?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When there's nothing to believe in, I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget the past and let my hand in yours be the proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though the strong could be my company, you're the one I choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So remember, I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it feels like every eye is watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for you to fall, expecting you to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I see victory, so all you have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is remember, I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe, even when I see you crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe, let me dream for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When nothing comes from trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember, I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will come a day when love will lift you out of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will come a day when love will bring the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will come a day when love will free you from your fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you'll remember, I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe, even when I see you crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe, let me dream for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When nothing comes from trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember, I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision seems so clouded. By what, I'm not entirely sure. That's not true...I think deep down I know that the enemy is attacking me from every side. And it has caused me to at some point down this road slide back into the trap of working to please others. Working so hard just so I can be deemed adequate by others. Instead of working only to please my heavenly father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think between the attacks and stings of the enemy I finally feel weak and defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you are stronger and wiser than you used to be. You just don't see it. Don't give up! God keeps his promises and he wants to give you an extraordinary life to the full!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much that I don't understand, but so desperately wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I want to trust God and allow Him to love me. But the longer time goes by, the less I think I know what love even is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You shake your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is so hard to believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you are in your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sing over you the sweetest things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because oh, my love does not tire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm awake when the moon is full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know the times when you feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you just aren't sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo and behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love hasn't grown cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You could steal away in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hide in the light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While you cloak yourself in the darkest lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But oh my love, it swims in the deepest oceans of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as soon as you lower your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo and behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love hasn't grown cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only you could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How heaven stills when you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know all your days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I have wrapped you in mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And oh, my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is as wide as the galaxies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just hold out your hand and close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And come be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo and behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love hasn't grown cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8424533076951796381-274005760591881672?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/274005760591881672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=274005760591881672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/274005760591881672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/274005760591881672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/07/could-you-look-at-me-with-some_24.html' title='Could You Look At Me With Some Imagination?'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-6180378417132227589</id><published>2008-07-08T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:13:50.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 27:13-14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yet I am confident I will see&lt;br /&gt;the Lord's goodness while I am&lt;br /&gt;here in the land of the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait patiently for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Be brave and courageous.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, wait patiently for the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving out...it's a long story...but I could use some prayer that everything goes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps a little encouragement as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be completely humble and gentle;&lt;br /&gt;be patient, bearing with one another in love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ephesians 4:2&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/8424533076951796381-6180378417132227589?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6180378417132227589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=6180378417132227589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6180378417132227589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6180378417132227589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/07/psalm-2713-14.html' title='Psalm 27:13-14'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-775182089873867286</id><published>2008-06-26T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:29:59.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Always Missing Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My facebook status: &lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lis misses all her friends who went home for the summer. :( Add her friends who are still in the 'Creek, too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well..I'm going to Target..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Allll byyyy myseeellfff...&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be..&lt;br /&gt;all byyy myseeellff&lt;br /&gt;aaaannnyymooooorrreeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Micaela:&lt;/span&gt; I would walk 500 miles&lt;br /&gt;and I would walk 500 more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hate about growing up is that you're always missing someone.&lt;br /&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/8424533076951796381-775182089873867286?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/775182089873867286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=775182089873867286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/775182089873867286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/775182089873867286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-always-missing-someone.html' title='You&apos;re Always Missing Someone'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8223468609375019426</id><published>2008-06-19T19:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:57:14.