<?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-1580800057286670687</id><updated>2011-12-01T17:27:20.813-05:00</updated><category term='snowflakes'/><category term='rules'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='david schwimmer'/><category term='feeling like a zombie'/><category term='funny'/><category term='earth'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='movies'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='Noah&apos;s Ark'/><category term='care'/><category term='boys'/><category term='nature'/><category term='bffs'/><category term='photos'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='calling'/><category term='gorillas'/><category term='green'/><category term='travel'/><category term='my love for Christmas music'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='girls'/><category term='rainbows'/><category term='presents'/><category term='gum'/><category term='worship'/><category term='family'/><category term='zoos'/><category term='Sunday School'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='changes'/><category term='glitter'/><category term='kids'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='weather'/><category term='my love for all things Christmas'/><category term='God and His infinite wisdom'/><category term='Christ Love'/><category term='winterfest 2011'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='rain forest'/><category term='camera'/><category term='photography'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='random'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='single'/><category term='hate'/><category term='Boredum'/><category term='luck'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='respect yourself'/><category term='people'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='wooing'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='church'/><category term='Children'/><category term='promises'/><category term='life as I know it'/><category term='Honduras'/><category term='food'/><category term='things'/><category term='dates'/><category term='Christmas trees'/><category term='excitedness'/><category term='egypt'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='fear'/><category term='kool-aid'/><category term='snow'/><category term='love'/><category term='Football'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Living a Life on Fire</title><subtitle type='html'>Taking life's uphill battle and putting it into words...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-7464597597344024220</id><published>2011-10-11T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:57:35.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date.</title><content type='html'>Okay, not that anyone cares, but tonight, I am going on my first date :) I couldn't help but write a short blog on it. So, if you know me, now you know!!! ::excited face::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-7464597597344024220?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/7464597597344024220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=7464597597344024220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7464597597344024220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7464597597344024220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/10/date.html' title='Date.'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-7265448945683290570</id><published>2011-10-03T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:06:55.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories: Starlite</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IIJ4hHzZK4/TooqdzCS08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ExOc0s8Qqi0/s1600/jpg010+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IIJ4hHzZK4/TooqdzCS08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ExOc0s8Qqi0/s320/jpg010+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This day is like yesterday for me :) It was my first day working with Starlite as an "almost Cabinet Member."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2i7hDj-N9bo/ToorZ2-JLDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Xwm8rfBAUZI/s1600/jpg011+114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2i7hDj-N9bo/ToorZ2-JLDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Xwm8rfBAUZI/s320/jpg011+114.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my first retreat with all the beautiful ladies who impacted my life so much &amp;nbsp;that they will never know.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nk1gk9q8II/Toord9yYjMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dhDyIovQvQs/s1600/jpg011+166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nk1gk9q8II/Toord9yYjMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dhDyIovQvQs/s320/jpg011+166.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same retreat, we went to this waterfall. God's Creations amaze me to no end.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GpeHKa7l58/ToorhdT8AYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BfrQZFtG-50/s1600/jpg011+229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GpeHKa7l58/ToorhdT8AYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BfrQZFtG-50/s320/jpg011+229.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This heart went into a Valentine's Day card for the ladies at the Smokey Mountain Widow's home. Best. Day. Ever.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-8MSRcwKWk/ToorzWiWSGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WPdG2ZvE_KM/s1600/jpg007+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-8MSRcwKWk/ToorzWiWSGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WPdG2ZvE_KM/s320/jpg007+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken at a volunteer picnic before I was on Cabinet, by my now best friend, Cassidy (who was also in Starlite).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6q447G5jx0Q/ToosVe8uZBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2qKN_lkCDYk/s1600/jpg23+153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6q447G5jx0Q/ToosVe8uZBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2qKN_lkCDYk/s320/jpg23+153.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA. This was our last outing as a team. We went to the aquarium/Creative Discovery Museum, and became little girls just one more time together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MQrcnkrspI/ToosgCxhkmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dq-XUcZDQb0/s1600/jpg23+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MQrcnkrspI/ToosgCxhkmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dq-XUcZDQb0/s320/jpg23+061.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I could have cried a million times on this day, but I (we) didn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf1y-NoQ3vg/ToosnvGTRVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b8wHRjqJNLY/s1600/jpg23+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf1y-NoQ3vg/ToosnvGTRVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b8wHRjqJNLY/s320/jpg23+065.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See. We had fun being crazy (mainly me being crazy).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xameRmqVCcE/ToosxqCL2pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UAIYFK8wOM8/s1600/jpg23+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xameRmqVCcE/ToosxqCL2pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UAIYFK8wOM8/s320/jpg23+066.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Anna, you are just too funny :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sP6TzOnA1Sc/TootFNwmvsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BrHX_V4qyC0/s1600/jpg23+101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sP6TzOnA1Sc/TootFNwmvsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BrHX_V4qyC0/s320/jpg23+101.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Henry and Flo, the starfish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1Butf8YhaM/TootYI3yz5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/jeHPVP379gQ/s1600/jpg23+131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1Butf8YhaM/TootYI3yz5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/jeHPVP379gQ/s320/jpg23+131.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end of a great afternoon together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just felt like reminiscing a little today. Starlite was a big part of my college life, and it is something that I will never forget, especially all of the amazing friends I gained in the process.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These memories are sacred&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was blessed to be apart of something great. I loved each and every meeting, outing, prayer/worship meeting, Life Group night, sleepover, and of course, the time we decorated the office for Christmas and I did a little "dance" to stay warm while outside. These girls will forever be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-7265448945683290570?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/7265448945683290570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=7265448945683290570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7265448945683290570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7265448945683290570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/10/memories-starlite.html' title='Memories: Starlite'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IIJ4hHzZK4/TooqdzCS08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ExOc0s8Qqi0/s72-c/jpg010+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6253361773275514677</id><published>2011-09-20T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:57:22.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As of late, I haven't written at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly, I haven't felt the drive to write, and the inspiration just wasn't there. There have been many things that I have been through in the last few months, and I only recently let it all go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Story Starts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm in a car, headed to Atlanta with a dear friend of mine. Where are we going? To a mega church called Passion City Church. Now, if you know anything about the Passion Conferences, then you know that Louie Giglio is the pastor at said church. His worship leader just happens to be Chris Tomlin. This particular night was set to be a night of total worship and communion. The spirit fell. Chains were loosed, people were free, I felt my spirit become lighter and freer. It was a much needed night of&amp;nbsp;rejuvenation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I am working hard as ever to keep the fire on me so I can go in the way He wants me to go. Again, I have said, lead me and send me. I will go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6253361773275514677?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6253361773275514677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6253361773275514677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6253361773275514677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6253361773275514677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/09/fire.html' title='Fire.'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3135247071173228575</id><published>2011-07-07T16:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:36:42.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Washed.</title><content type='html'>There have been many things going on lately in the life of me. I just figured that if I have any readers out there (which is a BIG if), I would let you all know that I am not dead, nor did I fall off the face of the earth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been struggling with many things and quite frankly, I just haven't felt like writing anything. Shocking, I know, especially since I like to talk. A lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I really need is a long vacation to my favorite spot in the world, where it wouldn't be a vacation at all, but a mission to help the sick and cure the hungry. If I could, it is where I would be permanently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's raining as I look out my office window, and I feel like it is washing away everything that I have feared, hated, cared about, and missed in the past month. (Just the month, nothing more) I am glad of this because I know that it is God showing me that He's got this whole thing called life under control and that I should quit worrying, quit trying to control my life, and that He loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3135247071173228575?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3135247071173228575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3135247071173228575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3135247071173228575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3135247071173228575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/07/washed.html' title='Washed.'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3996030319938581330</id><published>2011-04-18T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:30:24.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Racing Mind</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are things that you cannot get off your mind. Right now, there is something weighing on my mind and preventing me from focusing. It makes me feel obsessive, even though in reality I really am not. It just sometimes fuzzes up my clarity in thinking. I wish that I didn't get this way over things, but I can't stop it. It over takes me, and boom, my mind is gone. It drives me crazy because all I want to be is normal, or you know, not bogged down by my racing thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel trapped inside because no one understands, even I do not understand why I get like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that God has it in his hands, but for some reason, I can not wrap my feeble, racing mind around the thought that I do not have to obsess over it. All I can do is lay it down again, and hope that it eases off for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3996030319938581330?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3996030319938581330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3996030319938581330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3996030319938581330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3996030319938581330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-on-racing-mind.html' title='Thoughts on a Racing Mind'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-8380900336637154022</id><published>2011-04-12T17:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:00:38.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Beauty and Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0Tl6wqtKps/TaTJERR64iI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DxQBbG-j-RE/s1600/DSCN0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0Tl6wqtKps/TaTJERR64iI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DxQBbG-j-RE/s320/DSCN0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594817712296223266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been without my camera for like two weeks now. Until today. It arrived back on my doorstep, good as new. &lt;div&gt;Of course, as soon as the sun came out, I put it to work, and this is what I got. (To the left.) I love this shot. It reminds me of God's beauty and his love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can anyone look at an image like that and deny God's existence? It has to be impossible. I mean, how can anything this beautiful spawn from nothing. It took someone with a lot of creativity, love, and care to make something like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, my good friend is getting married and two of my friends and me are hopping in a car and driving to her wedding early that morning. I am so excited. 1. Because I haven't seen Christin or Danielle in like a year, and 2. I haven't seen the bride (Johni) since we arrived at University from our trip to Honduras last July. It's going to be FUN FUN FUN FUN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-8380900336637154022?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/8380900336637154022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=8380900336637154022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8380900336637154022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8380900336637154022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty-and-weddings.html' title='Beauty and Weddings'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0Tl6wqtKps/TaTJERR64iI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DxQBbG-j-RE/s72-c/DSCN0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3545738974132677922</id><published>2011-04-10T21:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:21:57.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>Do You Have Adam and Eve in Your Classroom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wT4UMoaCsX8/TaJWDbqbp_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3K4vwp8vWL4/s1600/jpg45%2B037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wT4UMoaCsX8/TaJWDbqbp_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3K4vwp8vWL4/s320/jpg45%2B037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594128304112904178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sunday school class is precious. They make me laugh, they make tense, they make me happy, and I love them each and every one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, they asked me why I had put Adam and Eve on our wall in our room (which is themed after the Garden of Eden) since they are "bad" and got thrown out. I told them that God still created them and that they needed to be represented on our wall. Even if they did sin and get thrown out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, who wouldn't want these cute hand drawn Adam and Eve "look-a-likes" in their classroom? I think they are adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I asked them today what their favorite thing about God is, and one of them answered: "My favorite thing is that he threw Satan out of the place of worship." So, he continued on to draw a picture of Jesus in a recliner eating pizza while Satan is in a cage asking for potatoes. It truly made me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3545738974132677922?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3545738974132677922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3545738974132677922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3545738974132677922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3545738974132677922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-have-adam-and-eve-in-your.html' title='Do You Have Adam and Eve in Your Classroom?'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wT4UMoaCsX8/TaJWDbqbp_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3K4vwp8vWL4/s72-c/jpg45%2B037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-1717476624280323866</id><published>2011-04-01T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:11:37.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yYuP_Iy3WE/TZZot4N8fpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sWtY9p0uGU8/s1600/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yYuP_Iy3WE/TZZot4N8fpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sWtY9p0uGU8/s320/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590771124821327506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone, I cannot express just how excited I am that I am starting this new devotional book with my Sunday school class. It's the cutest thing, and the notebook matches, which wasn't my intention when I bought it. It just happened. Anyways, the book teaches us how to care for God's beautiful creation that he made for US. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you, but when I think about that, it just amazes me that he would actually take the time to think about humans. Even though we do not care for it as we should, he still gifted it to us. Isn't that an amazing thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-1717476624280323866?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/1717476624280323866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=1717476624280323866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1717476624280323866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1717476624280323866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/04/earth.html' title='Earth.'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yYuP_Iy3WE/TZZot4N8fpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sWtY9p0uGU8/s72-c/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6970886081028291637</id><published>2011-03-23T19:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:22:06.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david schwimmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Dream-On</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had the oddest dream. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I dreamed that I was somewhere where I met David Schwimmer (who played Ross Gellar on the hit t.v. show &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;). (Incidentally, I was always in love with his quirky, nerdy, hot character, so this was an awesome dream) Anyways, back to the dream. I told him that I was in love with his character from &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;, and we ended up going on a date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it was definitely a weird dream, not to mention that he could almost be my dad, and he is definitely MARRIED. What ever in the world made me have that stupid dream is beyond me. I hadn't watched &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;, or any movie with him in it in FOREVER, so I am at a loss. I think it is my subconscious telling me to "get a boyfriend, go on a date, or otherwise, you will be 40 and single!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**The quotation marks are added to emphasize my mind talking to me**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it begins, my quest to become un-single, or you know, taken. Let's see how long it takes me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6970886081028291637?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6970886081028291637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6970886081028291637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6970886081028291637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6970886081028291637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream-on.html' title='Dream-On'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-1876559192991047833</id><published>2011-03-21T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:34:39.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winterfest 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>"I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends"</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. A) I got a real job at the office of a fitness/wellness business; B) Winterfest came and went; C) I got to hang out with my best friend from university; D) Spring has sprung. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is the ultimate provider when we earnestly petition through prayer. Hence the provision of a job actually relative to my degree. I had people praying that I don't even know praying for a new job. I'm thankful for sisters in Christ who truly care for one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winterfest is this conference held over a three day period and God moved heavily through the crowds. It was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my life right now. Now, only one thing left to petition for, and if you know me in person, more than likely, you know what this petition involves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-1876559192991047833?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/1876559192991047833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=1876559192991047833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1876559192991047833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1876559192991047833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-get-by-with-little-help-from-my.html' title='&quot;I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6981514439202001014</id><published>2011-03-10T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:30:14.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winterfest 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitedness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gorillas'/><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnTTxDH7IQc/TXlemW3xuuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jKSmmcgJR2o/s1600/jpg39%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnTTxDH7IQc/TXlemW3xuuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jKSmmcgJR2o/s320/jpg39%2B033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582597226170006242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll, I am so so excited!!! Tomorrow, I leave with the youth group at my church for Winterfest 2011!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been waiting for this since the end of last year's conference!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is pretty much all that is all my mind! I can't quit thinking about it. I'm not even sure how much my nieces and I will sleep tonight!! Someone may have to knock me out!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, we went to the zoo. I had to take this with my phone, since it's all I had on me! Isn't he awesome!!?