<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 20:40:37 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>God Blog You!</title><description>God Bless You!  "I thank my God every time I remember you.  In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now" -Phillipians 1:3-5.  Thank you so much for your prayers and financial support!  Whether you've supported me since "the first day" or are reading about my spiritual journey for the first time today, I am blessed by your involvement in my life!</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-5756436337999402150</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-15T06:35:21.133-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bike-a-thon Update</title><description>P.S. I forgot to tell you that the bike-a-thon was to raise money for missions!  We raised $5,000 for Speed the Light (STL).  Do you like the initials?  They remind me of St. Louis!  Anyways, STL is an organization that raises funds to help missionaries purchase transportation (whether it be car, bike, motorized scooter, canoe, whatever is needed in their location) so that they are better able to reach remote areas and share the gospel with those that have not heard it.  Pretty cool, huh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-5756436337999402150?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2010/02/bike-thon-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-6647293245307132481</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-15T06:29:07.401-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bike-a-thon</title><description>&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/me-and-the-bike-706574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/me-and-the-bike-706571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am so blessed to live in a place where I can be outside all year long! I absolutely love the sun and running and biking! Recently, I participated in a bike-a-thon with my church. I usually bike 18 miles on Saturdays to visit some friends in North Fort Myers, so I wasn't sure if I would be able to make the 50 mile ride with just two and a half or three weeks before actual bike-a-thon day. But I DID IT!!! Actually, I acheived the 50 mile goal the week before in my training, and I was the first girl and fourth person to finish the bike-a-thon! WHOA! Here I am with the bike my friend let me borrow (she's pregnant right now) to train and my friend Helen, one of the two girls who came to cheer me on!  My next goal is going to be something with running.  I've been practicing up on that the last two or three weeks, and I'm up to 13 miles!  WHOA!!!  I never thought I'd be able to run that far, but I am finding I can do so much more than I think I am capable of!  I am focusing on perseverance and distance rather than speed, so it's actually really relaxing for me! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/bikeathon-777882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3950959350402764509-6647293245307132481?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2010/02/bike-thon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-2952966664332102913</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-15T07:44:03.909-08:00</atom:updated><title>Those Fancy Computers</title><description>&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/Jazz2-787504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/Jazz2-787501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/Photo-52-730782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/Photo-52-730779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/Photo-50-719590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I mentioned in the previous post, I just recently learned that my computer at work has iphoto/can take pictures. Usually, I'm working hard and don't have time to take advantage of this feature. However, recently I've gotten a chance to hang out with the cutest missionary to Ecuador that you can imagine! Her name is Jazzy and she's full of life and joy! Here are a few pictures of us... It's kind of hard to make a silly face and look at the camera part of the computer instead of the window/screen where you can see your face/what you look like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite moments was when we were playing hangman.  I couldn’t figure out the puzzle for the life of me!  I thought it was all one word, but, as it turns out, it was three.  Jazzy's message for me was: “I love you!”  How sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-2952966664332102913?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2010/02/those-fancy-computers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-7084516287151108997</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-15T06:12:20.959-08:00</atom:updated><title>I Got a Haircut!</title><description>I'm excited! I don't think I've had my hair this short since first or second grade! I think it turned out great! The members of our board flew down to FL for meetings at the end of January, and the wife of one of the board members offered to cut &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; hair that wanted a haircut...for free! What a blessing! The picture itself came about when I realized (just recently) that my computer at work can take pictures...so here I am sitting at my desk at work, just after the completion of the haircutting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/Photo-48[1]-718376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-7084516287151108997?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2010/02/i-got-haircut.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-3531968947741029977</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T10:33:57.271-08:00</atom:updated><title>Melissa, The Married</title><description>&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050071-781663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050071-781255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of attending Melissa and Henry's wedding last week.  Here they are cutting a delicious German chocolate cake!  The bride and groom met during missions training in the summer of 2008, and Melissa was my roommate.  Since then she's served in Rwanda from October 2008-May 2009.  Currently she is working in a rescue mission with women in the inner city of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Milwaukee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050057-781160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050057-780762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite parts of the wedding was when Melissa's coworkers sang (in a way that only African &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; women can!) and seeing Henry and Melissa smile and laugh together during communion, after they'd prayed together.  I love to hear about how they affirm each other!  Other excitement includes that two of her friends from Rwanda (Ben and Stephanie) were able to attend the wedding and that she got to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; with a few friends currently in Rwanda the day before the wedding.  Should you know much about African culture, it may also amuse you that Henry gave two plastic cows to Ben as a dowry for Melissa.  One of her other friends said, "I told you she cost ten cows!" when they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skyped&lt;/span&gt; with him.  He had just been listening to Melissa's conversation with one of her Rwandan girl friends, but he pipped up when he heard about the cows!  Ben assured him that two was just a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;down payment&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050020-773159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050020-772760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't these look good?  Apparently Henry has some quality flower arranging skills!  It was neat to see how friends came together to lend table decorations, singing talents, kitchens to cook food, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050030-772671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050030-772273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did something unique (at least new to me!) with sand....they called it "unity sand."  There was one color for the Holy Spirit and one for Melissa's life and one for Henry's life.  During the ceremony they poured them all together.  It is very hard to separate out sand after it's been poured together and thus it was a symbol of the blending of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lives.  Also, they plan to take the sand out and re-pour it each year, to show how their lives are becoming more and more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entwined&lt;/span&gt; with each other and with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050029-723187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050029-722765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a cool picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC040006-722578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC040006-722163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Melissa pointing out her new married residence.  I had the honor of staying at her place and helping out with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-wedding preparations.  I can't tell you how FUN and how GOOD it was to be around her!  She is a woman of great joy!  She knows me well!  And her faith inspires me and gives me hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050015-727888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050015-727463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is at the hair place, opening one of many letters Henry wrote to her.  She was instructed to open one each hour until the wedding.  How sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050076-727374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PC050076-726946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are!  After many fuzzy pictures taken by strangers that did not turn out (it was pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;humerus&lt;/span&gt; how frequent the fuzziness was!), we captured a shot of the two of us right before her and Henry headed out.  Yeah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-3531968947741029977?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/12/melissa-married.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-4593829647049505774</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T22:20:36.672-08:00</atom:updated><title>Perspective</title><description>As I was flying home from Wisconsin where I had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of celebrating the marriage of two friends from missions training (Summer 2008 with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt;), I was struck by the difference in perspective I had from the sky.  I was thinking about how when God sees the world, he sees tiny houses the size of erasers on pencils and squares of green vegetation dotting the Earth.  Yet, He also sees a couch in a living room where two friends sit together, clinging to each other as they cry over recent happenings in their lives.  Or is present in the church when the eyes of the bride and groom first meet one their wedding day.  He sees the far away, zoomed out picture as well as the intimate, up close picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another realization of perspective came during Thanksgiving when I started making a list of all the hard things and good things that happened this year.  Though I would characterize the year as “hard,” I was struck that there were at least twice as many profoundly good, meaningful experiences on my list.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t think of any other hard things.  Partly, it hard to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;categorize&lt;/span&gt; some things as “hard” and not “good.”  Also, there are several really hard things that were hard to remember or, I’m sure, some hard things that I actually did forget.  It made me think about how big and intense those things seemed in the moment, yet even within the same year I can no longer remember them.  God has this uncanny ability to see things in the long term like that, not denying that an event is powerful and transforming in the moment but also knowing that there is an element of “temporary” to it that I often don’t see as clearly as He does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you pray that I learn to see from His perspective?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-4593829647049505774?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/12/perspective.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-7004066833924151572</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T19:15:33.146-08:00</atom:updated><title>October Pictures</title><description>Helen and I organized a Pumpkin Fest at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt;---complete with a caramel apple bar, pumpkin carving, and costumes!  Angela was a tractor (see below) and I was a gummy bear.  Check out my claws made out of straws!  &lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/tractor-and-gummybear-722897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/tractor-and-gummybear-722498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Several of you have asked about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Belzers&lt;/span&gt;....I absolutely LOVE having them here!!  The older girls helped organize the games and haul 40 pumpkins onto campus from the Pumpkin Patch.  We were so grateful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; help!  Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt;, dressed as "Smarty Pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/smarty-pants-761934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/smarty-pants-761562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below you can see Sarah dressed as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pippi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Longstocking&lt;/span&gt;!  Maggie was a shooting star (dressed as a star with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nerf&lt;/span&gt; gun in hand), but unfortunately I don't have a picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PA312074-728106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PA312074-727697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah for caramel apples!  My favorite caramel apple topping is Nutter Butter cookies crunched up!  Yum!  I delight in peanut butter in any form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PA312084-792859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/PA312084-792468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier this month, 30 of us carpooled to Atlanta to attend the Catalyst Leadership Conference. The theme was "On Your Mark," and there were several famous speakers from Rob Bell to Louie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Giglio&lt;/span&gt;, Chuck &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;, Andy Stanley, Dave Ramsey, etc.  They said a lot of profound things, which may result in another post later on...&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/catalyst-758552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/catalyst-758182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-7004066833924151572?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/11/october-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-4341570127611517332</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T21:16:35.321-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Reason to Smile</title><description>Today I was helping Angie out with some of the kids while Pastor Alex is out of town.  Mason (2) and I were looking through a book of animals.  We came to a page that had several kinds of fish on it, one of which was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clown fish&lt;/span&gt;.  "What kind of animal are those?" I asked him.  "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemos&lt;/span&gt;," he replied.  (Finding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clown fish&lt;/span&gt;...get it!?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-4341570127611517332?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/09/reason-to-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-3964189995075761619</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T21:02:12.147-07:00</atom:updated><title>More Than You Can Imagine</title><description>In the Beth Moore study of Genesis (called The Patriarchs), Beth discusses Abraham’s faith in reference to his willingness to sacrifice Isaac, the son of the promise, the son through which God was going to make Abraham’s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;descendants&lt;/span&gt; as numerous as the stars in the sky.  Abraham figured that if God said Isaac was the child of the promise, and Abraham’s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;descendants&lt;/span&gt; would come through Isaac, then they would.  Abraham did not doubt God’s goodness or trustworthiness when asked to sacrifice his only son.  Beth pointed out that there had never before been a recorded example of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resurrection&lt;/span&gt;, but, as cited in Hebrews 11, Abraham assumed that God would raise Isaac from the dead after Abraham killed him; Isaac had to end up alive for the promise to be fulfilled through him.  Beth went on to say that often we believe that what is possible with God are things that are probable already.  Yikes!  God, give us faith to believe that you are capable of things more incredible than we can even imagine!  Teach us how to pray with great trust in you!  Teach us to assume that you are honest and good all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-3964189995075761619?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/09/more-than-you-can-imagine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-8845000899013672648</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T18:27:27.720-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Merging of My Worlds</title><description>I have mentioned this in previous updates, but my church here in Florida is feeling more like home.  As I look back, I remember it taking a while before Rooftop felt like home, too.  I looked around at a BUNCH of different churches for the few months after I moved here and ended up going to this church around March.  In April, I got involved in the Sunday night college/young adult worship services.  In May, I started going to a small group with the college/young adult girls on Wednesdays.  In June, I started going to Sunday School with the college/young adults.  In July, I started volunteering in the nursery once a month during the Sunday night college/young adult services (some girls from the Lifeline Pregnancy Center go, along with other adults who help out and have kids).  Slowly, but surely, I am getting involved.  Though I have hung out with some of the girls from the House (That's what the college/young adult group is called) one-on-one before, and Sarah from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt; went with me to the House once, it is  only now, during August, that my two worlds (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt;/work and church) are beginning to merge a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my new housemates went to the House!  They have also gone running or biking with me.  