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Glad Marriage Tidings To You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you say to someone who's getting married soon? "Happy Wedding! or "Glad Marriage Tidings to You!" "Congratulations" is more like something you'd say early on in the engagement. I've had a couple customers come in this week who are getting married this weekend, and I wanted to leave them with something...but I had nothing. And for a moment, I was entirely perplexed that I had no idea what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never understand the ways of God. I wish I could tell the difference between God's voice and my own hopefulness. It's so difficult to comprehend the possibility that his will for me is something that I can't imagine experiencing. I feel so far from it, I'm unaware of what it is that I'm missing. It hardly seems likely to become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm beginning to feel my inspiration, excitement, passion, and love for knowledge again. I don't think the full-time classroom setting is for me. To be honest, I never paid much attention in class during high school. I'd simply take as many notes as I mindlessly could, then teach myself the material when I got home. Then I'd never have to study for a test and eventually graduated with a 3.8/4.0 GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if I could teach myself I could do perfectly fine and retain more information. Perhaps I will still graduate from Evangel. But with what? I know God is leading me into Women's Ministry, but I also have this desire and motivation deep within me to own a business (Archiver's, anyone? ;) ). And do I want to be confined to the AG forever? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;truth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love about online journaling is that you can go back and fix your mistakes without scratching out your old mistakes and causing blobs and smears of ink all over the pages. Sometimes I go through what I call my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actual &lt;/span&gt;journal (the one not seen by the public eye, because it is written down on paper and hidden away in my bedroom), and I find mistakes, misspellings, and grammatical errors that I wish to fix, but at the same time I don't want to make the entire work sloppy. It's an ongoing war that I choose to endure. I suppose all I can do is attempt at practicing things correctly the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next set of business...2 things I'm praying for God's provision:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;First&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mercyministries.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mercy Ministries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They friended me on myspace a while ago. They posted a bulletin the other day and it reminded me that they exist! It interested me, so I began looking into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it is, is an organization that has facilities around the globe where young women (between ages 13-28) can go to seek help and guidance. A lot of them go there because of abuse, addiction, depression, etc. Mercy Ministries helps them through a program that allows them to recognize their self-worth and prepare them to reach their full potential. Eventually they graduate from the program with a new outlook and view of the world and themselves through God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their mission is for young women to experience God's unconditional love, forgiveness, and life-transforming power. They have an internship program I'm interested in. Their closest facility to me is in St. Louis. I don't know if I'd do it any time soon. Only if God leads me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They recently had a women's conference to celebrate their 25th anniversary and some of the women that spoke have spoken at James River, including Charlotte Scanlon-Gambill (whom I heard speak right before I left for tour) and Christine Caine (who will be speaking at our Women's Conference this fall). One of their mottos struck me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your past doesn't have to define your FUTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.authenticgirl.com/fellowship.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Authentic Girl Fellowship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Eric and Leslie Ludy's books are THE books that really impacted and changed my life. There are usually those sources, people, and events that played a huge role in who you are today and have yet to become. Namely, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Dreams Come True&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Authentic Beauty&lt;/span&gt; are some indicators of that turning point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically with the fellowship, I apply to begin my own Authentic Girl Fellowship group in my area. At the moment, I really feel this one set on my heart. I've chatted with some of my girl friends about their participation and their response contained such inspiring enthusiasm. I think it would be a great opportunity not only through campus, but also for young girls throughout the city of Springfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late. Or early. And I must wake up early enough so that I may spend some long overdue time with some familiar faces. :)&lt;br /&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/8424533076951796381-8223468609375019426?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8223468609375019426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8223468609375019426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8223468609375019426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8223468609375019426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/06/glad-marriage-tidings-to-you.html' title='Glad Marriage Tidings To You!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-2342724918852849086</id><published>2008-06-15T18:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:31:25.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Grace Is Sufficient For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won't last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever!"&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Corinthians 4:16-17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had this incredible moment with God. I had been so stressed since I had returned from tour with my car not starting, the toll not being able to work for a month has on you, and Father's Day just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling and started crying because I miss dad so much. I miss him calling me every day just to tell me he loves me, he's proud of me, and reassuring me that I'm doing things right. I began speaking out loud, and at first I just felt like i was talking to the ceiling...but then I realized God is really there. I can't fully comprehend it, but I have faith in a God who's alive and always with me. He sees it all. Sometimes I forget that. Sometimes I feel like I'm stranded out here all on my own. But I'm far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's real. He's there. God knows all of this. He's known it even before he died. I can feel Him. And He gives me peace. And I think He's beginning to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an update, my car is working now and I have a job at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michaels Arts and Crafts&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was watching Anne of Green Gables, as always. How alike the character of Anne and I are. She hated that her friends were growing up. Her, too. That things were changing. How inconsistent it all was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like to think that I'm in favor of change and inconsistency. I am. But my inconsistency has