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what we are gonna do this year, but I do know that whatever it is, it's going to be EPIC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6981514439202001014?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6981514439202001014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6981514439202001014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6981514439202001014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6981514439202001014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/03/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BnTTxDH7IQc/TXlemW3xuuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jKSmmcgJR2o/s72-c/jpg39%2B033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3189074683761741385</id><published>2011-02-27T17:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:49:16.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God and His infinite wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As long as I can remember, I have never doubted that prayer actually works. Until recently, I had never thought about things that have happened because of prayer. To name a few: when I made my first trip to Honduras, it was going to total around $4000 for tuition and trip money, after praying about it, almost my entire bill was paid by an auction and donations from my church; I never thought that I would make it through college, but thank goodness for a praying mama, because goodness knows without her fervent prayers, I probably never would have made it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now, this morning, I taught on "Hidden Treasure" in Sunday School. Can you guess what this hidden treasure is? It's powerful, it's awesome, it works... It's &lt;b&gt;PRAYER&lt;/b&gt;. Even though the book I am teaching out of is geared toward young people, I have still learned a lot from every chapter so far. First, it amazes me how our BIG God wants to have a daily chat with us about our lives, our everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It struck me that the only way that I was going to get out of retail, and begin working a job that dealt within my degree range was prayer. So, the petitioning began. I started by telling my mom, then my favorite group of people at Life Group, then the facebook group I am in called Christian Women (a group solely for women to embark in intercessory prayer for other women in need). Let me tell you. I waited, I applied. I sent out resumes, perfected my resume, sent it out again, and finally, in my fitness class, the trainer mentioned that the business that supports the wellness program was hiring part-time for an office job. I immediately jumped on it, and I went over my resume and my references, perfected my cover letter (for the millionth time) and emailed it to the lady doing the hiring. I got a follow-up email saying to call her for an interview time. So, Friday morning, I called, and by Friday afternoon around 3:45, I was hired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That, my friends, is how prayer really works. When two or three are gathered in Jesus' name, there He is too. I am so relieved that I can now say that I work at Picture Wellness, and not a department store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PTL.&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/1580800057286670687-3189074683761741385?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3189074683761741385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3189074683761741385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3189074683761741385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3189074683761741385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/02/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3611976592349333738</id><published>2011-02-23T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:27:58.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shape of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cigY_xqW-GU/TWVOh3-wLBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rtzoyRFi_zM/s1600/jpg26%2B064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cigY_xqW-GU/TWVOh3-wLBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rtzoyRFi_zM/s320/jpg26%2B064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576950057438030866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's times like these when I go back into my numerous files of pictures, and I began to relive my experiences in a rural jungle, dancing outside of my comfort zone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I talk about Honduras a lot, but it is where my heart is. The faces, such as the one to the left, is what keeps me going back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fought for so long to keep from going, and finally, God gave me a slight nudge, and BOOM. I landed in a developing country, not know what to expect when we hiked to our first clinic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you step out of that zone of comfort, you begin to grow in a way that you would never imagine. As I sort through photos, I remember the sounds, the smells, and the feel of the environment. It takes me back to that place that my heart longs to be, long term, not short term. It will happen one day, when God sees fit to send me there for a while. Until then, I can relive the happiness of loving on babies through photos of my adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3611976592349333738?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3611976592349333738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3611976592349333738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3611976592349333738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3611976592349333738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-times-like-these-when-i-go-back.html' title='The Shape of My Heart'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cigY_xqW-GU/TWVOh3-wLBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rtzoyRFi_zM/s72-c/jpg26%2B064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-2707025777671059934</id><published>2011-02-12T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T18:46:51.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>Can't Buy Me Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts3dhYyXxa0/TVcaqTHgXpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/thf-JS3m82M/s1600/DSCN0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts3dhYyXxa0/TVcaqTHgXpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/thf-JS3m82M/s320/DSCN0272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572952377882861202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is the day before Valentine's Day, so the image you see above is what my class, and two others will be making for the ladies at church. Cute, no? I thought so too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the idea from a customer that was in my line one day, only she was using doilies instead of construction paper. I figured for a group of 2-11 year old kids, construction paper would be much better. I thought that while the older kids helped hot glue the candy canes to the paper, the younger ones could decorate. I'm not entirely sure yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That isn't all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are going to be "pigs in a blanket" and mini brownie cupcakes for the kids to snack on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is going to so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel free to steal the idea, I know it's pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-2707025777671059934?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/2707025777671059934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=2707025777671059934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2707025777671059934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2707025777671059934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/02/cant-buy-me-love.html' title='Can&apos;t Buy Me Love'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts3dhYyXxa0/TVcaqTHgXpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/thf-JS3m82M/s72-c/DSCN0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4257611927256659548</id><published>2011-02-11T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:40:20.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and There</title><content type='html'>In the past several hours, I have broken two nails. One I broke in my sleep, and the other, well, I'm not sure exactly what happened. Don't ask me how it happened, I just know that they were both broken when I got in the shower. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates from Sunday School land: I started a book study with the kids, and they seem to be enjoying that a little more for some reason. The book is "You Were Made to Make a Difference" by Max Lucado. I believe that they are really starting to grasp just how much God loves them and how no matter how young, they can still make a difference in their community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life in general, I have been trying to see Jesus in everyone and notice the little things about nature and so on that God really took time to create for us a beautiful land. My eyes have really been opened, and now, I can look at the scrawny neighborhood mut, and see the beauty of God, and feel compassion for it. It is really amazing how seeing God in everything can change your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4257611927256659548?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4257611927256659548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4257611927256659548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4257611927256659548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4257611927256659548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/02/here-and-there.html' title='Here and There'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-7192621140364172863</id><published>2011-01-15T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:58:09.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>We Are Called</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TTIxqsusEII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qN_rrABJios/s1600/DSCN0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TTIxqsusEII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qN_rrABJios/s320/DSCN0128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562563099387236482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This greeted me Thursday morning. It is remarkable the way God uses nature to remind me how faithful, loving and beautiful He truly is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I forget just how much he does love me with a passionate, burning love. It is probably a little weird to read a statement like that, but it is so true. God's love isn't like the phrase we use to describe how we feel about a song or book, it is a deep, unfailing love. Believe me, it has taken me some time to really realize this. I never thought about how God loves us. I just knew that he did and that I love him. I also never knew why I loved him. I learn everyday, new reasons why I love God. It would probably be a list as long as the world is around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever get a chance, there is a book called "His Princess Bride: Love Letters from Your Prince," that I think everyone should read. It's by Sheri Rose Shepherd, and it's basically letters of things that Jesus says and promises in the Bible, only put in letter format. Believe me, it will blow your mind to even think about that kind of love. I wish that every person in the world would know the kind of love that God has for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This leads me into what I am teaching in Sunday school tomorrow. I am teaching about how God has called us to serve, love, teach, and what ever else the unfortunates of this country and world. I almost think I am going to take my scrapbook from my trips to Honduras, and maybe some pictures from a mission to New Orleans after hurricane Katrina hit. I know that centers more around service, but we could have a million lessons on service and love and still not cover it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that it is important to instill into young minds the love of Christ and help them get ready to serve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-7192621140364172863?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/7192621140364172863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=7192621140364172863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7192621140364172863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7192621140364172863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-are-called.html' title='We Are Called'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TTIxqsusEII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qN_rrABJios/s72-c/DSCN0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6613019415648065508</id><published>2011-01-12T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:31:29.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look At You in Awe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TS3ijS3kfTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ox81YaBb9rY/s1600/DSCN0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TS3ijS3kfTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ox81YaBb9rY/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561350210860645682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Winter Wonderland. It has been a while since I have seen this much snow, and I am only 22. I couldn't tell you the last time I remember it snowing twice in one winter, enough to make are town close down for a whole day and then early for the next few says. I mean, it has been bad enough to where I wasn't able to go to work yesterday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow rarely hits the Tennessee Valley hard enough to even last a day, but this winter, for some reason it has snowed and left five or more inches on the ground for days, twice already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snapped this picture early this morning, and I thought that it captured part of the essence of God. He is such a master at his work, and it is awe inspiring to look at such a view when you walk out your front door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me that God is ever present and never leaves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6613019415648065508?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6613019415648065508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6613019415648065508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6613019415648065508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6613019415648065508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-look-at-you-in-awe.html' title='I Look At You in Awe'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TS3ijS3kfTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ox81YaBb9rY/s72-c/DSCN0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3357331081255857460</id><published>2011-01-08T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:38:35.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Misbehaving Monkeys</title><content type='html'>Today, I have made up my mind that in my Sunday school classroom, there will no longer be ANY misbehaving. At all. The past few times in class, we have had too many behavioral problems, with all of the kids, not just one. I, in turn, took away the privilege of getting a silly band at the end of class, we haven't done anything fun in three weeks. Tomorrow, I am taking claim on my room, and there will be no more misbehaving. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I ask myself, "What are you gonna do if someone begins to cause problems?" My answer? I have absolutely no clue, but I will figure it out when the time comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have recently been discouraged about how I cannot keep them under control and how I feel that they aren't learning anything because they are focused on the one who is acting like a wild monkey and has no qualms about what he is doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3357331081255857460?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3357331081255857460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3357331081255857460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3357331081255857460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3357331081255857460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/01/misbehaving-monkeys.html' title='Misbehaving Monkeys'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5185093614118486196</id><published>2011-01-04T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:27:28.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>B.F.F.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TSO5MnUsbgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VdqOrVxVnn8/s1600/jpg50%2B126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TSO5MnUsbgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VdqOrVxVnn8/s320/jpg50%2B126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558489991470673410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I spent the day with my childhood B.F.F.E. and her little sister (might as well be mine too). We shopped literally all afternoon, and the above picture is while we were in a little store, we found some awkward glasses, and decided to photograph the awesomeness of the situation.&lt;div&gt;Only true best friends can make fools of themselves while in a public place, and that we did. While we were in Bath &amp;amp; Body Works, we saw a tub filled with rubber duckies, and we both went for the same kind of duck. Mine was clear with green glitter and hers was clear with pink glitter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say these things because no matter how long you are apart from your bestie (in our case it was five months), you will always act alike, have some of the same interests, and be as goofy as you as were when you were when you were ten.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5185093614118486196?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5185093614118486196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5185093614118486196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5185093614118486196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5185093614118486196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2011/01/bffe.html' title='B.F.F.E'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TSO5MnUsbgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VdqOrVxVnn8/s72-c/jpg50%2B126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3689264229740335772</id><published>2010-12-26T16:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:04:23.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowflakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Christmas day, as you already know, and let me tell, it was a GOOD one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a few days, forecasters had been saying we would get some snow, maybe 1-3 inches. I didn't think anything of it because I live in a small, Southeastern Tennessee town that rarely gets snow. I worked all day Christmas eve, then went to my Mamaw's house and had finger foods and opened presents there, then came home. I went to bed, and slept soundly, until I woke up and realized that it was Christmas day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the door, and lo and behold, SNOW!!! It was just a dusting, but it kept falling. After everyone was awake, but still sleepy-eyed, we passed out presents and opened them, and folks, I got THE BEST GIFT OF THE YEAR. My mom got me a ten piece set of Paula Dean cookware. I was thrilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to the snow. It kept falling, and falling, and before long, we had two inches! This was my FIRST ever White Christmas. Over all we ended up with about 7 inches, and today, it is still coming down hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it isn't about snow or presents, but I think that God gave all of us southern folk a nice treat, especially those who have never had a White Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3689264229740335772?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3689264229740335772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3689264229740335772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3689264229740335772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3689264229740335772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6619963146333699215</id><published>2010-12-10T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:37:05.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wooing'/><title type='text'>Woo Me</title><content type='html'>I have decided to return from my short sabbatical from the blog. I wasn't writing, frankly, because I had no words to say, no inspiration. I have recently been learning some things from God, one being that I am His Princess heir. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a book called "His Princess Bride: Love Letters from Your Prince," and began reading it. In the first few pages, I began falling in love with Christ all over again, and realizing that He just wants us to surrender and let Him LOVE us.  He wants to be every girl's "knight in shining armor," her first real love, and her eternal husband. The last part really poke to m as I read those words in the book. I realize that I am only 22, but finding that one man to be with for the rest of my life has been  important to me for some time now. Reading that Jesus wants to be my eternal husband helped me to forget about trying to "find the one." In His time, that special man will come my way, and we will be happy forever. Until then, I am learning to trust Him and let Christ woo me and love on me as He wants to every girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6619963146333699215?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6619963146333699215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6619963146333699215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6619963146333699215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6619963146333699215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/12/woo-me.html' title='Woo Me'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3739990253445853065</id><published>2010-11-24T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:15:55.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>It's Thanksgiving Eve! Yes, I do consider the day before Thanksgiving a holiday, even though no one else does. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured, for today, I could make an abbreviated list of things I am thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jesus saving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My lovely family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A home to keep me warm and safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My car, even though she is a stubborn little thing sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Having clothes to wear in these cold months, when I know that in many villages in Honduras, many people don't have sufficient clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am thankful to have the opportunity to provide Christmas for two beautiful kids I know who's parents are in a rough patch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I am thankful for my friends and the time that we get to hang out and be typical girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. For the cooler weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. For the experiences I have had in Honduras that opened my eyes to a hurting world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. For the many years to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3739990253445853065?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3739990253445853065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3739990253445853065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3739990253445853065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3739990253445853065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5251264478508233564</id><published>2010-11-15T09:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:45:08.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect yourself'/><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I taught on respect. What a touchy subject for a group of 7-11 year old kids. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they learned something though. I asked who they should respect, besides God, and they named all the normal answers, but left out one very important person. Themselves. They all looked puzzled when I said that they were leaving out one very important person, and they began going through the Trinity and I kept saying, "Yes, but no." It clicked when I said, "Yourselves." Each one was like, "OH YEAH! MYSELF!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that when taught about respect, the lessons don't usually include respecting themselves. It usually involves preaching to them about not misbehaving, back talking, and how they respect their elders and parents, but the self is never brought up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that it is imperative that we begin teaching the children of the world to respect themselves, early in life. That way they can love themselves and not cause their bodies harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me for the soap box rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5251264478508233564?