I love that they want to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; in activities I love!  That is so NICE!.  Furthermore, I invited some girls from the House over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NMSIland&lt;/span&gt; (my house) for the first time this very week.  I know that the two worlds don't have to merge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;, but I think it is an indicator of increased &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comfortability&lt;/span&gt; in each world that this is happening &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;.  How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as other world merging opportunities, I am planning to go back to St. Louis to do some more support-raising and vist family, etc. over the holidays (probably during December).  I'll keep you posted as I decide when exactly that will be.  I would love to meet up with you during that time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-8845000899013672648?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/09/merging-of-my-worlds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-817311156246872172</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T18:07:12.702-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Blast From the Past</title><description>So there are two cool things about being a missionary and sending monthly updates.  The first is that I have to take more time to process what God's teaching me so I can explain it to other people.  The second is that people write back!  I love hearing from people!  I love that I get to interact with people that I may not have otherwise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: Just this week I got to talk to a former high school youth group sponsor from my church and my elementary art school teacher.  How cool is that!?!?  Art was by FAR my favorite special class in elementary school!  Writing back to her made me think of fun conversation inspired by one of the projects that we did when I was in fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I was telling my friend Lydia (4 years old) about some masks that we made.  We put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vaseline&lt;/span&gt; on our faces, got some cloth/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;plastery&lt;/span&gt; strips wet, overlapped the strips on our faces with only holes for our eyes and nose, and let them dry.  After they set for a few minutes, we pulled them off, scrubbed some crusty stuff off our faces around the hairline, and returned to class.  The next few classes we decorated the masks with paint and feathers and such.  They were SO COOL because they were individualized...exactly the size of YOUR face!  Lydia seemed interested and asked a few questions to better understand the mask making process.  Then I told her that we made another mask like that in seventh grade and that my face was a different shape by then.  I was thinking about how I had really chubby cheeks in fifth grade and how the mask I made in seventh grade was much smaller, less rounded...my seventh grade face seemed so small when I tried to put it into my fifth grade mask.  Lydia, however, stared at me wide-eyed and asked, "What shape WAS it?!?!"  It turns out she was thinking my face had literally changed shapes so that it was triangle or square or another "shape."  Ha ha!!  I love kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-817311156246872172?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/09/blast-from-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-3891241691142684147</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T13:54:25.632-07:00</atom:updated><title>Interesting Quotes</title><description>Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.  It's about learning to dance in the rain. (in an e-mail from a friend...reminds me of the mystery of how joy and sadness can coexist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as thirsty as a dehydrated goldfish.  (a quote from a video at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;devos&lt;/span&gt; of a really funny guy retelling the story of Gideon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-3891241691142684147?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/08/interesting-quotes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-8327664915767344784</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T01:17:53.408-07:00</atom:updated><title>One Word Testimony</title><description>Have you ever thought about what your testimony (story of how God's moved in your life) would be if it was shortened to one word?  For example, "God is my ________."  I think it's actually kind of hard to decide on one word, but my July words would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is my STRENGTH. (I've been exhausted a lot lately, not sleeping well.)&lt;br /&gt;God is my PROTECTOR. (I don't have to protect myself from other people or from feeling pain or have to live in fear.)&lt;br /&gt;God is my HOPE. (I've been been sad a lot lately.)&lt;br /&gt;God is my RESCUER. (I got a flat tire on my bike.)&lt;br /&gt;God is my REFUGE/HIDING PLACE. (I've been lonely a lot lately, had to say good-bye to a lot of people lately.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-8327664915767344784?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/08/one-word-testimony.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-5035732506525993545</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 07:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T01:10:35.777-07:00</atom:updated><title>Just a Shadow</title><description>About once a week in July, God blessed me with a particularly joyful, grateful, in awe of Him day.  When I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; about all the ways He'd blessed me at the end of one of those days, I noticed a verse that had stuck out to me earlier that morning, "the law is only a shadow of the good things that are coming" (Hebrews 10:1).  Along the same lines, it made me smile to think that this incredibly joyful, meaningful, my-heart-is-so-happy day was just a shadow of how good, full, and satisfying heaven is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few joyful July moments:&lt;br /&gt;*seeing Derek and Ashley, friends from Summer 2008 COAT&lt;br /&gt;*finding out Melissa is engaged, friend from Summer 2008 COAT&lt;br /&gt;*playing horse shoes with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rabecca&lt;/span&gt; at Fourth of July....making up tons of silly horse shoe throwing positions and movement combinations&lt;br /&gt;*trampling salt with Helen (Matthew 5:13...apparently her salt had lost its saltiness, so we decided to throw a bit on the ground and dance on it)&lt;br /&gt;*flying away like super&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heros&lt;/span&gt; with Jen S. as we left the office building on an errand...woosh!&lt;br /&gt;*making a pirate eye patch for Matt B. to wear while he was mopping (Mopping is always more fun when singing and talking in a pirate accent, ah matey!)&lt;br /&gt;*jumping for joy with Sarah B. at community lunch because it was such a good day and getting others to literally jump with us&lt;br /&gt;*making a birthday sign for Marty and another for IT guy appreciation day---the beginnings of using computer/design skills to encourage others/be humorous/creative&lt;br /&gt;*remembering Laura gave me bubble wrap for my birthday after we saw some people dancing on it in the movie Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Magorium's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Emporium&lt;/span&gt; (a kids' movie) and breaking it out to celebrate the night before she moved.  Did you know that the twist is the most effective dance move at getting those bubbles to pop?  Overall, the most effective method we found, however, was riding our bikes over it!  Later we learned that the ease of bubble popping is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;directly&lt;/span&gt; related to the size of the bubble.  The bigger the bubble, the deeper and louder and more easily attained is the popping sound.  Now you know :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-5035732506525993545?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/08/just-shadow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-7288147310087111697</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 11:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-12T05:01:40.716-07:00</atom:updated><title>Photo Update: June and July</title><description>&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7111922-722046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7111922-721560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Sunshine Skyway Bridge. Sometime when I was in elementary school we took a vacation to Florida and we drove over this bridge. My dad got so excited about it (and does about most anything involving water as well) that he ended up with a magnet of it on the refrigerator. Yesterday I called to tell him a mysterious riddle about something big and yellow in Florida that I'd seen that day that he really loves. He thought it was a banana. "Think bigger! Bigger than a car!" There were quite a few clues given before I mentioned that he owned a magnet of it, but then he got it! I must have talked to him and mom for a good hour and a half. It was a really nice conversation---I felt supported and loved. I've been missing a lot of people from back home lately. I think it is because the summer COAT session ends next week and I was in summer COAT last year...it feels like I should be headed home, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7111926-788017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7111926-787554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reason that