become my consistency. Change and I have become well-acquainted friends. So if God wishes to give me something I can keep for a while, I need to willingly accept it without question or fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video on Scarlett Lillian's photography blog (layout inspired by). I didn't know that Jeremy Camp wrote this song after his wife died. His testimony renewed the lyrics' meaning for me. I still accept and discover truth in all the things God has taught me to recognize in the past year since the passing of my father. No one has ever loved me like my father did, except God himself. And I need to remember to trust that. That God loves me as a father loves a daughter, and all of this is part of His will for me. I may never have all the answers...that's okay. As long as God keeps me safely in His secure embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I Still Believe" by Jeremy Camp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered words and empty thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Seem to pour from my heart&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so torn before&lt;br /&gt;Seems I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;But its now that I feel your grace fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From every fingertip washing away my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your truth&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your holy word&lt;br /&gt;Even when I don't see, I still believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the questions still fog up my mind&lt;br /&gt;With promises I still seem to bear&lt;br /&gt;Even when answers slowly unwind&lt;br /&gt;It's my heart I see you prepare&lt;br /&gt;But its now, that I feel, your grace fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From every fingertip washing away my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your truth&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your holy word&lt;br /&gt;Even when I don't see, I still believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the only place I can go is into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Where I throw to you my feeble prayers well in brokenness&lt;br /&gt;I can see that this was your will for me&lt;br /&gt;Help me to know that you are near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your truth&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in your holy word&lt;br /&gt;Even when I don't see, I still believe&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/4erfxUaN4_4&amp;amp;hl=en" height="344" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt; &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4erfxUaN4_4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-2342724918852849086?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2342724918852849086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=2342724918852849086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2342724918852849086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2342724918852849086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/06/lord-open-up-thine-eyes-so-i-may-see.html' title='Your Grace Is Sufficient For Me'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-2178938550868890818</id><published>2008-05-31T19:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:28:16.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tour was great. There were so many great experiences. So many opportunities and relationships. So many new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that God is doing behind the scenes that we're completely unaware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're home sweet home. But my car won't start...which is a bit of dilemma. I need a job...and I need to be able to have transportation to that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I just found out that I can type 90 WPM. That makes me feel accomplished. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't get the job at Hobby Lobby, my next choice is Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. Books and Coffee, two of my favorite things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I try to discover where it is God is leading me. But the mystery of it all is a huge part of the adventure. I'm excited. I don't know what for, but I'm content with that. At least for the most part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;"When a soul sets out to find God it does not know&lt;br /&gt;whither it will come and by what path it will be led;&lt;br /&gt;but those who catch the vision are ready to follow the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;wherever He goes, and it is as they follow,&lt;br /&gt;obedient to what they have seen, in this spirit of joyful adventure,&lt;br /&gt;that their path becomes clear before them,&lt;br /&gt;and they are given the power to fulfill their high calling.&lt;br /&gt;They are those who have the courage to break through conventionalities,&lt;br /&gt;who care not at all what the world thinks of them,&lt;br /&gt;because they are entirely taken up with the&lt;br /&gt;tremendous realities of the soul and God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bishop Bardsley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GC 159-162&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.&lt;br /&gt;Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,&lt;br /&gt;Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;&lt;br /&gt;I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;&lt;br /&gt;Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;&lt;br /&gt;Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;&lt;br /&gt;Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;&lt;br /&gt;Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:&lt;br /&gt;Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,&lt;br /&gt;Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:&lt;br /&gt;Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High King of Heaven, my victory won,&lt;br /&gt;May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!&lt;br /&gt;Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,&lt;br /&gt;Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-2178938550868890818?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2178938550868890818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=2178938550868890818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2178938550868890818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2178938550868890818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/05/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-2466539057048346855</id><published>2008-04-14T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:10:21.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Change Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After writing in my journal&lt;br /&gt;(my real one that is not seen by the public) a moment ago,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd look back through it just to see what God&lt;br /&gt;has done  in my life the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after writing what I had just written,&lt;br /&gt;what I read from before made so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has healed me through circumstances that&lt;br /&gt;I would not have chosen, but a year ago I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I had no confidence in myself and I was afraid of not&lt;br /&gt;measuring up to my future husband.&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I would have taken my current circumstances&lt;br /&gt;and blamed it all on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I would have thought that somehow,&lt;br /&gt;I did something to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God had this happen not to show me that I'm still not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Someone made me realize that perhaps this is happening because&lt;br /&gt;God is showing me just how far I have come.