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5251264478508233564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5251264478508233564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5251264478508233564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5251264478508233564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/11/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-1909338343609510178</id><published>2010-11-09T11:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:17:51.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love for all things Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas trees'/><title type='text'>You Didn't Tell Me I had to Drill</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had the pleasure of going to a friend's house and... PUT UP A CHRISTMAS TREE!!!!!!!!! If you know me well, then you know my love for all things Christmas. So, naturally, when asked if I could come over and help with the raising of a tree, I immediately said YES very enthusiastically, via text message of course. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived at her house and was greeted by hugs and screams, and the phrase, "COME LOOK AT MY KITCHEN!" Now, obviously, these screams and hugs came from a few little girls that are oh so precious and adorable, so after all the excitement over a new kitchen play set had waned, I went back to the kitchen where AB was cooking. She informed me that I would be in charge of the tree, which is awesome, because that's my FAVORITE part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After putting it together, I do this thing (as taught to me by my mama) called, "fluffing the tree." I was quickly invaded by questions from the youngest little girl, wondering what in the world I was doing. I told her that I was fluffing the tree. She proceeded to help me "fluff the tree," all the while saying, over and over, "fluff the tree, fluff the tree!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea that the tree was covered in glitter, or "blitter" if you are a 3 year old child. So, by the time we were finished, the entire living room was covered in glitter, and so was every body in the house, probably even the puppies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know that I had also been brought to the house to do some drilling, but I managed to get a shelf hanged and helped get a lighted wreath suspended from a canopy. I just love being crafty. Even though I'm not very good at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that was my Monday evening. I loved every minute of it, even being climbed on by two little monkeys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-1909338343609510178?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/1909338343609510178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=1909338343609510178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1909338343609510178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1909338343609510178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-didnt-tell-me-i-had-to-drill.html' title='You Didn&apos;t Tell Me I had to Drill'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5241780600266112327</id><published>2010-11-01T18:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:11:43.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving the Least of These</title><content type='html'>Lately, God has been dealing with some things in my life, which is why I haven't written in a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is an important part of my life, I love it. I think of music as a mode of emotional expression and a way to show your passion about something. However, there are certain types of music that I feel I have been challenged to get out of my life. Not that they are evil or anything, just that they keep me from being right-minded, for lack of a better saying. It had caused me to take my focus off of God and my job as a Sunday school teacher, and being a servant of Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have teaching on seeing the face of Jesus in people who may not be the cleanest or the healthiest to my class. I talked to them yesterday about how even if the person stinks and hasn't bathed in a while, they should try their best to serve him or her as Jesus would have. This can be hard to do, I understand, but I also believe that in order for this upcoming generation to understand what serving God is, they need to learn that if they see Jesus in the face of that person, and do a kind act for them, or, help them in anyway, then what they did for them, they did for Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song "Give Me Your Eyes" by Brandon Heath has been on my heart lately. I pray the lyrics at times because I want to see people how God sees them, I want to love people like God loves them. It has become my passion to serve the least of these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5241780600266112327?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5241780600266112327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5241780600266112327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5241780600266112327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5241780600266112327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/11/serving-least-of-these.html' title='Serving the Least of These'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5805825830875299387</id><published>2010-10-23T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:37:09.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>Taking Advice from Jesus</title><content type='html'>What Would Jesus Do?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently found a book that I have had for years that was stashed away in a box with some old movies. The book is entitled "What Would Jesus Do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's basically a book with answers to every day life questions, such as, "What would Jesus do if he knew someone was doing something wrong?" I never really gave the book any thought until I found it the other day, and figured it would be good to use for my lovely Sunday school class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, we could all take some advice from Jesus, right? It is filled with Bible verses on each subject, and little comments from individuals like Mother Teresa and others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall let you know how it goes, but I'm sure it will go over well. My kids are eager to learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5805825830875299387?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5805825830875299387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5805825830875299387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5805825830875299387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5805825830875299387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/taking-advice-from-jesus.html' title='Taking Advice from Jesus'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3040591996890952047</id><published>2010-10-21T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:55:08.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Possible?</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to love someone who you don't even know yet?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a question I have been turning over in my head for a while now. I have known that I will eventually marry someone, but of course, I am not even sure of who it is at this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that, I feel as though I love the person already, which sounds absolutely insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, there isn't a day that goes by that I do not think about that person, and feel the love for him in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to think about it all the time because, eventually, it wears me down that I am still single. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for the weirdness of this post. I had to write it out, so here I put it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3040591996890952047?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3040591996890952047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3040591996890952047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3040591996890952047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3040591996890952047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-it-possible.html' title='Is It Possible?'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-403813647545680190</id><published>2010-10-18T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:12:55.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Discourse Among the Nation</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say, even though I am only 22 years old, that I am shocked at how much the world (mainly the U.S.) has changed. I remember when I was little, I was made to play outside, at least a little, every single day until it got too cold. Now, kids plop themselves down in front of a screen and play computer games or video games. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also remember the days when if I tried to wear shorts that were even a little too short, I would be sent back into my room to change into what my mom called "something decent." I cannot believe some of the things parents consider decent these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me old-fashioned or strange if you like, but I just do not appreciate seeing a boy's behind hanging out of his pants, or seeing a girl whose skirt is so short, you can see everything, if you catch my drift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know that in no way am I imparting judgement upon these individuals, but I do believe that it is up to the parent to say the 'n' word, referring to the word NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can honestly say that I have taken my nieces shopping (ages 11 and 13) and they describe the clothes that celebrity designers are putting out there as trashy and unappealing. The fact that their mom (my sister) has instilled into them that wearing a skirt that shows their bottoms, or a shirt so tight and low, they may as well go without one, is not a way that they want to represent themselves. Again, no judgement imparted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about it today, how different things are, and how socially acceptable things are now that wouldn't have flown over so easy just a decade ago. It saddens me to see these things change like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-403813647545680190?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/403813647545680190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=403813647545680190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/403813647545680190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/403813647545680190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/discourse-among-nation.html' title='Discourse Among the Nation'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-858623285951204034</id><published>2010-10-17T16:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:00:49.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah&apos;s Ark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love for Christmas music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Promises and the Ark</title><content type='html'>Again, I am still listening to Christmas music. It doesn't hurt to get in the spirit early. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I wrote about my wonderful Sunday school lesson. Now, I'm going to tell you about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I taught on Noah's Ark. I'm sure you think, "Lady, you teach 9-11 year olds, not four year olds." I thought the same thing, at first, until I read the whole lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was on God's promises, and promises in general. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know the story: God tells Noah to build an ark, which made him the laughing stock of the community. The joke was on those people when it rained for forty days and forty nights, and the water stuck around for around five months. The raven Noah sent out, just flew back and forth, the dove he sent out, came back twice and didn't return the third time. God told Noah that he was putting a sign on earth as a covenant. That sign was a rainbow. It was God's promise that he wouldn't send a flood to destroy the whole earth and all of man again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then talked about what promises are, and how absolutely no promise should be broken, and how it felt when a friend breaks a promise, especially if it involves a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you, but I haven't forgot about God's promises to me. He has given me plenty of rainbows to remind me that he has not forgotten, nor broken his promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very thankful that he hasn't forgotten that promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-858623285951204034?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/858623285951204034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=858623285951204034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/858623285951204034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/858623285951204034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/promises-and-ark.html' title='Promises and the Ark'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-299390669901239244</id><published>2010-10-16T12:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T12:14:45.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling like a zombie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Power and Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have neglected writing here, as well in my journal! The reason I haven't written here is because I have been dealing with myself being dumb and doubtful. I didn't think when I became a Sunday School teacher that I would suddenly begin to think that I am no good at it and that I am too boring for the kids. I did, even though people kept telling me that I am doing a great job and the kids are enjoying it so much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got to the point where I would put off trying to even search for a lesson until the Friday or Saturday before. Today, (Saturday) I thought to myself, "Guess I better go try to find a lesson on-line since I don't have one written out yet." I usually do not use the internet for my lessons, but today I did, and I am glad that I did too. I typed in "Sunday school lessons for 9-11," and a lesson on Noah's ark and promises came up. For some reason, I went to it, and I read it, and knew instantly that it was my lesson for Sunday (tomorrow). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that something good will come out of this lesson and that the class will enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I have to fight now, is to not feel like a zombie when I get up in the morning. I haven't gotten much sleep in two days, like roughly 5 hours, and on top of that I have a cold, thanks to my lovely mama. I feel a little like a walking dead person right now, but with some cold medicine, I'm sure that weird little feeling will go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to share my affinity for Christmas, Christmas music, Christmas music, and Christmastime in general. In fact, I have internet radio pulled up and Christmas music is playing. To top it off, I just finished watching "Elf" the movie, which is my favorite Christmas movie ever. I love to start Christmas stuff early. People think I am crazy, but is my absolute FAVORITE time of year! What can I say? In all caps, just for you: I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-299390669901239244?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/299390669901239244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=299390669901239244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/299390669901239244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/299390669901239244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-and-christmas.html' title='Power and Christmas'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-9025312217512318528</id><published>2010-10-12T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:27:35.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as I know it'/><title type='text'>Victorious</title><content type='html'>This week, our church is hosting a revival, and God has been on the move, and people have been healed, set free, and walls have crumbled beneath us. It has been a few months since our last revival, and I (along with many others) was in need of a serious refurbishing of the fire inside of me. Not that it ever completely died out, but I needed a fresh spark&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the real reason I came to write, is Sunday school. Sunday, I only had two kids, and both happen to be related to me. So, we spend the forty-five minutes discussing miracles that Jesus performed, and how awesome and big he is. We put our requests into the prayer box and left. It seems that when you do not have a room full of boisterous children, time can pass pretty slowly. So, when it was almost time to leave, we were discussing fall festivals and pin ball toys. Yes, a small diversion away from the glory of Christ, but the bell was ringing, so it's okay, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-9025312217512318528?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/9025312217512318528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=9025312217512318528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/9025312217512318528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/9025312217512318528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/victorious.html' title='Victorious'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5536951272872106499</id><published>2010-10-08T08:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:36:39.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>I cannot decide on whether or not I want to write a Sunday school lesson, or just wing it. I mean, I already have the stories of miracles picked out, even though I hate to limit the number, I'm just not sure if I wanna go and write a whole lesson. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus did many great things, and by telling a few of the stories of accounted for miracles, I am hoping that the kids can see just how big their God is. I know they understand that they have a BIG God, but do they really understand his compassion, his healing nature, his love for his children? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have put it off for two weeks just because I'm just not certain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I strongly dislike being uncertain. I am a person who wants things done days ahead, and perfect. The last lesson I wrote was on worship, and I think that after I wrote out the lesson, i read over it at least four times a day, just to make sure that I had not left anything out and that it was written enough in the vernacular for my class to understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to dumb it down too much because I want my kid's minds to expand in both knowledge and vocabulary. So much of today's words are abbreviations and what I call "text talk." No one really sits down to meaningful face-to-face conversations anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was sort of a soap box, and I am stepping off of it now. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I guess, I will just read over the stories and see if I should write anything out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5536951272872106499?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5536951272872106499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5536951272872106499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5536951272872106499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5536951272872106499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-1282744182486374291</id><published>2010-10-06T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:49:21.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKyymnxXolI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r8xDLoXGrK8/s1600/jpg011+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKyymnxXolI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r8xDLoXGrK8/s320/jpg011+303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524987219457581650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day, I have a reason to thank my wonderful God. He lets me wake, he lets me breath, live, socialize, and basically, he keeps me going. I have to take my time today in thanking him for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank him for the beautiful sunsets and sunrises that he lets me see on a day to day basis. For example, the sunset above. This is one reason why I love living in the country. You get an unadulterated view of how impossibly beautiful God is. He paints the skies just for us, everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-1282744182486374291?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/1282744182486374291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=1282744182486374291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1282744182486374291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1282744182486374291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKyymnxXolI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r8xDLoXGrK8/s72-c/jpg011+303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5268023364983622591</id><published>2010-10-05T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:33:28.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honduras'/><title type='text'>Rio Viejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKtDbT0QcnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7Z85WIU4qJQ/s1600/jpg41+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKtDbT0QcnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7Z85WIU4qJQ/s320/jpg41+082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524583504355029618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how when you love something so much, it sometimes hurts to be away from it? Well, I am having a day like that today. The picture above is from my most recent stay in a village in Rio Viejo, Honduras. The team and I walked down to the river to take a quick dip before dinner because, well, it's pretty hot there sometimes (well, a lot of times). It'shard to believe that during the rainy season, the rocks where I am standing are completely submerged beneath a raging river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past adventure was harder to leave for some reason. It's like the more I go, the more I want to stay and never come home. I think that a piece of my heart is still at Dyer Rural Jungle Hospital, in that beautiful rain forest of Rio Viejo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5268023364983622591?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5268023364983622591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5268023364983622591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5268023364983622591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5268023364983622591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/rio-viejo.html' title='Rio Viejo'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKtDbT0QcnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7Z85WIU4qJQ/s72-c/jpg41+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-7256183299003885351</id><published>2010-10-02T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:02:51.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Church and Food</title><content type='html'>Today, I made homemade pumpkin-raisin scones AND black and white brownies; which means there is cheesecake batter dropped into the pan of uncooked brownies. Let e just say that it smell REALLY good in my house right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you making all those wonderfully delicious sweets, you may ask? Well, tomorrow is my church's homecoming. I figure I should make something to go along with all of the yummy food that will be involved tomorrow. I mean, chicken n' dumplings, fried chicken, turkey and dressing, macaroni and cheese, and many, many more dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so very thankful that I live in the great south. People sure know how to cook some great southern traditions when it comes to church get together's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I am looking forward to all the good food tomorrow. Oh, I cannot wait!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-7256183299003885351?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/7256183299003885351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=7256183299003885351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7256183299003885351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7256183299003885351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/10/church-and-food.html' title='Church and Food'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3796925187566363101</id><published>2010-09-29T16:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T14:02:10.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I finally finished my second model's photos. I can now share them with you, with her permission of course. Her name is Cassidy, and she happens to be my best friend from college. (I can say that now, since I graduated and all.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKTPnJI8J_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/I6aiZshMfhY/s320/jpg46+010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522767314438334450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One last shot from the local park. She wanted a field, so we found one. Which isn't hard when you are in the south. There just happens to be fields everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKTOAINurvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/K_yWG2T-yag/s320/jpg46+022.