was driving over the cool bridge mentioned above is that I was meeting up with Derek and Ashley in Clearwater. It was my first solo roadtrip in Florida! Derek and Ashley were in my COAT class last summer and have been finishing up school and support raising in Illinois and Indiana, where thier families are from. Now they're based in Orlando, where Derek worked a church for some time. We met in the middle at this beach/park. It's amazing how beautiful beaches and parks can be! And confusing how the sun always seems hotter there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7111929-749543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7111929-749052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me...I was going for a group shot, but didn't think of it until post-swimming, to which Ashley suggested that we do it a different day. They'll be up in Fort Myers for a week in August to attend a support raising seminar. Maybe I'll get a shot of them then. They're really sweet people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7101897-705715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7101897-705211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday was "Cow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Appreciation&lt;/span&gt; Day" at Chic-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a. A bunch of us dressed up like cows and got a free meal! That's right a whole entire meal free....sandwich, fries, even a milkshake! Quality company, dressing up in silly costumes, free food, ice cream, and fun dipping sauces...can't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7101908-775176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P7101908-774686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a close up of my costume. I have some thoughts about how to do it better next time, but didn't have a whole lot of time to make it between work and when I left. The main part is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trash bag&lt;/span&gt; with Sharpie spots drawn on. There is a cowbell on my neck made out of a paper plate. The tail is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trash bag&lt;/span&gt; with a coffee filter at the end. I had a mask made out of a paper plate, too, but it looked more like a mean pig when I got done with it, so I left it in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6141882-735503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6141882-735017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt;/boss for Media, Jen. She recently had another knee surgery (she had one this winter, too). Pray for her complete healing and a joyful spirit. She is a huge blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6141879-704569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6141879-704098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; silly on the way home from bowling with the COAT group one day. Shane (left) is now married to Helen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rabecca&lt;/span&gt; (yellow shirt) and Beth (middle in the backseat) are two of my favorite COAT people! That was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the most high fives I've ever given anyone during a bowling game...an encourager's dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6141872-770835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6141872-770341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the bowling group. Megan B. is in the middle back wearing a blue shirt; she's my other favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;COATer&lt;/span&gt; and one of my housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6141873-739613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6141873-739113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us with our tough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt; faces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6271890-701542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6271890-701061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me at Helen's wedding. I went up early with Sarah on Wednesday to hang out and help get a few last minute things done. The wedding was Saturday (June 27). I got to design a really cool prayer card for them to hand out that the reception, which was one of my first (mostly) solo designing something from scratch experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6271895-769487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P6271895-769000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Helen at Helen's wedding. Ironically, I didn't take very many pictures that day. I did, however, end up being the one to video the ceremony. I have not had frequent practice as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;videographer, but I think &lt;/span&gt;it turned out okay. A few weeks later, Ryan S. moved back, who is our resident (and only) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;videographer and most recent addition to the staff in the Media Department&lt;/span&gt;. I'm excited to see what videos he makes about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt; as a whole, specific countries or projects, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-7288147310087111697?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/07/photo-update-june-and-july.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-3688464314391990006</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T11:57:57.295-07:00</atom:updated><title>Praises From June</title><description>At the end of my monthly update I mentioned that there was not enough room to write all the praises that I have from the month of June.  Here are a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My roommate Helen is got married on June 27, 2009!  We met about a year and a half ago through the COAT program and have been growing in our depth of love for one another since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Helen’s husband Shane, recently returned from serving in Kenya and has joined the Media Division.  Thanks largely to him and Josh, I am learning more about graphic design and am starting to be able to use a little more creativity in my job/contribute to designing pieces from scratch.  I am blessed by the increasing unity in our division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Division Leader, Jen D., blesses me regularly and says that I bring out the best in her.  Praise that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; has grown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tremendously&lt;/span&gt; since I arrived in January.  Praise for all the people here in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt; community who speak up and tell me good that they see in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Megan, one of my roommates going through the COAT program right now, blesses me with her boldness and honesty.  Praise for several awesome girls in the COAT program that I have been able to start building &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; with (Megan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rabecca&lt;/span&gt;, and Beth).  This session of COAT ends at the end of July--pray for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;transformation&lt;/span&gt; and guidance with future ministry plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This month the college/young adult group at my church in Fort Myers started to feel like home (ironically it is called “The House”).  Specific praise for my friends Crystal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; S., and Emily N. there and our deepening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Praise for my mentor at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt;, a godly woman full of wisdom who loves people deeply.  Praise for a deepening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; and even greater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; for her and her family.  Pray for her to have a restful summer with them (the twins are four and her youngest is one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Praise for Anne’s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;availability&lt;/span&gt; and willingness to mentor me during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Praise for an opportunity to do a Beth Moore Bible study (Daniel) with my church and a recent opportunity to do one (Patriarchs) with some girls from the office.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Specifically&lt;/span&gt;, praise for an opportunity to get to know the leader, Danielle, and her family better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A renewed excitement about prayer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt; induced by incredibly powerful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-service prayer experiences at “The House.”  As Pastor Alex says, “No one should out-pray us for our ministry.”  I have noticed a shift from praying mostly for my supporters back home, to praying mostly for those I am in regular contact with here, those I desire to minister to.  I think this is a healthy shift that signifies that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;enculturating&lt;/span&gt; here and fully investing in the lives of those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Praise for Pastor Alex and his wife Angie as both have encouraged me through their passion for God as well as their commitment to following up with people in the college/young adult ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Praise for a road trip this weekend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Clearwater&lt;/span&gt; to reconnect with Derek and Ashley, two incredible people who went through the COAT program with me last summer.  