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm more prepared than I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid anymore. I don't need someone else,&lt;br /&gt;whether a guy or just my friends,&lt;br /&gt;to measure my self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can lose trust in everyone I had ever put my trust in,&lt;br /&gt;but I've spent the past two years establishing who I am in God.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing Satan tries to throw at me can separate me from it.&lt;br /&gt;Not even my own human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, this would have brought me back to Ground Zero.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel stronger. I feel more ready.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to sit here lying to myself so I that feel stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling me the story of how God put her and her husband together,&lt;br /&gt;one of the costume ladies from the show, Larla, spoke to me in tears&lt;br /&gt;telling me that God will prove His faithfulness,&lt;br /&gt;And He is in control and loves us and will work out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;every single&lt;/span&gt; little detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started crying, and told her I so desperately&lt;br /&gt;needed to hear that. So we cried and hugged&lt;br /&gt;and she told me to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will make known to me His faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will make known to Him mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-2466539057048346855?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2466539057048346855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=2466539057048346855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2466539057048346855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2466539057048346855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-change-me.html' title='You Change Me'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8995488918937215133</id><published>2008-04-10T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:07:08.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is in the rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;I just ran around outside in the rain for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely dripping wet.&lt;br /&gt;And my entire body is numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single kiss was stolen in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would've thought I'd be so impacted by&lt;br /&gt;a quote from V for Vendetta (which I haven't even seen):&lt;br /&gt;"God is in the rain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is needed for things to bloom and grow.&lt;br /&gt;To add color and beauty to an otherwise lifeless landscape.&lt;br /&gt;To bring life to seeds that must die first in order to&lt;br /&gt;become something unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cleanses. When water rushes against rocks it's purified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept the rain.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth &lt;/span&gt;will set me free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-8995488918937215133?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8995488918937215133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8995488918937215133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8995488918937215133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8995488918937215133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/god-is-in-rain.html' title='God is in the rain...'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-3557648046302544603</id><published>2008-04-07T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:42:50.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's strength is tailor-made for weakness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...We are never stronger than when we admit we are weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sown in dishonor,&lt;br /&gt;raised in glory;&lt;br /&gt;sown in weakness,&lt;br /&gt;raised in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Corinthians 15:43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I woke up this morning to the sunlight spilling through the window...&lt;br /&gt;I forgot who I was for a little while. I'm not sure how or when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;But God rescued me from darkness. He gave me intuition when I was being naive...&lt;br /&gt;there were so many things I didn't see, but I'm glad I see them now rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;I can handle emotional harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the sunlight was a promise.&lt;br /&gt;It's still there even when it's cloudy and the rain is falling for weeks on end.&lt;br /&gt;It shines just as radiant as always, even behind the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love still exists no matter how much it's misused.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much it hides from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's still there working out the details.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how deafening His silence may be.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how little of His work I see now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can be as cautious as I'm humanly capable of being,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm entering a season of re-discovering myself;&lt;br /&gt;re-discovering God,&lt;br /&gt;and who I am in Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm re-entering a season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I feel afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And think I've lost my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, you're there right beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing will I fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as you are near;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please be near me to the end...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-3557648046302544603?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3557648046302544603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=3557648046302544603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3557648046302544603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3557648046302544603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-strength-is-tailor-made-for.html' title='God&apos;s strength is tailor-made for weakness...'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-6274623559199878112</id><published>2008-03-17T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:20:14.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Quick Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mexico was absolutely amazing! I didn't even want to come back. I think I may study Spanish with some friends of mine...it's always good to know more than one language. I'd be like..tri-lingual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...6 weeks of school left.&lt;br /&gt;Then 3 weeks of tour.&lt;br /&gt;Then second session Summer classes.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm taking a semester or two off of school to work.&lt;br /&gt;It's way too expensive...and I could use the space to breath.&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and I are looking at apartments...&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more excited I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can still use me even if I'm not following society's formula.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean I failed.&lt;br /&gt;It simply means that my path is the road less traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hoping to get a job at hobby lobby..the hours are absolutely perfect. And they're looking for people to teach classes!&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/8424533076951796381-6274623559199878112?