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522765544663461618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, she is sitting on some old railroad tracks. This is at the Mill too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKTNBIA5M5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kOsmt-vs5rY/s320/jpg46+014.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522764462277866386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call this the superstar door. You know, because of the rock star feel, the black door and the red star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKOquVGiX8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/BH_3Va7yZ8k/s320/jpg46+015.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522445281001627586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at a local landmark know as "The Mill." I have to say that this one is my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKOoj0X2C3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZUXSZYlZ1-M/s320/jpg46+004.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522442901393902450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at a local park. Absolutely beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I promise to quit showcasing my best of friends on here!! I just needed to give ya'll a break from my Sunday school fever. Don't worry, it will return as soon as a begin writing my lesson on miracles. I figured that hearing a few miracles by Jesus will be good for them. For now, adiós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1580800057286670687-3796925187566363101?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3796925187566363101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3796925187566363101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3796925187566363101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3796925187566363101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-i-finally-finished-my-second.html' title='My Favorite Hobby'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKTPnJI8J_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/I6aiZshMfhY/s72-c/jpg46+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3595452681746916712</id><published>2010-09-28T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:58:42.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Pico Bonito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKKAhDBwLDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VnKmGvpn39c/s1600/jpg41+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKKAhDBwLDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VnKmGvpn39c/s320/jpg41+042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522117398346345522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above picture is of the waterfall in Pico Bonito National Park in Honduras. You can see it from the mountain road, but my team and I had the amazing chance to see it up close. The only way to get there was an intense hike. I think that it was definitely worth it, in the end. I was able to capture the image, even though it doesn't do the beauty of the falls justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3595452681746916712?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3595452681746916712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3595452681746916712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3595452681746916712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3595452681746916712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/hiking-pico-bonito.html' title='Hiking Pico Bonito'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TKKAhDBwLDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VnKmGvpn39c/s72-c/jpg41+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5736407661003344847</id><published>2010-09-27T11:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:57:11.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>GASP! Worship!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so after my nerves got the best  of me, my lesson on worship turned out beautifully. The class was unbelievably participative and LOVED the pre-class worship session!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know! GASP!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought that a class that ranges in ages from 7 to 11 would even remotely enjoy a completely quiet moment to bask in the glory of God, for the duration of a song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was completely shocked. At the end of the lesson, I told them that we would be doing the pre-class worship session weekly, they all cheered, "YAAAAY!!!!" I am so glad that they are eager to praise God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know that this is totally off subject, but I am getting a wireless modem today, which means that I will finally be able to blog about Pico Bonito National Park in Atlantida, Honduras. The reason I can't so it now is because I am having to use the PC instead of my laptop, which happens to have all of my pictures on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5736407661003344847?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5736407661003344847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5736407661003344847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5736407661003344847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5736407661003344847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/gasp-worship.html' title='GASP! Worship!'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3807144236669813680</id><published>2010-09-25T18:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:50:39.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves and Fear</title><content type='html'>I can't help but to be nervous about my lesson tomorrow. It's something that is really going to be hard for the kids to sit still and not get bored; but, they need to hear it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of them are at the age where it's time to understand the art of worship and why we do it. I feel that the newest session I am introducing in the morning will help them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to start class of by dimming the lights and turning on a worship song, so they can get a feel for the atmosphere. I hope that by doing this, God will light a flame in their hearts that will burn for worship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that we all are anointed for worship. Even the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that they will understand the lesson and take it to heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3807144236669813680?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3807144236669813680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3807144236669813680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3807144236669813680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3807144236669813680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/nerves-and-fear.html' title='Nerves and Fear'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6741884350827919457</id><published>2010-09-22T10:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:22:13.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:.Hobby.:</title><content type='html'>I have always loved taking pictures, it is something that my mom instilled into me when I was little. You see, she works in a photo lab that has huge clients and I've watched her work all my life, thus falling in love with the art. i would love to turn this hobby into a paid hobby. I would never do it full-time because my passion is teaching the correlation between science and God to eager young minds, not only in the U.S., but in other countries as well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preferably&lt;/span&gt; Honduras. I thought that I could throw in a few pictures, just ones that are on my PC, the others are on my laptop, so maybe another post later? Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Anna. My first model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519756884419663698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJodpDZZ11I/AAAAAAAAAFs/10OcQn9S7m8/s320/Anna+Harris+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519753272213928306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJoaWy4ceXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1P9s_f7PXSw/s320/Anna+Harris+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Anna. She was willing to be my model for the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519754996081041442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJob7IyZICI/AAAAAAAAAFk/D49ZTrF-KS4/s320/Anna+Harris+024.JPG" /&gt;Again, Anna. I feel like this one has a bit of an "Alice in Wonderland" feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have another "shoot" Friday, so, hopefully she will give me permission to post her on here. Also, I have a few from my travels to post, but that will have to wait until wireless is set up in my house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, there will be an update about my lesson coming soon. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; have to read over it and make sure that it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6741884350827919457?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6741884350827919457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6741884350827919457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6741884350827919457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6741884350827919457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/hobby.html' title=':.Hobby.:'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJodpDZZ11I/AAAAAAAAAFs/10OcQn9S7m8/s72-c/Anna+Harris+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6283963985851236848</id><published>2010-09-20T10:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:30:16.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation and Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Y'all&lt;/span&gt;, we finally finished the Creation yesterday! And yes, I have pictures of the final product of my (our) Sunday school room!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519016263392168018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJd8DPEYCFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Dxgo7HsuCiI/s320/SS+and+me+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have to admit, Adam and Eve look stellar. A special thanks to a lovely young lady from the Youth Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519014851889378850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJd6xEz4tiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pXcsNHIaHo0/s320/SS+and+me+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our "Tree of Life," and our pond. Notice the pretty little flowers and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;butterflies&lt;/span&gt; that flood the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519013249213195410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJd5TyYG5JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iN-y0IxIalo/s320/SS+and+me+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the wall with our "Prayer Cloud." Yes, it reads Psalm 19:14, which happens to be my college benediction, I think it's a good little prayer to end with each Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519011832864016818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJd4BWEJibI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gd438UYfnlg/s320/SS+and+me+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our Sunshine corner. Notice the "special" birds flying around. They are described as, and I quote, "torpedoes flying at each other," thanks class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, this was a blast to do, but, I am very thankful that it is over. Now, it's back to business. Next week, we are starting a lesson on worship, and ways to worship. I am going to try and teach them that they don't have to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to raise their hands and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I plan on this becoming a more discussion based lesson. We are even going to start a short worship session in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Updates on how the lesson is coming along sometime this week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6283963985851236848?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6283963985851236848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6283963985851236848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6283963985851236848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6283963985851236848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/creation-and-art.html' title='Creation and Art'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TJd8DPEYCFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Dxgo7HsuCiI/s72-c/SS+and+me+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3946922393346186774</id><published>2010-09-17T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:01:59.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>"Worship, really?"</title><content type='html'>This Sunday, we are finishing the Creation and our decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about my next lesson that I believe is going to be a toughy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only will it be tough to teach, it is a very serious subject matter in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship. Many of you are probably thinking, "Worship, really?" For adults, worship is something that we undertand and comprehend as something that we as faithful Christians should do. However, seeing that I do not teach adults, but a "Tweens" class, it is going to be very difficult for them to pay attention and grasp what I am going to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is ask God to give me the words to speak to my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3946922393346186774?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3946922393346186774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3946922393346186774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3946922393346186774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3946922393346186774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/worship-really.html' title='&quot;Worship, really?&quot;'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3687543304906089995</id><published>2010-09-14T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:14:41.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Plastic Wrap and Misshaped Birds</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that I promised pictures of the kids working on their project (of the Creation), but the thing is, trying to maintain a calm environment and keep paint off the floor is a rather daunting task. We only made it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; one section of our project, and that was the stained glass part, so I am very glad that the messiest part is over. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the kids painted, my assistant, Amber, and I worked on making birds. I will definitely post a picture of our special little creations when this whole thing is finished. We also made a tree. I can openly admit that I am not the most artistically inclined individual, and I am also allowed to say that my bird was a "hot mess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the painting was a success, but next week they will be saddened to know that all they get to do is make flowers. and little animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this idea of awesome-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;! So, we were trying to figure out what to do about water, since,  you know, God did create it and all, and included it in the story, we just didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it out and my mom gave me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; to use blue plastic wrap... Now, I know they make it, I just wasn't sure where to find it. So, Sunday, I arrived to class, went to grab some of the plastic stuff to cover the table and floor, and lo and behold, there was some blue plastic stuff!!! Needless to say, I cut me some of that stuff, and tomorrow, I will be putting it on the wall!! It will make a darling pond!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have pictures to post when it is finished and the room is cleaned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3687543304906089995?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3687543304906089995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3687543304906089995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3687543304906089995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3687543304906089995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/blue-plastic-wrap-and-misshaped-birds.html' title='Blue Plastic Wrap and Misshaped Birds'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3786026919070561864</id><published>2010-09-09T14:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:51:07.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint and New Carpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TIko55n2JCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HUJ3JQg3fD4/s1600/Sunday+School+Stuff+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514984193877484578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TIko55n2JCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HUJ3JQg3fD4/s320/Sunday+School+Stuff+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promised pictures of the supplies I planned (and did) purchase &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for our big project in Sunday School, a.k.a. Creation Decoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, above is the only one I could get to load, so I will explain the products you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, two HUGE packs of construction paper for making flowers and animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, two sets of stained glass sets, one being zoo animals and the other butterflies and flowers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which after they are dry, will be hung from the ceiling, awesome, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two things that are covered are poster puddy and dry erase markers (and eraser) for our white &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;board. Now, I have to explain why we decided to purchase Silly Bandz. As you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting a child to actually memorize anything and have them report it back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is insanely difficult. So, Amber and I thought that giving one Silly Band to each person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that said the Memory Verse would create class-wide participation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because who doesn't want to win yet another Silly Band to add to their HUGE collection?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brilliant, I know. I owe my mom a thank you for that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As soon as we are finished decorating, I will attempt to post a picture of my BEAUTIFUL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will move on to tell you that my sister is also a SS teacher at my church, only she is more brave and teaches the young ages of 2 to 5 years old. This Saturday is a church-wide cleaning day, instead, I will be helping her paint her classroom white, because she too is taking on a big decorating project. She will be letting her kids put their handprints on the wall, which should be fun to clean up when all of them have decorated the wall with their paint covered hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so excited to be starting this project finally, as is my class. Let's just hope that no paint is dropped on our wonderful new carpet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3786026919070561864?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3786026919070561864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3786026919070561864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3786026919070561864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3786026919070561864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/paint-and-new-carpet.html' title='Paint and New Carpet'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/TIko55n2JCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HUJ3JQg3fD4/s72-c/Sunday+School+Stuff+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-2336520802105495528</id><published>2010-09-06T12:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:54:46.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egypt'/><title type='text'>No Gum Allowed, Especially in Egypt</title><content type='html'>I promised an update, and let's just say that it is a very good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, last Sunday, I had behavior problems out of my SS kids. This week however, they turned their behavior around and behaved like angels, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aside from one kid, but everyone would call it ADD, I call it unwilling to pay attention to the teacher. I stood on one leg through most of the lesson holding his chair down with the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I taught on the Plagues of Egypt and my assistant drew them. However, what you don't know is that after we finished the lesson, the kids each were able to tell me at least one of the plagues, if not more, without looking at anything. I was a proud teacher at that very moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my assistant and I have decided that there will be a "NO GUM ALLOWED" rule enforced starting this Sunday, and continuing on for forever. Here is the back story: One of the kids, we will call him Tom, had like FIVE pieces of gum in his mouth when he came in. Not only was it in his mouth, but he had been playing with it in his hands, which equals for a very sticky mess. So, after the kids left for Children's Church, I decided to clean the table because of his sticky little hand prints. HAHA!! While I was cleaning, I realized that his chair was completely covered in more sticky little hand prints. So, I then proceeded to clean the chair, luckily it was just one of those metal fold out chairs. Hence, the NO GUM ALLOWED rule. Ever. We haven't decided on what to do if the kids give us attitude about it. I guess that I will personally escort them to their parents, and let them know the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time, and next week's update will be even better, and it may include a few photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-2336520802105495528?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/2336520802105495528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=2336520802105495528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2336520802105495528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2336520802105495528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-gum-allowed-especially-in-egypt.html' title='No Gum Allowed, Especially in Egypt'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-1440905376082412752</id><published>2010-09-04T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:54:55.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Plagues and Unleavened Bread</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, I did slack on getting the lesson finished this week. I finished only a few short hours ago, and yet, I feel like it is lacking in some area. I suppose we will find out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the kid's big "test" to see if they are going to act like humans instead of last week's example of wild &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;banshees&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure the threat of having to sit through their parent's class helped clear up their insolent behavior, but we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lesson is on the ten plagues and passover. However, I did a summary of the plaques because it is such a long story. I'm sure I would lose their attention in, oh, say 0.02 seconds, if I even tried to read the full story from the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my lovely assistant Amber to draw out the plagues on our marker board as we go... She said that she would try and I told her the point was for it to look crazy. Maybe it will keep their attention a little bit focused and less on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for keeping them out of trouble, I will be placing a chair in between each person to better enforce the "Keep your hands to yourself" rule. Hopefully this will work, seeing as my classroom is rather small. Which reminds me, I need to post a picture of my room!!! It is so adorable. I think I shall wait until we get finished with the Creation story because by then it will be completely decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must get some sleep so I will be fully alert and ready to conquer any problem that we will have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give an update on Monday. Let's pray for good news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-1440905376082412752?