Pray for successful support raising so they can move back here to work in the Short-Term Projects Division (Derek) and with HIV Hope (Ashley). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Praise that even though it has been a sadder, harder month compared to the last few, there are still TONS of reasons to praise God!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-3688464314391990006?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/07/praises-from-june.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-8705568967034666106</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-03T13:15:04.619-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Incredible Inchausteguis</title><description>I have been so blessed! In the last few months God has filled me with a deep love for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Inchausteguis&lt;/span&gt;, a family living here on campus. Monday they left, moving on to support-raising, coursework at Missionary Training International in Colorado, and then ministry in Mexico (to start a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kanakuk&lt;/span&gt;-like Christian sports camp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In His goodness, God allowed me to spend a lot of time win them during their last week here, making signs and cupcakes to get ready for Isabel's sixth birthday party, setting up and playing with the kids at the water area in the park while Shawn and Susan set up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pavilion&lt;/span&gt; for the party, late nights at their house packing things in boxes and cleaning in preparation for the big move, playing with the kids outside (tire swings, tag, restaurant/pretend, tree forts/houses, bike riding!)... Some nights I would come home from their house and just cry as lay on my bed. Spending time with them was so good that it hurt to stop, to come back home... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I waved good-bye, their silver van headed down the street and tears came... I stumbled home (two houses away) and lay on my bed crying, this time heaving sobs shook my frame. No stifling, not sniffles, but full-out weeping. My tears were tears of love, celebration, and sadness. I realize that God has blessed me profoundly through this family. I celebrate His blessing!  I celebrate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Inchausteguis!&lt;/span&gt; If I didn't see how good that was, I wouldn't be hurting right now. If I didn't have a heart that loves intensely, I wouldn't be hurting. Pray that I have the courage to continue grieving in this way---healthily, without restraint, not trying to push the sadness down or deny the hurt. I am learning that sadness is not "bad," that it is not sin. So often hopelessness and despair accompany sadness, and those are sins. This sadness, however, is not one of hopelessness. It is a sadness of celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one of the first times in my life, I am beginning to see how closely joy and sorrow are related, how both can be so profoundly felt at the same time. They are not opposites; they coexist. Anxiety is the opposite of joy, not sadness. I can grieve openly and not worry about falling into despair or depression and "being sad forever" because I can see God moving so much! He is blessing me and providing for me right and left! The other day I literally recognized TEN ways he blessed me in ONE hour! He's crazy about me! He is giving me eyes to see Him work! He reminds me how well He knows me! There is great joy in that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, as Oswald Chambers said, "All change is loss. All loss must be grieved."  (Thanks for the quote, Ashley!!!)  I felt at home in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Inchausteguis&lt;/span&gt;' house, like I belonged, was loved, was accepted. At any moment it was okay to have silly, joyful times or ask a hard questions or have a deep conversations. We openly told each other (mostly me and Susan) that we were crazy about each other. Now they have moved. That is a loss. There will be grief.  That is natural and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me introduce you to my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281802-705100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281802-704701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabel and Kaleb wonder why we have to stop playing in the water to take a picture. The water area was conveniently located near the party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pavilion for Isabel's birthday celebration at a park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281807-701865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281807-701578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see Susan in the yellow shirt in the background. She worked really hard to make this a great day for Isabel! A lot of kids from Isabel's kindergarten class got to come, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281808-729547.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The birthday girl blows out her candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281813-710017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There were two pinatas at the party. To break open the first one, you had to pull on the right string. Each kid got to pick one string. The birthday girl started us off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281815-722354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawn, in blue to the right, made sure everyone understood how to do it. Later he blindfolded the kids and spun them around for pinata number two---the traditional, whack it as hard as you can kind.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281821-786212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5281829-785678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is baby brother Isaac at the end of all the birthday fun, looking adorable as usual.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5311831-729932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Having a picnic in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tree house (the day before they moved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5311837-776301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One beautiful girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-8705568967034666106?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/06/incredible-inchausteguis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-5741442523724992035</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T14:24:45.278-07:00</atom:updated><title>What I Can't Do, Confessions of a Pride-aholic</title><description>A bit from my monthly e-mail update because some of you who read this do not get those...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In her Bible study on the book of Daniel, Beth Moore wrote that, “Satan recognizes the treasures God has given us more than we do.”  He tries to convince us that we’re bad at the very things that we’re really good at.  Satan has been trying to convince me that I’m not good at loving people, but God has been using this last month to affirm that He has gifted me in this area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, God’s been pointing out ways that I’m prideful in how I love others (keep praying against that!), so that I can become more effective in ministry.  When I try to take on things that are God’s job and not mine, I put a lot of pressure on myself, get tired from working so hard, and feel like a failure (no one on earth can fill His shoes!).  When blame myself and don’t recognize what choices the other person is responsible for making, I prevent others from taking ownership of their sin and reduce the potential for them to grow as a result of our conflict.  Isaiah 47:10 says, “Your wisdom and knowledge mislead you when you say to yourself, “I am, and there is none besides me.””  This voice of pride is mine whenever I think that all of the good choices, attitudes, or actions OR all of the bad choices, attitudes, or actions are mine in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning that God is significantly better at knowing people and loving people than I am, and that is a beautiful, freeing thing!  I am learning to identify what I CAN’T do in relationships and specify that out loud, in the moment (Check out the growing list of “Things I Can’t Do” on my blog: &lt;a href="http://www.godblogyou.com/"&gt;www.godblogyou.com&lt;/a&gt; !).  Each time I add something to the list, I grieve that I can’t do something that I thought I could do (I have less control!), celebrate that I am not responsible for doing it (Freedom!), and am grateful that I know that Someone can do it and do it well (It’s God!  There’s hope!).  By showing me what I CAN’T do, God is lifting the burden of pride from my shoulders and freeing me to put more energy into what I CAN do.  I can love.  I can point out how I see God working.  I can believe.  I can point out sin.  I can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Can’t Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make people feel loved&lt;/strong&gt;  (I am called to love and encourage people, but people get to choose whether they will receive or reject my love.  I cannot control whether or not they believe that I care about them.  I can hug them and write them notes until I’m blue in the face, but if they are convinced that I don’t love them, the hugs and notes will not change their mind.  That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean that I should stop loving them, but it does mean that my ability to love others can not be measured by whether or not they believe I love them/receive my love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Control people’s emotions&lt;/strong&gt;---It’s my fault she’s mad, etc.  (People choose what to feel, how to react.  Someone can lash out at me and I can choose to respond calmly.  Or I can choose to feel rejected or betrayed and yell back at them in anger.  In both cases, the person’s action towards me is the same.  How I chose to respond was different.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Convict people of sin&lt;/strong&gt; (It’s God’s job, not mine! I can call people out on negative things that I see in their lives or in their interactions with me. The Bible tells us to rebuke others in love; it is important that I do this out of love and not out of judgment or a desire to be right.  At the same time, I cannot make others agree that a behavior is sinful or motivate them to desire change in that area.  Neil Anderson, author of the Steps to Freedom, says that is misdirecting that person’s battle with God onto myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Protect people from shame&lt;/strong&gt; (If someone is ashamed of their sin and does not want to confess it to others, I cannot protect them from feeling shame.  In The Wounded Heart, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allender&lt;/span&gt; defines shame as, “the dread of being known.”  He goes on to say that it is a result of misplaced trust, of letting people determine our acceptability rather than Christ.  If we let Christ determine our acceptability, we are sad over our sin and move towards gratefulness for God’s forgiveness and Jesus’ death.  It is up to the person whether or not they look to God or to man, whether they choose to feel shame or sadness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Protect people from sadness, prevent people from being sad.&lt;/strong&gt; (People choose their emotions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Heal people&lt;/strong&gt; (It’s God’s job!  I cannot give people freedom.  I can point out how I see God working.  I can point out sin that I see.  I cannot give people a desire to seek truth or increase their belief.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Make people love me&lt;/strong&gt;  (To love is a choice.  I can love people, but I have no control over whether they love me back.  I can be kind, observant, encouraging, thoughtful, honest, and sincere.  I cannot convince people that I am worth loving.  I cannot be perfect.  I cannot earn love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Make people feel accepted/prevent them from feeling betrayed.&lt;/strong&gt;  (I can assure people that I love them.  It is their choice whether to trust that I love them or to feel betrayed when I am loving someone else or focusing on someone else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Protect people from feeling rejected, abandoned, or like a failure&lt;/strong&gt; (To feel fear is a choice.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Read people’s minds/meet needs I don’t know about&lt;/strong&gt;  (To be open, honest, and vulnerable is a choice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Make people be real/admit their sin&lt;/strong&gt; (I can be honest and open with others, but I cannot make them confess sin, speak truth, be honest, be vulnerable, admit weakness, etc.  They control how well I know them.  I can ask questions.  I can hang out with them.  I can love them.  I can pursue them diligently.  It is their choice whether or how deeply they let me into their lives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Make people receive hope&lt;/strong&gt; (I can point out how I see God working.  I can propose solutions to solve a problem.  I can offer to help or assist.  I can be optimistic.  It is up to the person whether they focus on the good or the bad in the situation.  I cannot make them see the good.  Hope is a matter of perspective; it is a choice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Make people trust me.&lt;/strong&gt;  (To trust is a choice.  I can ask people why they do not trust me.  I can ask them if I have sinned against them in some way I am unaware of.  I can ask forgiveness for my sin.  I can seek reconciliation when there is conflict, but I cannot convince anyone that I am trustworthy.  I can be vulnerable and honest and put all my thoughts, feelings, and sins on the table, but they get to choose whether they feel safe around me, whether I am worthy of their trust.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are also my prayer requests.&lt;/em&gt;  Just because I realized that I couldn't do these things enough times to add them to the list does not mean that they are not things that I struggle with anymore.  Pray that God would continue to convict me of pride and free me to love others well in relationships!!!  Thank you so much for your prayers!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-5741442523724992035?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/05/what-i-cant-do-confessions-of-pride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-2271215312069530246</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T20:48:07.658-07:00</atom:updated><title>Helen, the Beautiful (and the Almost Married)</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5161698-716398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5161698-715972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We threw Helen a bridal shower today. Here are the tasty eats. Her colors are teal and brown. The shower was outside, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kylee's&lt;/span&gt; backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5161792-726650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt;. She's my mento/counselor/friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5161753-731718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen got a lot of gifts. I think she looks like a model in this picture! Isn't she beautiful!?!? I was the picture taker and it was really sunny, which made it a little tricky and a lot sweaty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5161770-750558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was also in charge of encouragement. This is the scrapbook I made Helen with a lot of quotes from different people that love her about why they think she's wonderful, pictures of those people, Bible verses, etc. I found some post-it notes shaped like speech bubbles and wrote the quotes people had in the speech bubbles.  It was so fun and colorful!  I think she liked it. She even cried! Then we prayed for her as a group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5161771-708854.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5161772-750611.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Later we had cupcake decorating! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5161781-707036.JPG" border="0" /&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/3950959350402764509-2271215312069530246?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/05/helen-beautiful-and-almost-married.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-1561279539853783300</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T20:17:59.789-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ezra, One EZ Kid to Love!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5151694-741989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5151694-741589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my friend Ezra. He and his family went through our training program this Spring and left today for the summer. The picture if of us saying good-bye last night. He's a sweetie and I've really enjoyed encouraging him, spending time with him, playing games with him, etc. We've had several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mancala&lt;/span&gt; marathons and even played chess a few times! I didn't know how to play chess until I was in high school, so I was impressed that he had the general idea. We got confused about a few pieces because it was an African chess set and the pieces looked totally different than in the standard black and white version I'm used to. Ezra loves games and, even more than that, he loves attention. Not in a "look at me!" show-off kind of way, in a "I'm the middle of three kids and the other two are louder and express their needs more forcefully" kind of way.  He has a great personality and makes me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One last week I got back from a bike ride and was passing by Ezra's house on the way back to my house. Out of the blue, he walked up to me and asked, "Do you want to go on a jog? We could go right down this street, that street, and back here (around the block). I could go change real quick." I said, "Sure!" and was totally amused that he had come up with going on a jog as a fun form of hanging out with me, especially since there was no previous talk of running or jogging going on. Then it cracked me up that he was going to go change clothes. He wasn't particularly dressed up or anything that required changing, but he came back out in baggy green athletic shorts and a t-shirt, ready to go on a run.  We asked his mom for permission, and we were off!  And he didn't try to run ahead of me or anything either; he stayed right by my side and made conversation. We were actually fairly similarly paced, which I thought was fun, too.  I love how he was getting winded, huffing and puffing a little, and quickly found a cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of trash on the ground to stop and look at for a minute.  I love how obvious kids are, even in their subtlety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5151695-748959.