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6274623559199878112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=6274623559199878112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6274623559199878112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6274623559199878112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-quick-update.html' title='Super Quick Update!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-893987607414683907</id><published>2008-02-29T10:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:39:58.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenos Dias!</title><content type='html'>Mid-terms are FINALLY over with, and I'm leaving for Guadalajara, Mexico tomorrow! So excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-893987607414683907?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/893987607414683907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=893987607414683907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/893987607414683907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/893987607414683907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/buenos-dias.html' title='Buenos Dias!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8702383751130509590</id><published>2008-02-18T12:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:20:29.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update!</title><content type='html'>So I've had the flu for a week and a half. I'm finally getting over it but now my poor roomie has it! Although she's moving through it a lot quicker than i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a call back for the second round of interviews for RA. I'm so glad...I was sick during my first interview so I didn't really function as I would've liked. But hey, I get a second chance! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico is in two weeks! I'm almost there, just about $180 more dollars to raise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaand that's about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-8702383751130509590?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8702383751130509590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8702383751130509590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8702383751130509590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8702383751130509590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick update!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4809824711648909403</id><published>2008-02-11T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:12:45.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Day!</title><content type='html'>Classes are canceled!!! Praise God!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-4809824711648909403?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4809824711648909403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4809824711648909403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4809824711648909403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4809824711648909403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/ice-day.html' title='Ice Day!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-5384318100568325178</id><published>2008-02-06T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:07:19.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>The Leadership Conference in Tallahassee, Florida was quite an experience. It was such an honor and privilege to be chosen to go on this trip. There were 15 students at the conference total, most of which were graduates. The rest of the attendees were doctors, directors, etc. In a setting with those statistics it would be very easy to feel out of place, but honestly, I felt like we really had a voice there. Some of them were actually amazed that there were students attending the conference simply for the experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was learning how to address Hot Topics on College campuses. It was so interesting looking at it from a Christian perspective. I gained so much appreciation for Evangel, the fact that we have so much freedom in a shared belief that sets a unity between those on our campus. I explained this to some directors at other, secular colleges and they actually considered it a healthy environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something they really emphasized in some of the sessions I attended was the importance of listening. Something I've really began feeling passionate about this year is making sure that everyone's voice is heard and considered. I've been in several group settings where ideas are shoved off, or even people are left out all together and I know that it isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;necessary &lt;/span&gt;for that to take place. I was glad that this was brought to attention at this conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was an enjoyable trip. The last day we just enjoyed ourselves (and each other!) until we had to go to the airport. I honestly think I'm going to take these things I've gathered and apply them to the leadership roles I find myself in. Whether it's a title I have, or if it's simply asking myself, "What can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;do to help this situation?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-5384318100568325178?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5384318100568325178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=5384318100568325178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5384318100568325178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5384318100568325178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-995229019676013007</id><published>2008-01-22T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:03:58.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory</title><content type='html'>Let me just express the internal events that took place today. I just switched my major to Biblical Studies and I'm in Sophomore Seminar for Theology. I'm the only Bible major in that class so I feel the expectations for me are somewhat higher than the others in this class. We're writing a 10-15 page Exegesis paper on a scripture assigned to each individual by our professor, and we've had these insane papers to fill out at the Library. I just switched from a Music major so I didn't have to write a whole lot of papers or make many trips to the Library so honestly, earlier today I had no idea what I was doing. And I've felt that way a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I was feeling really discouraged. Basically I felt like I wasn't intelligent enough to go into ministry, but I've reached my musical limits and so I was just feeling like I'm not good enough to go into anything and my entire college career and life was just going to end up in failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, Hey, I switched to go into full time ministry because that is what God is calling me to do. And not only that, God isn't going to call me into failure. Those are lies that Satan is trying to use against me to bring me down and shatter every last bit of my confidence so that I can't fulfill God's work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed for academic and spiritual discipline, and decided that I was going to trust God to work through me and give me the tools and confidence and abilities I need to fulfill His plan, because I know I can't do it on my own. I'm not meant to do it on my own anyway. Only God can do it through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finished that worksheet with hardly any trouble whatsoever, and I got so much accomplished today. Now that I've decided to win the victory over Satan trying to work against me, I feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every day God is breaking down so many of my barriers. I'm actually overcoming fears that I never expected myself to win over. But thank God, this outcome is going to be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-995229019676013007?