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/1440905376082412752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=1440905376082412752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1440905376082412752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1440905376082412752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/plagues-and-unleavened-bread.html' title='Plagues and Unleavened Bread'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-8209830429201975215</id><published>2010-09-03T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:57:36.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>Stalling</title><content type='html'>It's Friday and I have yet to write that Sunday School lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me a bad teacher? I sure hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of my really good friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire day cleaning my house and still did not get finished, which, in turn, means that I have to get up with the chickens to finish because we are having friends over tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing the only thing left &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; do is vacuum and mop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my high school plays our biggest rival in football and I can't be there because of the splendid birthday party going on at the same time. It's okay though, I will be there in spirit. GO BEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should quit stalling now and go get ready...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-8209830429201975215?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/8209830429201975215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=8209830429201975215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8209830429201975215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8209830429201975215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/09/stalling.html' title='Stalling'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4515145842314185632</id><published>2010-08-30T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:55:00.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kool-aid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>I May Need a Therapist After This</title><content type='html'>For the record, yesterday was one big test on my patience as a new Sunday school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, my class got in trouble for not quieting down and listening to the great story/lesson I was about to begin. Also, how to you keep kids from giggling during prayer time? Really kids, prayer is important, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, one of the girls fell out of her chair, not once but twice. This one is going to be trouble. I would compare her to a hurricane because no matter where she goes, there is some destruction. Also, falling out of  a chair in a dress that isn't long is very unlady-like, especially when there are boys in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I did get them to participate, but I couldn't keep them quiet, so we disturbed the teen class in the other room. I felt bad, I have no idea what was wrong with these children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up telling them that if they came in that way next week, I would cancel Sunday school and they would have to go sit with their parents in the adult SS classes. That maybe a little unfair, but I didn't sign up to teach wild banchees about Jesus and God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my assistant and I did Children's Church during the service. Let me say this, I am taking my name off the rotation list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Children's church is for children, not 11 and 12 year old tweens. This caused a big distraction and one of the girls (the same one who fell out of her chair twice) got in trouble for giving me attitude, like a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the kids under the age of like eight were the best behaved, which you wouldn't expect. This could be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told me assistant that I was taking my name off the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we played with Play-Doh, I helped the babies make creations of "ginger mans" and the letter "Z."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack time rolled around and we passed out Cheez-its and nasty fruit punch stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back for 0.5 seconds, and the youngest girl had a red trail all the way down the front of her shirt, and into the floor. This wasn't a huge problem because of the advent of Shout (it out!!). So, she and I went to the bathroom to get as much out as possible, all the while, learning the words "purple" and "rug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, story time. But, in between all the fruit punch mess, all the older kids finished and began wrecking havoc on the teen room and each other. (This is beginning to be an EPIC FAIL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got everyone settled, we read them three stories that all went together, then we played music and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, I kept repeating to myself, "I'm taking my name off the list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was over. Fin. Finito. DONE! FINISHED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I should go home and find some kind of nerve pill, but instead I cooked a feast for seven and laid on my bed with my youngest niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I will not be doing Children's church again, and my SS class WILL obey classroom rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all folks. Maybe next week it will be a happier post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4515145842314185632?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4515145842314185632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4515145842314185632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4515145842314185632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4515145842314185632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-may-need-therapist-after-this.html' title='I May Need a Therapist After This'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3088812535310122295</id><published>2010-08-27T15:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:10:15.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Bullying</title><content type='html'>After a few days of utter discouragement, I am now happy to say that I have efficiently written a powerful lesson on David and Goliath for my beautiful kids in my Sunday School class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it took me longer than I wanted, it came out nicely, and this week, more dialogue will be taking place in my little corner of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this lesson being about David and Goliath, I thought I could talk about how we all have Goliaths' in our daily lives. Bullies are a big thing now, and what better way to talk about them than to tie it in to a lesson about David and Goliath, who was a big bully to not only David, but to all the Israelites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we know how the story ended, David killed Goliath with just a sling shot and one stone, but we cannot tell the children to go out and stone their bullies, that my friends is murder in the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I explain it is, if a bully is tormenting them, they should stand up and inform an adult. Bullying is terrifying, and I can speak from experience. The child being bullied is always afraid to say anything for the fear of being beaten or swirlied even worse. In the long run, telling an adult, whether it be a teacher, a parent, or an office official, it could save the child's life. The child has the power from God to be brave and conquer his or her fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goliath was nothing but a big punk, and without the power of God, he had nothing on the Israelites. He went at the Israelites with a spear and a javelin, but what he didn't know was that David packed a secret weapon. His name is God. God supplied David with the power, bravery and skill to bring down that big bully. After Goliath had fallen to the small boy, the Philistines were now and eternally the Israelites subjects (servants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that my Sunday school kids understand the importance of having God on their side because he will bring them through so many uncomfortable storms in their lives to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3088812535310122295?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3088812535310122295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3088812535310122295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3088812535310122295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3088812535310122295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-bullying.html' title='On Bullying'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6478701781172225863</id><published>2010-08-23T12:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:12:42.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Love Never Fails Us</title><content type='html'>You will be very happy to know that my lesson in my NEW Sunday school class was a hit!! I believe that deep down, the kids enjoyed learning about love. Even though we had a few who couldn't seem to sit still for more than a few seconds. This, I am okay with because at least they were in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to them that loving is very important, even if it is someone that they truly dislike, or if it is a kid in their class at school that smells and looks like they hadn't bathed in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passionately believe that we should love on "the least of these." They are most important in my eyes, and if I can convince my kids of this, then I will consider my life a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is everywhere, we just have to learn to bring it out in every situation. Love never fails us, therefore, we should never fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very adamant that children learn to love each other and the world. I would call it my mission to love on people. Young people, older people, poor people, or rich people. They are all beautiful in God's eyes and deserve our love. ("our" being Christians)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you do nothing else, teach your kids to love. You can learn to love too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6478701781172225863?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6478701781172225863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6478701781172225863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6478701781172225863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6478701781172225863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-never-fails-us.html' title='Love Never Fails Us'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5040321429565641373</id><published>2010-08-21T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:56:46.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Love and Brownies</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I begin teaching Sunday School at my church for a class cutely named "Kingdom's Kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me say that I love love LOVE the age groupd, and the kids, that I will be teaching!!! I teach ages 9-11, they will 'graduate' to the teen class at 12! Last week was a trial run, with me not knowing that the class would become mine, so I feel that I did my best, considering I wasn't prepared at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, tomorrow, I am going to rock this teaching gig as well as I can! I wrote a beautiful lesson on Love. I think that one thing the kids will pull away from this lesson is that love is indeed needed immensely in this world, and that it is a Christian's job to show it to everyone on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make my lovely children brownies and let them write letters to people they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of this is going on, amazing worship music will be playing in the background, giving everyone a sense of God's Holy presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll I am so very excited for this journey to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I proceed, I will write stories about my beautiful class, and I may even post a picture of their beautiful faces!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5040321429565641373?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5040321429565641373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5040321429565641373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5040321429565641373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5040321429565641373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-and-brownies.html' title='Love and Brownies'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-8986565074074357652</id><published>2010-08-18T19:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:06:02.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Fairytale Charmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Personal claims on things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that aren't real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things that only you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A feud between friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;both claiming a fairytale charmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Claiming that he is theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreaming, letting your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;brain wander off to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a place only you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is something I found in an old, small notebook from my junior year of high school. I could probably go to far in depth about who this small story is about, but for reasons that only I can understand, I shall keep that to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This "fairytale charmer" just happend to break my fragile heart, not just once, but twice, without ever realizing that he did it. I was ignorant and remained friends with him long enough for it to happen twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I assume that I wrote this at a time when God was not the most important person in my life and I let "life" get to me. I also assume that the two girls feuding over "fairytale charmer" were dumb enough to even believe that he would ever give either of them a chance, which later, he ended up giving one of them a very undeserved chance. I was not that girl, which only made me try harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Luckily, I am not that high school junior anymore. Now, I could care less if a guy gives me any attention at all. I mean, yes it is nice, but I do not crave it as I did then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's funny how we can change over just a few short years. That was only five years ago, and here I sit, graduated from University, 22 years old, and clinging to God even tighter than I ever thought I would. He keeps me sane.&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/1580800057286670687-8986565074074357652?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/8986565074074357652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=8986565074074357652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8986565074074357652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8986565074074357652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/08/fairytale-charmer.html' title='Fairytale Charmer'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-2218721464859718346</id><published>2010-08-12T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:52:45.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untimely Accidents and Summer Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July 31, 2010: Lee University Commencement began at 10:3 A.M. with me being in line to receive my degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, it is August 12, 2010, 100 degrees outside and where am I at? Home. Not at the job of my dreams or in my own little humble abode; home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't expect to snag a job as soon as my feet came off the stage, but you would think that with a Bachelor's in Health Science, there would be employers waiting to hire willing hearts, such as mine. I have searched high and low, but every place wants you to be a nurse, a doctor, or have a Master's or to be certified in something I know that I am capable of doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;In high school, they imbed it into your brain that college is the way to go... they don't tell you that it will take you eight years of higher education just to get a job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, I really hope that you have stuck with me here. I promise that I am off my soap box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now, on to this rediculous summer heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is sweltering in my little corner of the southeast. I just took my dog out to, well, you know, and I'm pretty sure I melted a little. At 11:30 in the morning, it is already in the high 80s low 90s, and a heat advisory is in effect between the hours of 2 P.M. and 8 P.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With that in mind, let me tell you about my little adventure yesterday. I leave home to go hand in a resume and an application at a local business. I still had a little money left over from graduation, so I decided to go buy myself a pair of black Tevas (the most comfortable pair of sandals ever) at the mall. I'm in dress clothes and all that jazz too. I get in my car to leave, and I begin driving down the highway to go to my house. I hear this very loud &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POP &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sound. I thought that a rock had flew up and hit the bottom of my car... until my car started shaking and wobbling.  I pulled over on the side of the road, got out, went around to the back end, and my rear passenger tire had exploded!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now, mind you, I am a 22 year old single female out alone of course, and this happens. I sorta knew what to do: CALL DADDY!! I knew that I didn't have a jack, so I couldn't get the process started, so I waited. At first, I had my car running with the A/C, but it started to smell weird, so I shut it off. Let me tell you, sitting in a car and it being 100+ outside, on the hot pavement, had to be the hottest I had ever been. Except for the time I camped in the jungle in Honduras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Needless to say, Daddy came to the rescue, and even brought a co-worker to help him get it done quicker. Now, I am out a car with nothing to do, which is why I am now sitting here, writing to you, as if you are actually sitting here with me, in the home office/guest bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Next week, all of my friends that have &lt;/span&gt;yet to graduate will begin the school year, and frankly, I am sad that I will not be returning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-2218721464859718346?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/2218721464859718346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=2218721464859718346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2218721464859718346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2218721464859718346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/08/untimely-accidents-and-summer-heat.html' title='Untimely Accidents and Summer Heat'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3171617497141364611</id><published>2010-07-20T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:40:50.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burgers and Onion Rings: What can I say?</title><content type='html'>As you know, I have recently returned from Rio Viejo, Honduras, and little village in the jungles of that beautiful country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back, I had more trouble getting used to the A/C and being able to flush paper in the toilet and drink the water, than I did last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the three weeks I have been home, I have done nothing but sleep and read, which both happen to be my two favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people want good ol' American food upon re-entry, but me, I could care less. I just wanted my pillow and my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late, I have found myself craving a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hugantic burger with a side of huge onion rings and a coke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Now, I'm not much of a beef person, so this craving strikes me as odd. I normally would never ever crave aburger the sixe of my face, but for some reason, it is all I can think about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether I should give into the urge inside, or try to suppress it and not think about it!! I mean, I am trying to lose a few more, well, quite a few more inches in order to look good in my maid of honor dress. I want to look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in my friend's wedding, is that so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives me all the more reason to continue on in suppressing this uncontrollable urge to eat that juicy fat burger and onion rings. I mean, where would doing that get me? Absolutely nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I went to the movies and saw Eclipse with a couple of friends, but before then, we went to eat. We arrived at Texas Roadhouse and all I could tink about was that stupid burger, and I decided to go with chicken, afraid that the overwhelming burger would cause my stomach to begin an uproar against my body and &lt;em&gt;revolt&lt;/em&gt; against the burger. My decision to go with the chicken was fair, and I am glad that I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse was by far the best and most accurate of all three Twilight Saga movies thusfar. I thoroughly enjoyed it, expecially Jasper's southern accent, mainly because I am from the South.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love a Southern Gentleman :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give into the craving, I will be the first to let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3171617497141364611?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3171617497141364611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3171617497141364611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3171617497141364611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3171617497141364611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/07/burgers-and-onion-rings-what-can-i-say.html' title='Burgers and Onion Rings: What can I say?'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5328400542966154522</id><published>2010-05-31T12:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:32:12.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Session 1: Fin</title><content type='html'>Mango Lime-Aid. Three words you would think would not go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I LOVE it. It is absolutely fantastic. Yes, it makes me speak/write in short sporadic sentences. YESA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three weeks, I will be on a plane headed for SPS, Honduras, which I am so anxious to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I am currently stuck to a chair because I am wearing shorts on this hot summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made a list in a while, so i think I will give it a shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun, because it makes my skin golden tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mexican food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honduras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random sayings that pop into my head, that no one understands except for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Musicals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today is Memorial Day, so here is a LOUD shout out to all the amazing military personnel keeping our country safe!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5328400542966154522?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5328400542966154522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5328400542966154522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5328400542966154522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5328400542966154522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-session-1-fin.html' title='Summer Session 1: Fin'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-2350647584660491457</id><published>2010-05-24T10:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:51:41.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALICE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>First, I would like to thank the person who designed the Alice in Wonderland Pandora station creator. It is fantastic... Now I have film scores on my Pandora, and it makes me happy!