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here he is being camera shy and then laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5151693-797983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a season of transition, as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; Helen moves out and gets married in June, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; Laura leaves to lead an internship to Bulgaria this summer, my friend Susan and her family leave Florida to support raise in the Mid-West and then deploy to Mexico, my friend Angela leads an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt; to Myanmar and Thailand (also the editor, person who looks over/proofs my work), Ezra and his family leave for the summer, my friend Misty moves back into our house after a few month absence (she was house sitting for some people who were out of town), a new session of the COAT training program starts and someone named Megan moves into our house, my friend Melissa moves back from Rwanda, Shane (Helen's future husband) begins working in Media after an apprenticeship in Kenya, Ryan begins working in Media after support-raising in Oklahoma, and more.  A lot of change is coming, and that is a little overwhelming and also an opportunity for growth.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pray that:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will let myself be sad, &lt;strong&gt;grieve &lt;/strong&gt;the things I'm loosing and know that it's okay to miss them.  Being sad doesn't mean I'm going to be hopeless, it means I realize that those were great things!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That my eyes will be opened to how God is working in my life and the lives of those around me, I would continue to be filled with &lt;strong&gt;praise and awe&lt;/strong&gt; at His goodness, timing, provision, how well He knows me, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My identity would be &lt;strong&gt;securely rooted&lt;/strong&gt; in Him and in His love for me, I'd speak up/speak truth to people/believe my thoughts and opinions and perspectives are valuable, I'd be unshaken by less frequent contact with friends, transitions, etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would become even more &lt;strong&gt;self-aware,&lt;/strong&gt; having a teachable spirit, being &lt;strong&gt;humble&lt;/strong&gt;, to learn what unhealthy patterns I have in communicating, what is unhealthy about how I view others, God, love, etc.  That I would &lt;strong&gt;recognize my needs&lt;/strong&gt; and take steps to meet them without guilt or shame (time alone, time with people, counseling, exercise, sleep, etc.  Continue to discover and &lt;strong&gt;develop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;giftings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; God's given me through trust/see them as gifts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some friends that went through COAT with me would be able to move back soon (&lt;strong&gt;Derek and Ashley&lt;/strong&gt;); I miss them; they're support raising right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-1561279539853783300?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/05/ezra-one-ez-kid-to-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-1427774694312838348</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T09:12:46.621-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'm a Winner!!!!</title><description>This morning I ran a 5K (3.1 miles) that a local church was sponsoring to raise money for AIDS work in Africa. I asked a few different people if they wanted to do it with me, but they either didn't want to or were busy, so I ended up going by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a friend there who actually goes to the same church as me and the same college/young adult group while I was waiting for the race to start! How fun! We'd never met each other before and ran part of the race together. I thought that was particularly ironic because the reason I got into running in the first place was to build relationships with girls at my home church when they were training to do the Race for the Cure together.  Tiff and Rachel, I was especially remembering you today!  They are so good at pace setting!  And we're similar in speed.  AND I just like them a lot!  God has been giving me more boldness in initiating contact with non-NMSI people.  I think that's exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I got third place in my age division! Can you believe it!??! I got a bronze medal in a race!!! I think that's pretty funny! (Yes, there were only a few hundred people there, so I'm not actually sure how many people there were that were in my age division). But there is still reason to celebrate, especially since it will probably never happen again!  WOW!!  It is especially wonderful because I just decided to sign up for the race on Wednesday night (this is Saturday/race day) and did a "practice run" on Thursday to make sure that I could still run three miles.  Lately I've been biking more than running----I looked up my weekend bike riding route (created by my friend Sarah) on &lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/"&gt;www.mapmyrun.com&lt;/a&gt; and it was 18 miles!  Isn't that crazy!?!?  One of the benefits of living in Florida is consistent sun, which makes me smile!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5021601-700078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P5021625-734005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my pretend running pose?  That's the cord of my camera case on the ground :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-1427774694312838348?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/05/im-winner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-1483260471909445569</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T08:57:34.975-07:00</atom:updated><title>Did You Get My Newsletter?</title><description>Sometime in mid-April, you should have received my newsletter. My first official, paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt; newsletter!!!! Potentially, you could receive up to three of those per year from me. If you did not receive it and want to, feel free to e-mail me and I'll add you to the list! I'm excited to share what God's doing in my life with the people who love me, support me financially, and pray for me!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few fun pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P3101428-790713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is our printer!  I've recently learned to order toner, calibrate the printer, and ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P3101436-741241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We print things on 11x17 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of paper, for the most part, which saves money because we pay "per click" for printing.  That means that printing one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of paper costs the same amount, no matter how large the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of paper is.  After printing multiple copies of a publication on the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of paper, we cut them apart with this fancy cutter.  There is a lot of laughing that goes on by that cutter because it's hard to push the lever down sometimes.  Also, that's where I make most of my mistakes, accidentally cutting of part of a letter of a word or making a cut that is a fraction of an inch off (that matters if you are putting the publication in the folder or sending it to the bulk mail).  I'm learning (some days are better than others) that mistakes are not sins, to "cut" myself a little slack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P3111474-775543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the fancy folder.  It has a pretty good beat---when it starts folding it kind of sounds like someone is blasting some loud bass music from the car next to you while you're waiting for a stop light.  I am quite grateful for the folder, though, as we recently have printed some brochures for the "How Will They Hear?" campaign (to raise money to build houses on campus to have room to train missionaries that are going to the field) that are on 12x18 paper and consequently are being folded by hand because they do not fit in the folder.  So I'm thankful for the folder and Vicki, an aunt of one of our missionaries in Bulgaria, who has been volunteering in the PUB (we call it that here...it stands for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PUBlications&lt;/span&gt;" office) and folding brochures and tabbing and labeling newsletters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P3111521-709275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are some examples of finished publications.  Don't they look nice!??!!?  These are my friends Derek and Ashley, who will be moving to Fort Myers soon (I hope!!!) to work in the Short-term Ministries division and with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HIVHope&lt;/span&gt;.  It's fun to e-mail people back and forth about the proof of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; publication because I get to develop relationships with missionaries that I haven't met and keep up with a few of my friends.  Yeah for e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://godblogyou.com/uploaded_images/P3131584-742798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a sheet of address labels, a giant disc of tabs (circular stickers that hold the newsletter together in the mail---we don't put them in envelopes) that I think looks kind of like an old time film reel, and a bulk mail tub.  We sort out each newsletter into 1. foreign 2. local  3. all else as we tab and label.  We get a cheaper rate on mailing local items (.118 cents) as opposed to all else (.162 cents).  So that's a little more about what I do each day!  I'm excited to include pictures!  I'm at the Bread Co. using their free Internet right now and it totally makes me think of support-raising.  