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/995229019676013007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=995229019676013007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/995229019676013007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/995229019676013007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/victory.html' title='Victory'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-6668466400602564998</id><published>2008-01-21T17:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:50:57.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen With Your Heart</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad God is consistent, because I myself am very inconsistent. But at least I can be assured that there's hope in my inconsistency.&lt;br /&gt;So the results of AOGG auditions: He pre-casted the play. Sadly! Even the drama people themselves are upset at a great deal of injustice that took place at auditions. I guess he wants to use this show to showcase the drama dept. So I could've been Anne Shirley in the flesh or completely bombed it and it wouldn't have mattered. It's just disappointing because all the work done since August to prepare myself for these auditions meant nothing. But there's a reason for everything. I got Ruby Gillis. The smaller parts were given to the non-drama majors. But for some reason, God wanted me to be Ruby...so be it!&lt;br /&gt;School is busier than ever and it's still only January! There is so much in store for this semester, I can hardly wait. I only wish I had more time to excel in my homemaking skills! This weekend my roommate and I spent some time learning to crochet and loom knit. Honestly, if I could major in homemaking I would totally do it.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd update. Now I have lots of homework to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask God to see the world through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;eyes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-6668466400602564998?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6668466400602564998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=6668466400602564998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6668466400602564998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/6668466400602564998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/listen-with-your-heart.html' title='Listen With Your Heart'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-5536225205767686429</id><published>2008-01-08T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:38:02.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Sweet School</title><content type='html'>I'm back at school once again! Break was good and somewhat refreshing. Auditions for Anne of Green Gables are next week, so Tristen and I picked up a script today. It's such a wonderful storyline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could choose anything I learned over my break it would be these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love people. Everyone. Even those who seem to be unlovable. We're called to do so. Yes, sometimes it's hard. And you can sit there and think of reasons why you should shun or close certain people out all you want, but how on earth are they to learn to love themselves unless someone sheds some light upon them and shows them how? One of the best ways to reach people is by being an example.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive. You can't love if you can't forgive. One of the most difficult things for me to forgive is selfishness. I hate so much to sit there watching people make decisions without caring a bit how negatively it affects the people around them. But I have to forgive them. I think of all the things I've said and done to cause pain to my God. While He sits there watching my recklessness...He's always forgiven me and welcomed me home with open arms. And if my merciful savior forgives me no matter my decisions, then I must show the same courtesy. I wrote a couple quotes down regarding forgiveness from Beth Moore's "When Godly People Do Ungodly Things":&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The same God who knew in advance&lt;br /&gt;that you would become one of His&lt;br /&gt;children also knew in advance that&lt;br /&gt;you'd be susceptible to fall for a&lt;br /&gt;deceptive scheme of the evil one. Still,&lt;br /&gt;He says you were adopted with pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After all God has done for me, if I were to&lt;br /&gt;withhold from the Pharisee the right to&lt;br /&gt;splash in the river of forgiveness, it would&lt;br /&gt;make me a bigger one than he."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also read a quote earlier today that said, "God is so much easier to please than people." I think this also includes ourselves. Life becomes so much more enjoyable when we choose to please God over ourselves. I see when I try to please myself I am never fulfilled, and usually unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     3.    Don't wait for change. Be the spark of the flame yourself. The peacemaker Gandhi said it so well, "Be the change you want to see in the world." I want to see God's character reflected in our lives, and that can begin with me. There's no use in sitting here waiting for it to happen. Take a risk and let God use you in the unknown. You can't even imagine the adventure that will be set before you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes begin again tomorrow. This will be my first semester in my new major. I'm excited but also utterly terrified. But like I said, I need to take a risk and see how God is going to use me. And I must remember to act and write from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in other news, in a couple weeks I'll be going to Florida for a Leadership Conference. I was chosen with 3 other people from my school to attend. I'm so very excited. I'm anticipating the new relationships I'll build on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My missions trip to Mexico is in about two months also. I still need to raise more funds, so if I may ask that you pray for God to provide for me and the other kids going, I would be forever grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all the news I can think of for now. I should go finish organizing my planner for the semester so I won't have to worry about it later. Farewell, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-5536225205767686429?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5536225205767686429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=5536225205767686429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5536225205767686429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/5536225205767686429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-sweet-school.html' title='School Sweet School'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-79150531089087518</id><published>2008-01-02T22:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:22:45.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer For A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This I pray for you, my friend -&lt;br /&gt;that you strive to be all that you can be,&lt;br /&gt;yet never become a copy of another.&lt;br /&gt;That you realize your own unique qualities&lt;br /&gt;and all that makes you special.&lt;br /&gt;That you open up your eyes to the beauty in each day.&lt;br /&gt;That you reach out to others less fortunate than you.&lt;br /&gt;That by giving you learn the joy of receiving.&lt;br /&gt;That you let go of the sadness of the past,&lt;br /&gt;yet always remember the good moments.&lt;br /&gt;That you learn to accept life as it is,&lt;br /&gt;even with its disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;For life is meant to be enjoyed and at all times endured,&lt;br /&gt;but never take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you will be aware at all times&lt;br /&gt;that you are one special person,&lt;br /&gt;among all special persons.&lt;br /&gt;And do the best you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Robin Morgan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-79150531089087518?