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I have roughly nine days of sumer classes left, and then I will be finished with my undergrad career... Which is slightly on the scary side of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my friends is starting a Bible study tonight, and I am ever so excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will  have to forgive me, my writing juices are not flowing at the moment, so it is hard for me to concentrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that I am ready for June 1, and June 17. Alice in Wonderland comes out the first, and the seventeenth, I will be heading back to Honduras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-2350647584660491457?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/2350647584660491457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=2350647584660491457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2350647584660491457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2350647584660491457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/05/alice.html' title='ALICE!!!!!'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6775117028030429532</id><published>2010-05-12T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:52:43.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::.Memories.::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S-q_It4ynWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/412hyAMUUeI/s1600/jpg40+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S-q_It4ynWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/412hyAMUUeI/s320/jpg40+047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470394853872541026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the picture above:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gift given to me by a person I hold near and dear to my heart. She gave all her graduates a bag with their name embroidered on the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are all mentored in some way by her. She calls her "college girls."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three of them graduated this past weekend, becoming adults released into the "real world"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as they call it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She invited us over for dinner, made especially for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave us the bag, in hope that it will be useful to carry a lunch to work, considering that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eating out will not be an option, at least not everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6775117028030429532?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6775117028030429532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6775117028030429532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6775117028030429532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6775117028030429532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories.html' title='::.Memories.::'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S-q_It4ynWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/412hyAMUUeI/s72-c/jpg40+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5600093415968080790</id><published>2010-05-11T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:09:57.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Things Have Yet to Come</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why I go through, or deal with, some of the things that happen to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then , I recall that God pulls us through trials and hard times to make us stronger, better Christians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am on the verge of graduating college, and have yet to secure a job; I haven't completely decided on grad school; and, I am beginning to feel the transition of being young, to becoming an adult, in the real world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think that I would feel so uncertain about life as an adult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God uses things to teach us. He is preparing me for something, I'm just not sure for what yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5600093415968080790?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5600093415968080790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5600093415968080790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5600093415968080790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5600093415968080790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/05/important-things-have-yet-to-come.html' title='Important Things Have Yet to Come'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6307112076326199348</id><published>2010-04-28T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:37:19.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>I'm prety sure that at this moment, there are about 4,000 college students still asleep, as today is what my school calls reading day: A.K.A., NO CLASS!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week, a decision was made for my sister and nieces to come live at my house for a little while. So, naturally, the youngest of the two very precious girls, slept in bed with me. Normally, I do fine, but last night, I just could not seem to get the sleep/wake cycle in control. Obviously, my body thought it was cool to be awake a one o'clock in the morning, with me knowing that I had to get up in just a mere four hours to drive the kids to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now sit here, in the library of the school I attend, staring blankly at the hammock in front of me, thinking, "Should I go nap. Wait, what kind of sick people have laid in that thing. Does it really matter? I'm about to fall over... No, I will study, as originally intended." All this going on in my head, seeing that I'm the only student in the entire building, I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how far the studying will get me, because I'm so exhausted, but at least I can give it a run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I will continue to stare at the hammock. Who knows, maybe I will get over the germaphobia  and take a little napsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6307112076326199348?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6307112076326199348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6307112076326199348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6307112076326199348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6307112076326199348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/04/shut-your-eyes.html' title='Shut Your Eyes'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-1634954478393473366</id><published>2010-04-15T12:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:50:51.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Opportunity Arises</title><content type='html'>As of late, I have studying day in and day out. Now that I have a break, I can finally sit down and write.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An early summer has arrived here in good ol' Tennessee, and I must say that I am ever so excited. In two months, I will be landing in Honduras for another mission trip with my school. I am so glad that God has given me the opportunity to go again. This time, we will be there for around three weeks. Which means we can cover more ground and help more people with their medical problems. In case you have forgotten, here is the beautiful place I am returning too, and hope to continue to do so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S8dDi_yWxoI/AAAAAAAAADc/B2P5vd3gpRg/s320/jpg26+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to return. It is my dream to one day live there and teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-1634954478393473366?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/1634954478393473366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=1634954478393473366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1634954478393473366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1634954478393473366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/04/opportunity-arises.html' title='The Opportunity Arises'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S8dDi_yWxoI/AAAAAAAAADc/B2P5vd3gpRg/s72-c/jpg26+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-8283070752787907321</id><published>2010-03-30T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:45:39.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful God</title><content type='html'>Spring has sprung here in beautiful Tennessee, and things couldn't be more lovely. As I look to my left, I see the beautiful sun, shining on the beautiful campus of the college I attend, and students hanging out, most likely deterring from homework and the like. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, God has been showing me how beautiful He is. Not that I didn't already know, it is just becoming more real to me. Now, when I look out at nature, I don't just see trees, grass, and animals. I see God. He is in everything. He made it beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter is right around the corner, and I am so excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-8283070752787907321?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/8283070752787907321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=8283070752787907321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8283070752787907321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8283070752787907321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-god.html' title='Beautiful God'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-59975110426854658</id><published>2010-03-25T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:45:23.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy Feeling</title><content type='html'>I often times wonder: "Where in the world is God leading me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays, I wish that things in my future were clearer, instead of the fuzz that I see right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think, "God's got this, so why am I fretting?" No clue, but I do, on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling positive right now, especially because I have yet to know what I will be doing after graduation in July. It's hard because my dad is one of those types that is all the time saying, "You have to have a job right then," or, "I'm afraid you won't get one." All I ever say back to him is, "I got this, do not worry about me. I know for sure that I will not get a job right off the bat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this uneasy, unsure feeling. Why won't it go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-59975110426854658?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/59975110426854658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=59975110426854658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/59975110426854658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/59975110426854658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/03/uneasy-feeling.html' title='Uneasy Feeling'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-7881957712771421613</id><published>2010-03-19T16:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:17:03.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  This has been one of the dullest spring breaks of my LIFE!! And that's a long time, because, so far, I have been in school my ENTIRE life, since the age of five. I have done homework just about every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, today, it is a bright 72 degrees outside, which is absolutely lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I shaved my dog. Not a very fun task                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S6PaTdg-_QI/AAAAAAAAADU/1jFaqw3FQ2k/s1600-h/jpg21+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S6PaTdg-_QI/AAAAAAAAADU/1jFaqw3FQ2k/s320/jpg21+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450440001923775746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, my friends is PeeWee, my baby. His hair is shorter now, but I had to show him to you, isn't he precious!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He really did not like being shaved. Ha, who does? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S6PaTdg-_QI/AAAAAAAAADU/1jFaqw3FQ2k/s1600-h/jpg21+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-7881957712771421613?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/7881957712771421613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=7881957712771421613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7881957712771421613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7881957712771421613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S6PaTdg-_QI/AAAAAAAAADU/1jFaqw3FQ2k/s72-c/jpg21+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-2236090515121969033</id><published>2010-03-16T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:47:38.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S5_fhDKjc8I/AAAAAAAAADM/-sVqy05a8Lo/s1600-h/jpg29+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S5_fhDKjc8I/AAAAAAAAADM/-sVqy05a8Lo/s320/jpg29+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449319833019839426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Road by Nina Bankston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet summer!! I am so ready for summer to be here! Normally I love cold weather, but this year, I am ready for sticky, hot summer days where just by stepping outside, you sweat. Call me crazy if you like, but I will not care.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riding with the windows, wind in my hair, blasting my music is the only way it should be, forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, SUMMER, I am begging you, Please, please, please hurry!&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/1580800057286670687-2236090515121969033?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/2236090515121969033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=2236090515121969033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2236090515121969033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2236090515121969033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer-divine.html' title='Summer Divine'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S5_fhDKjc8I/AAAAAAAAADM/-sVqy05a8Lo/s72-c/jpg29+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-8529146508790277447</id><published>2010-03-15T15:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:44:04.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward</title><content type='html'>As you know, I spent my weekend with the youth group at my church at Winterfest.&lt;div&gt;The line-up was simply amazing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night: Leeland for worship and Jentzen Franklin speaking; Ricardo Sanchez closing worship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night: CHRIS TOMLIN for worship and Reinhart Bunkey speaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning: Reggie Dabbs speaking and Israel and New Breed leading worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God was all in that arena, that is for sure!! So many lives were touched, people were saved or rededicated to the Lord. It was an awesome experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am moving Forward with my life, which seemed to be the general theme this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-8529146508790277447?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/8529146508790277447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=8529146508790277447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8529146508790277447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8529146508790277447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/03/forward.html' title='Forward'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-7321276275172360512</id><published>2010-03-10T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:45:52.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Jelly Beans</title><content type='html'>I am so incredibly excited right now!!! Next week is Spring Break, but not only that, I get to start it off by going to WinterFest 2010 this weekend, with the youth group at my church!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I have felt like jumping up and down!! I am so excited because one of my favorite artists is going to be ther, a.k.a. Chris Tomlin!! Oh I love his music!! My favorite speaker will also be there, a.k.a. Jentzen Franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my oldest niece, Sade, first time getting to go to WinterFest, and I'm not sure she knows what is in store for her! I know for  a fact that God is going to be all over that stadium. We have been praying about this weekend for months, and I know God has something special in store for ever single one of us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: tomorrow, I am going to Farm House, a local country restaurant where I live. It is the hot spot for an after chapel meal, mainly because college students get a free sweet tea, which is a big thing, especially if youare from the South, like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update you on how WinterFest went as soon as I get back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-7321276275172360512?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/7321276275172360512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=7321276275172360512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7321276275172360512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7321276275172360512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/03/jumping-jelly-beans.html' title='Jumping Jelly Beans'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-799521787477217567</id><published>2010-03-04T13:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:29:01.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine, That Is Not In a Bag...</title><content type='html'>Finally winter weather has let up on the Tn valley for a little bit. it snowed on Tuesday, for like the fifth or sixth time!!! As we know, I dislike the snow. Right now, I would rather it be a smoldering 95 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today though, I am happy and content with the sunny 46 degrees, even though it feels warmer outside. Put it this way, I'm not wearing a jacket,and that is okay with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mornign we had Travis Cottrell as our worship leader. It was so fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is safe to say that this weekend is going to be pretty much fantastic. Alice in Wonderland comes out tomorrow night, and I am going to see it in 3D with my sister and her family. I am so completely stoked!!!! Number one, Johnny Depp is in it, he is fantastice, and number two, it is going to be so creepy!!! I love creepy movies!! They are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-799521787477217567?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/799521787477217567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=799521787477217567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/799521787477217567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/799521787477217567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunshine-that-is-not-in-bag.html' title='Sunshine, That Is Not In a Bag...'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-8319108884298630807</id><published>2010-02-26T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:23:19.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{empty}</title><content type='html'>My friends, it is Friday!! Let us praise the Maker for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;2. It is freezing, and I do't like it&lt;br /&gt;3. In just a few short hours I will be making a short drive to Georgia to pick up my youngest niece when she gets out of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has undoubtedly been the longest week of my entire life!! I am currently in the process of lining up a job for when I have graduated. Let me just say that it is definitely a stressful process. Everytime I turn around, I have missed a deadline for something or, because I have not yet graduated, I do not have official transcripts, so I cannot apply or send a resume. BOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I have right now. If something else comes up, I will definitely holla back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-8319108884298630807?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/8319108884298630807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=8319108884298630807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8319108884298630807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/8319108884298630807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/02/empty.html' title='{empty}'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4417657558169775911</id><published>2010-02-22T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:11:05.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wipe-Out</title><content type='html'>This weekend was absolutely fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I went to the movies to see Shutter Island, which was not all it wass copped up to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my step-dad left and returned home with a truck -load of dirt. DIRT!!! 1200 pounds of it!! Every country girl's dream!!!! I had a blast shoveling the dirt to the ground! It was the best thing ever!! No lie!! After about and hour and a half of shovel, we finally emptied the truck! That afternoon I met up with some great friends to lay in the sun in the park, seeing that  the weather was absolutely fantastic and all! We laid there talking and giggling and we might have even did a little interpretive dancing...::chuckles::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I woke up realizing that shoveling that much dirt is a full body work-out, no joke! I was, and still am, very very sore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon with my lovely sister and then came home from church to study for a test that occurred at 8:00 this morning... I believe I did fine, hopefully. I must now go begin studying for a medical terminology test that will happen next week!! Toodles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4417657558169775911?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4417657558169775911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4417657558169775911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4417657558169775911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4417657558169775911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-wipe-out.html' title='Weekend Wipe-Out'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4561151324455667673</id><published>2010-02-19T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:21:58.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared to Bits</title><content type='html'>Tonight, my friends, a few people and myself will be taking an adventure to the local theatre to watch a new thriller: Shutter Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as for myself, I LOVE movies that are likely to make me scream, but as for on of the people going with me, Annar, well, she's not one for the scariness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme just say that I am so incredibly EXCITED!! I mean look at all of the usage of 'all caps' lettering... It sends the message, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4561151324455667673?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4561151324455667673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4561151324455667673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4561151324455667673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4561151324455667673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/02/scared-to-bits.html' title='Scared to Bits'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-942871582768541155</id><published>2010-02-12T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:58:54.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyotes</title><content type='html'>hey y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it snowed again today. :( I was so disappointed when that stupid stuff started falling from the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to a Chinese New Year party thing at my school...I met Annar's sister, who's name I cannot remember right now(sorry), and hung out with some great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I thought I would take some snow pictures, even though I protested the other day, and I already have a million. So, as I am standing on the front porch of my lovely country abode, I hear what I think is coyotes yelling. I completely wigged out and made my presh little puppy come in, because who wants their favorite little doggy to be eaten by ravage coyotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not sure if the "s" should be on the end of the word coyote, but because of where I am from, that's how we say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, so I came in, to an empty house, because my mom and step-dad are out of town for the weekend. I immediately decided that it is movie time...But I don't know what to watch... I think I will grab a Krispy Creme doughnut, or two :), and go watch some movies...Because, what 21 year old goes to bed at 9:00 P.M. on a Friday night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-942871582768541155?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/942871582768541155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=942871582768541155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/942871582768541155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/942871582768541155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/02/coyotes.html' title='Coyotes'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-2251829691574456758</id><published>2010-02-10T08:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:20:10.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>River Rat...in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S3K-qDW0szI/AAAAAAAAACU/4mp4nrs_ogs/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436617329854427954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S3K-qDW0szI/AAAAAAAAACU/4mp4nrs_ogs/s320/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to add yesterday that in my Human Geography class, I have learned that the world is doomed and we will all die of famine and old age...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no way to fix this, at least not as of yet. So prepare yourselves and stock up on water and food. That way when things really do run out, you will have what you need, at least for a while. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, it is snowing again, and in Tennessee, better yet, Cleveland, that is a big deal!! Not that it is sticking on the ground or anything, just falling. I usually love snow and cold weather, but this winter has been way too harsh here in the Valley I call home. I am definitely ready for "...Sunny with a high of 75..." as the lovely Relient K song states. But, no warmer than that. 75 is perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture above is what my road looked like the first time it snowed,and I was actually happy about it. The second and third time, I chose to take no photos. Why, you may ask? Well, because it jsut gets old. Once you have snow pictures, you have them, the rest will just look teh same, unless you go to a different location. And who does that when there is an inch of ice on the road? Not I. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoy things more along the lines of the river, as seen here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S3K_wYhNF1I/AAAAAAAAACc/XR5ZCvUJTCc/s1600-h/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436618538125956946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S3K_wYhNF1I/AAAAAAAAACc/XR5ZCvUJTCc/s320/river.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would pretty much live here if I could. I mean, I do, it's just down the road from my house, but I mean, permanently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1580800057286670687-2251829691574456758?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/2251829691574456758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=2251829691574456758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2251829691574456758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/2251829691574456758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/02/river-ratin-making.html' title='River Rat...in the Making'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/S3K-qDW0szI/AAAAAAAAACU/4mp4nrs_ogs/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-659250704017117648</id><published>2010-02-09T13:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:06:18.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am, Take Me</title><content type='html'>It has been a great few weeks of school! I just had my first exam on Monday, and let me tell you! I studied oh so hard for that bad boy and I feel like I defeated it! Oh, yes it was difficult, but studying definitely paid off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, here at Lee, we had a four night revival type thing that turned out awesome. I pretty sure some lives were touched and people were changed. This coming Saturday is a 12 hour praise, worship and prayer service that I have been looking forward to!! I am so excited for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a social life, I don't really have one. I spend most of my time studying or watching my favorite shows (Bones, House, Criminal Minds and NCIS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that this coming Sunday is Valentine's Day aka, Single's Awareness Day, or S.A.D. I am not a big fan of S.A.D. I would prefer for it to just go away. Maybe it's because I fall in the category, "Ain't Got Nobody, so I'm gonna Hate on V-day." And that is precisely how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at this time in my life as a season where I am to just grow in God and listen only to Him and love only Him.  He knows me best, so it is only fair for me to let Him do what is best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-659250704017117648?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/659250704017117648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=659250704017117648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/659250704017117648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/659250704017117648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-i-am-take-me.html' title='Here I am, Take Me'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5093155798837344253</id><published>2010-01-25T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:25:42.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mondays!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Classes got off to a FANTASTICAL start!! I didn't think I would like having an 8 A.M. human geography class, but HOLY COW!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!! I have it with one of my greatest friends, Annar, who's name was sorta changed for this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, she doesn't really like getting up that early, but hey who does, well, except for me!! I am definitely a morning person, even if I didn't get that much sleep. Coffee helps me to wake up, but I don't have to have it. It's not a necessity, but it tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty much awesome, well for me. Friday night, Annar and I went to a coffee shop adn sat there for like two hours just talking, and yes, there was no moments of silence. Of course not. When you put two girls together, it's like automatic talk-fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I accomplished homework and grocery shopping with my mom. Then I took the rest of the day off. Sunday, I did nothing, well except finish some last minute reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan on taking a nap because I feel sleepy. Maybe I won't. I dunno. I should read some for Medical terminology, a class I have, but we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is LG with some of my favorite people! I cannot wait! It is going to be a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5093155798837344253?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5093155798837344253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5093155798837344253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5093155798837344253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5093155798837344253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/01/early-mondays.html' title='Early Mondays!!!!!'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5338289842705856874</id><published>2010-01-07T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:51:32.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>::Eyes::</title><content type='html'>As I sat thinking yesterday, a thought crossed my mind, more like a memory. I was sitting on a stone bench outside of our second or third clinic in Honduras, playing with a young child, who was sitting on my knee. She looke up with beautiful eyes and said, "Me gusta sus ojos." Which in English means, I like your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there yesterday, I pondered why the girl may have said it, then remembered, most people in her village had dark eyes, it was rare to have light eyes. I have bright green eyes, so  it was different for her to see my color of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, I think, "Man, I wish my eyes were a brighter green." That memory yesterday helped me to remember that God gave me these eyes, and they are perfect just as they are. I do not need to change them. that little girl was sent to tell me that through her very own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5338289842705856874?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5338289842705856874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5338289842705856874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5338289842705856874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5338289842705856874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2010/01/eyes.html' title='::Eyes::'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4882214941080422992</id><published>2009-12-29T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:05:26.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[no title]</title><content type='html'>It has definitely been a while since I have written!! I probably wouldn't even be writing now, if a dear friend hadn't asked me about it the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the New Year, and yet again, I am still single, still without any plans, and very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have happened since the last time I wrote. Number one, Christmas break! Much drama among the household, but hey, what is a holiday without any family drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduate in July, which I am very excited, yet overwhelmed at the very same time! Many things have to be thought out and well planned, like, oh say, where I'm going to live when my college journey FINALLY ends, where I might find a job, if I actually make it in the "real world" as they call it, and if I may ever get that very special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am very aware that I cannot do it all alone. God absolutely has to be there when I make all of those very tough decisions and such, and He is definitely the one ruling in the dating life, or&lt;em&gt;--ahem--&lt;/em&gt; the lack there of. I have come to the conclusion that there are some things I may have to work on when it comes to getting the one thing every girl wants, that special guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no good at making, let alone keeping, &lt;em&gt;Resolutions. &lt;/em&gt;I gave up on those way back, you know a grand total of like 4 years, being that I'm only 21 years old. I do hope that I can continue to grow closer to God &lt;em&gt;(maybe He will find favor and send me my man!) &lt;/em&gt;I am definitely sure that He gets very tired of hearing me complain about it, that's for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4882214941080422992?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4882214941080422992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4882214941080422992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4882214941080422992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4882214941080422992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-title.html' title='[no title]'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-1774728699206360678</id><published>2009-10-26T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:54:46.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.:La Musica:.</title><content type='html'>Music is powerful. It can control the very mood you are in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you listen to happy, vibrant music, most likely, you will be in a happy mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same goes for other types or genres as well. I find myself being conformed to the music and feeling the way the artist expresses his or herself. If they present themselves as angry, my mood may change to dreary and unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often times, I listen to music to make &lt;i&gt;me &lt;/i&gt;feel better. Sometimes, if I am in a less than okay mood, I listen to what I call "&lt;b&gt;angry music&lt;/b&gt;" because I feel that I can relate to how the artist is feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On most days, you will find me listening to what I call "Jesus Music." It makes me feel good, and, I don't have to worry about anger or depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-1774728699206360678?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/1774728699206360678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=1774728699206360678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1774728699206360678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1774728699206360678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-musica.html' title='.:La Musica:.'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6457407362606979433</id><published>2009-10-22T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:01:45.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Addiction:.</title><content type='html'>Late last night I realized that I have an unhealthy addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you automatically think when you hear the word (addiction). It's more of an addiction to love, and generally, I look to books to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading a series, for the second time, that I will not mention, because to some of you, it would seem rediculous, when I say that I find truelove here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not read the gushy romance novels that most women pick up; those to me are like porn in words. I don't like. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find love in the book I am currently reading in the language used, the way the girl acts in stupid ways just to see or hear her lover. I can feel her unrequited love as she finally opens up after he leaves, "for her sake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves him. I want to love like that, and be loved like that. So much, that when I'm not in the presence of that person, I begin to anticpate just seeing them the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's love for us is the same way. I know that he loves me so much, that when I am hurting, he is there to lift me up. I can find love in him, and he can return that love to me. The unrelenting power of love is what draws me in. It has a magnetic force so strong, that standing in the wake of it makes me sway, gently, until I feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6457407362606979433?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6457407362606979433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6457407362606979433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6457407362606979433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6457407362606979433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/10/addiction.html' title='.:Addiction:.'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6455154209411018873</id><published>2009-10-02T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:29:41.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes.Looking.Back</title><content type='html'>Often times, I struggle with things that life throws at me, and sometimes wonder if I have made the right decision. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been events recently that have made me just wonder why I even continue to be apart of that life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, along with God's help, have made the decision to cut myself off from those people who have called me friend, but now I wonder if they really meant it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is best for me. For my relationship with God, and for my sanity and life in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has made it possible for me to make these decisions. Sometimes through song, and other times through actions of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is hard for me to just drop what I'm comfortable with, but it had to be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have debated finding the counseling center at my school, but I never seem to "find the time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now, I am relying, again, on God, and real friends who actually care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6455154209411018873?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6455154209411018873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6455154209411018873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6455154209411018873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6455154209411018873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/10/eyeslookingback.html' title='Eyes.Looking.Back'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-7921426593876817773</id><published>2009-09-24T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:54:43.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.Maybe.I'm.Wrong</title><content type='html'>My mind seems to work too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over, or I even over-analyze. That's just how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is nothing to think about, I think anyhow, just for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been thinking, just when might God see it cool to let me in on a little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think it, I get hit with something like, "You have to wait," or my favorite, "I know what I'm doing, so just give me the reigns and let me handle this little thing called love for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so I said it, LOVE. The four letter word no one seems to wan to talk about, unless you are actually in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often times THINK about love, not the familial love, but a love only found between a man and a woman. Then, God reminds me that I have that covenant love with Him, and that I never really have to worry about where I can get love. All I have to do is look up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-7921426593876817773?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/7921426593876817773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=7921426593876817773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7921426593876817773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7921426593876817773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/09/wellmaybeimwrong.html' title='Well.Maybe.I&apos;m.Wrong'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6976007406376060720</id><published>2009-09-23T12:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:33:32.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile.Guys Like It</title><content type='html'>In recent endeavors, my Psych. of Human Sexuality class has discussed some pretty out there things, things that no one EVER wants to talk about. Today, however, was a day that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were drawing near the end, we began discussing flirting, after all, today's class was about attraction. Here is what I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women all over the world flirt with the same sequence:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Smile, lifts eyebrows, drops eyelids, tilts head to the side, then looks away, may giggle, and use hands to cover face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Men all over the world also flirt with the same sequence of behaviors:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Stand tall, smile, chest thrust, gaze...eye language.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized something about myself today: I do every single one of these things, when speaking to a guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ladies, take a look at yourself, I'm sure you do all them too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6976007406376060720?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6976007406376060720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6976007406376060720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6976007406376060720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6976007406376060720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/09/smileguys-like-it.html' title='Smile.Guys Like It'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3033641279065921383</id><published>2009-09-18T13:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:26:42.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire.God.Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/SrPB1d8AfrI/AAAAAAAAACM/BdBxSRZPj58/s1600-h/IMG017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/SrPB1d8AfrI/AAAAAAAAACM/BdBxSRZPj58/s320/IMG017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382859103951421106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this at the lake up the road from my house. It is photo shoped a little for color emphasis, but the ring was there when I took it. To me, it symbalizes God's continuity that we can find in Him. He is continuous and never failing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the University I attend, we have to go to chapel every week. Thursday, I went, and the music was fantastic. The song that touched me most, was the song You Won't Relent by Misty Edwards. the words settled in, and I realized how close God wants us to be to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I go to this same spot on the lake, I feel closer to God, like I could reach out and touch His face. It's so awesome....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3033641279065921383?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3033641279065921383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3033641279065921383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3033641279065921383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3033641279065921383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/09/firegodme.html' title='Fire.God.Me'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/SrPB1d8AfrI/AAAAAAAAACM/BdBxSRZPj58/s72-c/IMG017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4570055839062039967</id><published>2009-09-16T15:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:13:47.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Said "Thank You" Instead of "Amen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is the scenario: I do my little presentation on a Medical Missions group, and am asked, by my prof to pray for the class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;::!!MY BIGGEST FEAR!!! PRAYING IN FRONT OF PEOPLE!!::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I pray my little prayer, trying not to stumble on my words. At the end, I said "Thank you," instead of "Amen." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Horrifying!! Luckily, no one noticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think back now, even though it was only yesterday, at how funny it is, and that praying outloud isn't so bad after all, not that it doesn't still scare the bijeeeezes outta me to do it still, but hey, I'm working on it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I took an exam in a class so happily named, "AIDS." For real, I know I missed like four. Hopefully I will still have a good grade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can we talk about the rain!! I love it!! :) yay for rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4570055839062039967?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4570055839062039967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4570055839062039967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4570055839062039967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4570055839062039967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-said-thank-you-instead-of-amen.html' title='I Said &quot;Thank You&quot; Instead of &quot;Amen&quot;'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-312461731969643353</id><published>2009-09-09T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:03:29.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PB&amp;J, Cheezits, and Music</title><content type='html'>Today, my 9 A.M. class was cancelled which resulted in me sleeing in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty overwhelmed when classes first started, things piled on, one thing after another. I thought my brain might just fall out. Luckily, God is better than that haha... He helped me through it and also made me realize some things about myself. It's been good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-312461731969643353?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/312461731969643353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=312461731969643353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/312461731969643353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/312461731969643353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/09/pb-cheezits-and-music.html' title='PB&amp;J, Cheezits, and Music'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-7664371370174074095</id><published>2009-08-21T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:47:48.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of a new school year. Only, this is my last beginning, because it's my last year as an undergrad!!! woohoo!!! The year started a little shaky, but that cleared up. Oh, and, well, nevermind. Nothing really to say, just that I hope it flies by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-7664371370174074095?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/7664371370174074095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=7664371370174074095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7664371370174074095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/7664371370174074095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5699658891831796492</id><published>2009-08-11T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:23:01.