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/79150531089087518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=79150531089087518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/79150531089087518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/79150531089087518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/prayer-for-friend.html' title='A Prayer For A Friend'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-7088319311814423914</id><published>2007-12-28T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:56:48.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Outside Is Frightful...</title><content type='html'>We're snowed in today! I was supposed to go visit my cousin in Kzoo but the roads are so terrible, the trip is canceled until the roads are cleared. Christmas was enjoyable. I spend half of the day with mom's side of the family as usual and the second half here at my Aunt's with my father's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you believe, I've been watching Martha Stewart and getting crafting tips! And I wasn't even aware that there are actual scrapbooking shows out there. My eyes have been opened! They have such great ideas. I wish we got this channel at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Aunt Fran and I have spent the last couple days baking treats for everyone. And apparently we have some family traditions that I was completely unaware of. But they're delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and stays safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-7088319311814423914?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7088319311814423914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=7088319311814423914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7088319311814423914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/7088319311814423914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='The Weather Outside Is Frightful...'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-1624916806377404102</id><published>2007-12-24T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:49:45.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve is here!</title><content type='html'>Happy Christmas Eve!! I can't believe Christmas is tomorrow. I really enjoy the preparation of the Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song went well yesterday. I actually did remember the words! That was lucky. It was a wonderful sermon yesterday about Mary's journey and our own journey's with God. At the end Pastor asked for everyone's family's to come together and sing silent night. I couldn't tell you how I felt. This Christmas, for my family, is left with several voids. I was sitting with my mother, my uncle, and my cousin. With my father's passing, my uncle's wife running out, my other aunt's husband being asked to leave...our family isn't as complete as it once was. And earlier this season I was having such a difficult time knowing that dad wouldn't be here when I returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we were singing Silent Night, God whispered hope into my ear. We're celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. Without this significant event in history, I would have no hope of ever seeing my father again. Without Jesus, none of us could truly overcome the sorrow of this world. Without Jesus there wouldn't be hope of new life and new beginnings. But everything is going to be OK, because there is a God who loves us and will wrap us in His arms when we need Him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think that when someone dies, God hasn't answered our prayers. But I can say, after 15 years of asking for my father's complete healing, God finally answered our prayers. He healed him more than He ever could on this earth. Without Jesus, I couldn't have peace with such knowledge. With Jesus, death doesn't need to be a tragedy. It can simply be a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-1624916806377404102?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1624916806377404102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=1624916806377404102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/1624916806377404102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/1624916806377404102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-is-here.html' title='Christmas Eve is here!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-3086840363964349711</id><published>2007-12-21T13:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:11:58.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutti!</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to sing at our Christmas special at church on Sunday. Originally I wanted to sing "Jesus, Born on This Day" but I couldn't get the accompaniment in time. I had a dream the other night that Sunday came around and I still didn't have music to sing  to! So I was panicking a little bit, and first I thought maybe I could sing it acapella...but that was no good. So I went up there on the stage and said, "So I thought I'd do something a little different...let's have a sing-along!" And I led the congregation into singing Christmas Carols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost sounds like a good idea..but I don't know how well that would go over. Instead I'll just be singing "Child Of Love" by Sara Groves. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-3086840363964349711?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3086840363964349711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=3086840363964349711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3086840363964349711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3086840363964349711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/tutti.html' title='Tutti!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-3033241412877772015</id><published>2007-12-19T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:42:49.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at last</title><content type='html'>I'm HOME....and there is SO MUCH SNOW. Just yesterday we were taking our luggage out to the car in T-shirts down in Missouri. I got to Carrie's this morning at about 7am...I've been awake for over 24 hours. That's what ya get for riding with a nocturnal driver like Rachel! But we made it, and we made it safely. :) My allergies are already beginning to act up, though. For some reason the further north I go the worse they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap'n Spencer (my aquatic turtle) made the ride safely and he's having fun swimming around in his tank with fresh new water. Carrie got him a little marble sea turtle to put in his tank as a Christmas gift. It reminds me of Crush from Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw mom for a moment, her hair has gotten so long! we're all going to go cut down a Christmas tree in Aunt Peggy's back yard this weekend and decorate it. That should be fun...although four women trying to cut down a tree in which only one has had prior experience worries me just a bit. Pray for our safety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold outside!!! I hope everyone is staying warm in this weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-3033241412877772015?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3033241412877772015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=3033241412877772015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3033241412877772015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/3033241412877772015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-at-last.html' title='Home at last'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-2950814786505591917</id><published>2007-12-15T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:36:47.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days!