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuits, WITH Grape jelly</title><content type='html'>Last night, I ventured off with AB to a great little restuarant, happily named Cracker Barrel. We walk in, and she immediately asked if there was a certain person working, because she wanted to sit in his section. SO, yes, he was working, and let me tell you, that was the most interesting evening I had EVER had. First off, I would like to say that I have NEVER met a guy so courteous and sweet!! haha Anyhow, it was sooo sweet to see how they interacted and stuff!! Yeah, so, I definitely could have fell in love with him if I could have met him early on!! HAHAHAAA... I know she is probably going to read this, so I am not going to put in any details, except the fact that he, at one point called her lovebug! How cute is that!! Oh, and AB you have to look up the song Lovebug..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5699658891831796492?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5699658891831796492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5699658891831796492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5699658891831796492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5699658891831796492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/08/biscuits-with-grape-jelly.html' title='Biscuits, WITH Grape jelly'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4856769878316939697</id><published>2009-08-06T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:09:07.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God the Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/Sns3GS4GddI/AAAAAAAAACE/AVZfpk9NMHM/s1600-h/jpg012+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/Sns3GS4GddI/AAAAAAAAACE/AVZfpk9NMHM/s320/jpg012+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366943962227963346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am one that is easily amused, or distracted, if you will. It never fails, that when I see aomething pretty or shiny, my mind automatically shuts off, and I can only think of how awesome God's artistic skills are. He paints the skies with His fingers, forget the paint brush. No onecan get a look like that, so perfect, colors outrageously bright and luscious, perfect strokes that only He can achieve. His grace is the same way, perfect in every aspect. Not a single flaw. Bon Jovi once sang, "Remember that you're perfect, God makes no mistakes." I totally agree with this statement, God sees us, His prettly little sheep as perfect. He doesn't count our flaws. We are EXACTLY how He wants us to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4856769878316939697?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4856769878316939697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4856769878316939697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4856769878316939697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4856769878316939697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-artist.html' title='God the Artist'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/Sns3GS4GddI/AAAAAAAAACE/AVZfpk9NMHM/s72-c/jpg012+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4517608728621989885</id><published>2009-07-31T14:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:16:46.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title Necessary</title><content type='html'>One day, or should I cleverly say night, I was chatting with a very close friend of mine over Facebook, well because we are MILES apart. She and I were discussing boys, school, more boys, and the friend scene. There were many things I, and she shared, that I never thought I would tell anyone, wel, because I thought no one would understand wehre I was, or am, coming from. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the subject of boys... Mainly, I complained of how I was tired of waiting, but, she, being the clever person she is, was used by God to tell me to hold off, 'cause, basically in a nutshell, the right guy is coming eventually. I quickly reassured her that she had her's coming too, and hopefully it's who we both hope it is :) She is so wise in this area, and it makes me feel confident in talking to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is starting back up soon and we are both excited. Not only does she get to come home, but Farm House and the Blue Hole both are waiting for us. It is only a couple of days before she'll be back, and I cannot WAIT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to elaborate more on the boy conversation. There is no need :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend Scene. In this part of the conversation, I began blatantly stating how lucky my not so Christian friends have it. A few statements I made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*"They get to live, and do what ever, how ever they want to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*"Sometimes, I get jealous because they stay out all night, sleep all day and I am stuck somewhere like the library studying, just so I can barely pass a test."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She most comfortingly tells me that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*"It'll be worth it!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* and basically that I can tough it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/SnNCtCrHraI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fp-kSI5J99U/s320/jpg007+002.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364704922707668386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that God has me here for a reason, and if I listen and stick it out, I will have all I need for life... Thanks Cass for helping me see!!! ILY, You are the best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4517608728621989885?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4517608728621989885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4517608728621989885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4517608728621989885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4517608728621989885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-title-necessary.html' title='No Title Necessary'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/SnNCtCrHraI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fp-kSI5J99U/s72-c/jpg007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3911222683138900454</id><published>2009-07-17T10:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:06:44.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smellin' Fresh Mowed Grass at 11:00 A.M.</title><content type='html'>To me, this smell is absolutely &lt;i&gt;apalling. &lt;/i&gt;Today is High-Five Friday, so high-fives for everyone!!! yesterday was Thankful Thursday, so I thought I would make a list of things I am thankful for on this glorious High-Five Friday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. God, for saving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. my nieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally figured out how to make kids be quiet. I popped in a movie,and they haven't said one word since it started. To me, this shows America's reliance on technology to make kids behave, even for a little while. I caved because that's all they have wanted to do all week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3911222683138900454?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3911222683138900454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3911222683138900454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3911222683138900454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3911222683138900454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/07/smellin-fresh-mowed-grass-at-1100-am.html' title='Smellin&apos; Fresh Mowed Grass at 11:00 A.M.'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5655553707058757382</id><published>2009-07-15T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:29:10.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>Open Eyes</title><content type='html'>"Honduras 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things I looked upon while in a developing country really made me think. I am free, I have money to live, I have a nice home, I don't have to worry about disease and infliction and I know that I have medical access when I do get sick. We as Americans have it lucky. I wish more people could realize. Today,  I was reading a post done by a friend who is in E**pt. It was about Garbage City, the name explains it all. My niece comes around the corner and asks, about a picture on the screen, "What is that?!?" in a kind of voice that expresses disgust. I told her what it was, she stood there and cimply replied, "Cool." I then quickly repremanded her saying, "Lea, kids have to live in that garbage, consider yourself lucky that you don't live there." All she said was, "Yeah." I know she is only a child, but even a child her age COULD understand how lucky we are. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/Sl3nGvzA4UI/AAAAAAAAABs/pIzQZcUdJbA/s320/jpg26+068.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358693234736423234" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, this little girl in El Pital, Honduras. She has no shoes, dirty clothes, dirty face, yet she is content in living because she knows what she has is worth living for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5655553707058757382?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5655553707058757382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5655553707058757382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5655553707058757382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5655553707058757382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/07/open-eyes.html' title='Open Eyes'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/Sl3nGvzA4UI/AAAAAAAAABs/pIzQZcUdJbA/s72-c/jpg26+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-882939356721491007</id><published>2009-07-05T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:15:54.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new things</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am sitting on the bed in a new house. Well, not my house. I am puppy and house sitting for a friend while she is outta town. Two little puppies are laying near me, almost asleep. I hope that she reads this, so she will know that her darlings are perfectly fine, and they are cool and calm. It's pretty awesome to be alone in a house, knowing that parents will not be coming in the door soon. It's awesome...Yeah, so, hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-882939356721491007?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/882939356721491007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=882939356721491007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/882939356721491007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/882939356721491007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-things.html' title='new things'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-9044424243296222923</id><published>2009-06-30T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:02:17.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Ask, Most of the Time You Get an Answer You Do Not Want</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my mission trip to Rio Viejo, Honduras...I had recently asked God to somehow let me know what my life's calling is...Well, He sure did...With a great slap, I realized He was showing me as we worked clinics in small villages in Honduras. Apparently, I'm going to live there and teach health in the local school in Rio Viejo. hmmmm...you tell me, wouldn't be hard to accept. I said yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-9044424243296222923?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/9044424243296222923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=9044424243296222923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/9044424243296222923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/9044424243296222923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-ask-most-of-time-you-get.html' title='When You Ask, Most of the Time You Get an Answer You Do Not Want'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3691439987693642930</id><published>2009-06-08T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:11:38.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days</title><content type='html'>In three days, I'll be flying to a little place called Rio Viejo, Honduras. A medical m issions trip is taking place there, and I'll be a part of it. Funny thing is, I've been called to missions....What to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3691439987693642930?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3691439987693642930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3691439987693642930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3691439987693642930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3691439987693642930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-days.html' title='Three Days'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6384943348966151467</id><published>2009-05-17T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:07:06.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>County Fair: My First Ever</title><content type='html'>It's been a few weeks since I have written. Life has been so busy lately with summer school, life, and friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I decided that since my mom and step-dad were gonna be outta town, I would go to my sister's house in good ol' Georgia. She and her husband surprised me with a trip to the county fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo excited, I had never been to a fair before. Saturday afternoon we headed out. First, a shopping trip, then diner, then THE FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went, TJMax was calling, so we stopped there. Went to Ryan's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the fair, and the smell of funnel cake overwhelmed, seeing that I had just eaten. First, we rode the Ferris Wheel, which I happen to be terrified of. As we went around, I began counting, which is an obssessive thing I do when I get panicky or scared. Anyhow, we got off the Ferris Wheel and we pretty much ran for the Orbiter...OMG the best thing EVER. I rode with my niece L. She made it more enjoyable because of the witty things she was yelling at the top of her lungs. We got off that and rode the other things. As we were standing in line for our last ride, it began to rain.  We headed for a tent. It began to slack off, so L and her dad R wanted to throw darts at balloons for a stuffed animal. My sister and I stood there waiting on them. It began to rain again so we darted under the awning of the dart throwing place. Then, the sky fell out and it poured. We then ran to the nearest tent, which happened to be the animal tent. It rained, the wind blew, it rained some more, and the wind blew even harder. We were soaked, even though we were under a tent. R went ahead to unlock the car doors. We stood there and Sis and L began taking of their shoes. She said on the count of 10, we are running. She got to 3, and I yelled GO!!!!1 so we took off. I took my sandals off, and the water was above my ankles. We ran through mud and rocks and nasty water and finally made it to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soaking adventure this weekend made me remember what it was like to be a kid, and actually have no worries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6384943348966151467?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6384943348966151467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6384943348966151467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6384943348966151467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6384943348966151467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/05/county-fair-my-first-ever.html' title='County Fair: My First Ever'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-6077000606817437295</id><published>2009-04-30T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:55:28.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Livin' On A Prayer...</title><content type='html'>Not to fully steal the name of the great Bon Jovi's song, but hey, it works. My life is spent literally living on a prayer. My mom's prayer that is. I know that if it weren't for her, I would be in a totally different place... Yes, I pray, but there is absolutely nothing like a mama's prayer...(can I get an AMEN) believe me...I hope my mama never stops prayin'. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-6077000606817437295?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/6077000606817437295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=6077000606817437295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6077000606817437295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/6077000606817437295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/04/livin-on-prayer.html' title='Livin&apos; On A Prayer...'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-4357763063297496154</id><published>2009-04-26T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:47:24.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Not Over</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I spent Saturday afternoon in downtown Chatty. Ten college age girls went down and four went to a museum and six went to the aquarium. We played all evening and even went the Imax theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the back of our minds, in it's place, we knew that this was it. The end of Starlite. We pushed that aside long enough to have a good time and K a wedding shower. After, AB decided to go around the circle and thank all of us. this left all with tear streaked faces and realizing that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard knowing that I'll not have this to turn to and serve my girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-4357763063297496154?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/4357763063297496154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=4357763063297496154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4357763063297496154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/4357763063297496154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-not-over.html' title='Today is Not Over'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-1493664955122216438</id><published>2009-04-25T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:45:05.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Little Virus Called Life</title><content type='html'>As we all know life happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between "My Paper Heart" crumpling and then smoothing out again, grades and the ministry I am with coming to its seasons end, the overwhelming stress has piled on like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are winding around the corner and students at the University I attend are finding themselves distracted. I am in the boat myself. Ha, jus the other day, I found myself wanting to skip the rest of my classes, leave homework behind, and magically find myself at the swimming hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ity's a spook-a-palooza type of time in life. My 21st birthday is only four days away. This is a big change in life, I'll officially be an adult with no restrictions on my license. Kinda makes me feel old, knowing that ten years ago I was getting ready to turn eleven, waiting on my second niece to be born.  Now, I'm a successful college student heading toward senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty exciting. This weekend is the last outing with Ministry. It'll be a bittersweet ending. I will miss my college family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-1493664955122216438?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/1493664955122216438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=1493664955122216438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1493664955122216438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/1493664955122216438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/04/nasty-little-virus-called-life.html' title='Nasty Little Virus Called Life'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-3535243243001560890</id><published>2009-04-13T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:30:31.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>WAAAAAAACHAAAAAAACHAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>Yes, well, Easter break is coming to an end. Sad, I know. I am sitting here, writing this, and I really have nothing to say, oh yeah, I can tell a funny story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Conversation takes place on Friday evening between Lea (my 9 year old niece) and myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "Shaddy (freind of mine) just said that beards are hot..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lea: "Ewww, no."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "I know right? Could you imagine kissing something like that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lea: "It would be too scratchy and itchy, I think I would prefer a smooth face."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "Me too. To think about a nasty beard is gross. Beards are soo nasty and things get stuck in them." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lea: "I know, who wants that? Eww."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Now keep in mind that Lea is nine. We later concluded that a guy with a nice smooth face would be best. None of that scratchy stuff. Yeah, so we had a good time laughing about it.  I think that it will be one of those little conversations that she will remember for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-3535243243001560890?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/3535243243001560890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=3535243243001560890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3535243243001560890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/3535243243001560890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/04/waaaaaaachaaaaaaachaaaaaaa.html' title='WAAAAAAACHAAAAAAACHAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-9021047779327260005</id><published>2009-04-03T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:57:17.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Is it Theatre or Theater?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/SdaS7FG2CUI/AAAAAAAAABU/ln8U82hGKUQ/s1600-h/jpg21+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/SdaS7FG2CUI/AAAAAAAAABU/ln8U82hGKUQ/s320/jpg21+051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320601553465641282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from it being FOREVER since I last wrote, today is FRIDAY PTL!!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this past Sunday morning, I decieded that the lighting outside was perfect some awesome picture taking... To the left you see my  tulips growing, reaching higher and higher to God. I have others that I took that morning before running off to church, but this one stands out for some reason, I just cannot pin point it. Things so simple in life can give you joy and looking at these tulips, I am happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often times, we pass by without ever stopping to take a moment and realize the beauty of our God's Creation. We are too busy to slow down and take in the scenery He has granted us with. I am thankful each day for the beautiful things that He places in front of me from time to time to remind me just how wonderful HE really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-9021047779327260005?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/9021047779327260005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=9021047779327260005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/9021047779327260005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/9021047779327260005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-theatre-or-theater.html' title='Is it Theatre or Theater?'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/SdaS7FG2CUI/AAAAAAAAABU/ln8U82hGKUQ/s72-c/jpg21+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580800057286670687.post-5718039211382063557</id><published>2009-03-24T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:46:58.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Just Sniffed a Glass Jar</title><content type='html'>I can't think of anything to say...I know, shocker. HAHAHAAA....Oh I guess I coul dsay that I raised over half the money for my mission trip this past weekend. Which is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hmmmm, I have hunger..&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no class today.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shamrocks make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny with a high of 75...I love it when it's sunny&lt;br /&gt;5. I have to clean for money today...hahaha.aa...I do want those tevas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1580800057286670687-5718039211382063557?l=twilighter-429.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/feeds/5718039211382063557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1580800057286670687&amp;postID=5718039211382063557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5718039211382063557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1580800057286670687/posts/default/5718039211382063557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilighter-429.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dog-just-sniffed-glass-jar.html' title='My Dog Just Sniffed a Glass Jar'/><author><name>Nina Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389458588117022351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKt4bLsrBAY/THBacXu1d2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tTv8gthtD-A/S220/100_3022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