</title><content type='html'>Goodness, have I been busy! I've had all my finals before finals were even supposed to begin! So this means I have nothing to do until my Juries on Tuesday, then Tuesday night we're heading home for the holidays. I'll be staying with Carrie until the 25th, then the rest of the time there I'll be staying at Aunt Fran's. So I'll be moving around a bit while I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a fun day. My friend Brianna and I went Christmas shopping, and in the midst of it we went to JC Penny's and tried on a bunch of dresses! Afterward we did some more Christmas shopping, then went back to her room and decorated a gingerbread house! It was so much fun. It was just one of those days were we just got to be girls and enjoy a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going back to Michigan in three days! And next semester is going to be so amazing, there are so many new experiences in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to get some scrapbooking done with all this free time I have! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-2950814786505591917?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2950814786505591917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=2950814786505591917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2950814786505591917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/2950814786505591917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-days.html' title='3 Days!'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-9115241998749639800</id><published>2007-12-06T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:02:15.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for a Thursday</title><content type='html'>I love people. I love communicating with them and building relationships. I was in a meeting last night for my missions trip to Mexico and we have a very small group going there (7 people total). As we were concluding the meeting I just felt such an appreciation for that group. I'm happy that it's a small group, and none of us really know each other that well. This way we can build deeper relationships with each other. The leader, Emily, is absolutely amazing. Everyone has something different to offer. All I could say before we left was, "Guys, I'm so excited about this group!" I can sense God doing something spectacular in and with each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of loving people, getting ready for the Christmas season makes it seem almost necessary. Especially during Christmas shopping. BLACK FRIDAY. My goodness. I didn't see many smiles on Black Friday. Everyone is so busy shopping and decorating and putting on performances. I was at rehearsal for A James River Christmas the other night and all the people doing "behind-the-scenes" stuff seemed so uptight. I thought, what can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;do to even in the slightest bit make someone's day brighter? Well, we weren't supposed to talk...or move...or really do anything but pay close attention and sing. So I picked out one of the ladies who looked very stressed, caught her eye, and just smiled. And she didn't just smile back in dismissal because she had a lot to do, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genuinely &lt;/span&gt;smiled back and you could just see a little tension release from her. It was small, but I noticed it. And I think it made both of our nights just a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dillard's to purchase some Estee Lauder "Beautiful" lotion for my mother for Christmas and this incredibly sweet elderly woman assisted me in my purchase. It took some time because someone had called and asked her several questions, so you know what she did? She gave me two dual Lip Cromatix! She told me she was only supposed to give me one, but she was going to give me two. It was so nice of her, and it truly made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the smallest acts of kindness matter. I am so much happier when I take focus off myself and pour into other people. My roommate, Tristen, and I put up on our wall the fruits of the spirit, one sheet for each of us, and when one of us sees the other displaying one of the fruits of the spirit, we put a sticker next to it on their sheet. It's helped us to encourage each other and just by doing that I think both of us have become a little stronger in bearing much fruit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope whoever visits my blog is having a wonderful start of the season. And I hope that God is using you to brighten someone's day and vise versa! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-9115241998749639800?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/9115241998749639800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=9115241998749639800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/9115241998749639800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/9115241998749639800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for a Thursday'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-8030801357182171953</id><published>2007-12-01T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:17:09.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Dollar City</title><content type='html'>Today I had the opportunity to sing at Silver Dollar City for Concert Choir. I actually just sang there two weeks ago with the James River Choir as well! It was a lot of fun, and I rode my first roller-coaster that went upside-down! I almost chickened out but I was already strapped in so I couldn't do anything. It was actually a lot of fun! Although...I had my eyes closed most of the time...but I couldn't even tell when we went upside-down. One day I'll try it again with my eyes open! I love going to Silver Dollar City though. Besides the two times I've gone this year, the last time I went when I was much younger with my family. It's one of those memories I hold close to my heart and thank God that I was able to have some of those moments to remember. Christmas just isn't going to be the same this year as every other year...but I know it's all in God's perfect plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few weeks are going to be so crammed! Between multiple rehearsals and performances as well as finals and trying to figure out where it is I'll be staying once I get home, my work is certainly cut out for me. But I knew it would be when I decided to join three choirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already December!!! Can you believe it?? The year 2007 is almost over and I feel like it had only just begun! And Christmas is only a couple weeks away...better get on top of Christmas shopping pretty quick. And making Christmas cards. I really hope I have the time to do that, I got some really awesome Christmas paper and embellishments when I went to Archiver's in Des Moines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-8030801357182171953?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8030801357182171953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=8030801357182171953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8030801357182171953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/8030801357182171953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/silver-dollar-city.html' title='Silver Dollar City'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424533076951796381.post-4124951169827423954</id><published>2007-11-29T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:17:02.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning</title><content type='html'>I always love journaling, whether it's online or in my own special book meant for only God and myself to see. Thus, I've begun a new one. :) I'm going to play around a little bit since I'm new to this particular website!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424533076951796381-4124951169827423954?l=lisieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4124951169827423954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424533076951796381&amp;postID=4124951169827423954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4124951169827423954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424533076951796381/posts/default/4124951169827423954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/beginning.html' title='Beginning'/><author><name>Lis Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352845043113117268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BtRzb3J0xk/SSzHRU-EtVI/AAAAAAAAACg/aF43mVzH364/S220/1aSProcksicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