I used free Bread Co. Internet a LOT during those months!  I guess Florida is not a TOTALLY different world....  :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-1483260471909445569?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/05/did-you-get-my-newsletter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-8482136695017740069</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T22:40:01.407-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ways That God is Bringing Me to Life</title><description>This list was originally going to be part of my April e-mail update.  God did ALL OF THIS in the last month!  Can you believe it!?!?  These are experiences when I could say, "This is totally me!  This is who I am!  I feel so alive!"  I remember getting excited about feeling that alive feeling two or three times while I was in Peru during the summer of 2007 teaching English and working in orphanages...and that being WAY more than "normal" at that time in my life.  Man, God sure is moving!!!  I'm like 500% more alive than I was then! (3 times vs. 16 times in a month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ways That God is Bringing Me to Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Helen and I spontaneously made homemade bubbles.  Then we used drinking straws to invent various bubble wand prototypes and tried to convince several others on campus to join the fun.  I love doing silly, kid-related things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Laura, Kyle, Helen, and I went on a prayer walk around our neighborhood and used sidewalk chalk to write “Jesus Loves You!” and “There’s Hope!” on corners where prostitutes usually stand.  I love prayer walking!  And I love sidewalk chalk!  And I love writing with fun lettering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jazzy (5 years old, family going through COAT training program here to serve in Ecuador) and I played beach volleyball in my office one morning before work started.  Then she did some creative, interpretive dancing and had me copy her for a good half hour.  I love how she’s not afraid of her beauty or afraid of how much she loves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There have been a few times when my housemates and I have read bedtime stories from the Jesus Storybook Bible.  I love reading children’s books to other people!  I love it when I get the feeling that, “this is exactly how things are supposed to be!”  One time we read a passage that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t stop loving you.  You are my heart’s treasure.  But I lost you.  Now I am coming back for you.  I am like the sun that gently shines on you, chasing away darkness and fear and death.  You’ll be so happy—you’ll be like little caves running free in an open field.  I am going to send my Messenger—The Promised One.  The One you have been waiting for.  The Rescuer.  He is coming.  So, get ready!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We acted out the part about the calves running free in an open field with me.  We were down on all fours and it was really funny!  I love it when people do silly things with me!  I love being joyful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ezra (7 year old whose family is going through the COAT training program here) sought me out to play games with him.  I love how kids are really obvious about who they love.  His mom invited me to invest in him regularly and be a prayer warrior for her kids.  I can’t believe that our friendship just started in the last month!  I love to encourage kids, play with them, listen to their stories, ask them questions, invest in them…that makes me feel so alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Helen came into my office to celebrate about a conversation she’d just had with her father and I had her wear a feathery, purple boa (that was in the package of joy that my church sent me a while back).  Then we praised God together, literally praying to Him and telling Him we were super-excited!  I got to pray with four or five people that day and it was another one of those, “this is exactly how it’s supposed to be!” feelings.  Some of the praying was about sad things, but all of it was looking to God.  I love it when he reminds me to do that and I obey him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My friends, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Inchausteguis&lt;/span&gt;, are preparing to go to Mexico as missionaries.  While Shawn was out of town support-raising for a few weeks, I got to help Susan out with the kids once in a while, which really solidified my friendship with their family.  One day I was helping Isabel (5) with her spelling words while Susan gave Isaac (8 months) and Kaleb (3) a bath.  Then I read a book to Kaleb while Isabel took a bath.  I love teaching! I love remembering games that I used to play with my kindergarten kids (with Word Wall words in this case)!  I love reading to kids!  I love seeing kids looking all cute in their pajamas!  I love it when kids cuddle with me on the couch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I was playing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Inchaustegui&lt;/span&gt; kids in the backyard by myself and felt very responsible, trustworthy, and like I could be a mom.  It did made me miss the other kids I had in kindergarten, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. On my birthday I was taking a shipment of newsletters to the Bulk Mail on the other side of town.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t realize how much I miss driving in the car and singing loudly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Helen, Laura, and I had a picnic outside and tried to eat donuts without using our hands, just diving right into the plate mouth-first.  I love doing common things in silly ways!  I love laughing!  I love party games (this event was inspired by a Jell-O eating contest for Little-K in college)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We made a care package to send a few people in the COAT program after they’d moved away to support raise (This session of COAT is over now and the next session starts at the end of May).  I love thinking of ways to make people smile!  I love thinking of funny reasons why to include each item in the package.  I love using post-it notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My friend Sarah is doing an apprenticeship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YouthHope&lt;/span&gt; (a ministry of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt; that is working to impact global youth and train global youth leaders) and recently finished writing some papers for a college class that she is taking.  We celebrated with spontaneous bubble blowing in the office (from the wonderful package from my home church…did you know there are smelly bubbles!?!?  These were grape.)  I love celebrating with people!  I love reminding people that little victories are a big deal!  I love it that they share their victories with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; found some fun clothes on the free table lately, one of which is a pair of bright green pants with thinner pink and brown stripes down them.  I like to call them my watermelon pants.  I wore them the next day!  I love free things!  I love silly things!  I love that Tera, Ezra’s mom, said, “those are totally you!” (Sorry, Kris, I haven't gotten a picture of them yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. One day it was really windy and I made a kite out of a paper bag, some sticks, tape, and string during lunch.  Susan, Helen, and Laura really enjoyed watching me try to “fly” it!  I love being resourceful and spontaneous!  God keeps giving me ideas of fun things to do!  They just happen!  God keeps giving me fun ideas about how to love people!  They just happen!  Because they’re coming from Him, I don’t have to worry about running out of them!  How freeing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. About fifty of us gather together to have devotions every morning at the office.  Once a week we sing instead of doing Bible study.  This was the case on my birthday and all the songs were about God loving us incredibly much.  I love worshiping!  I love singing!  I love connecting to God like that!  I love it when I know some of the words to the songs!  (There are a lot of new songs here, so that was a special gift.  I really miss worship at Rooftop!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. On my birthday people were asking me random questions to get to know me better.  One of them was, “If you could have any three pets and not have to take care of them, which pets would you want?”  My response was, “Can I have kids instead of pets?”  I named a few of my favorite kids.  That led to, “What was your favorite thing to do with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kindergarteners&lt;/span&gt;?”  That was a really hard question because I LOVED teaching a TON!  I listed a few things, one of which was “sing silly songs with them.”  I asked my friends if they wanted to sing a silly song with me, and then they all got up and we sang the “Tutti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tah&lt;/span&gt;” by Dr. Jean.  It’s a culminating song, like Father Abraham, that ends with you spinning around in a circle and singing with your tongue out and your bottom up in the air.  I love singing silly songs!  I love songs with hand motions!  I love introducing people to fun that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know about before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-8482136695017740069?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/04/ways-that-god-is-bringing-me-to-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-2645579530821480808</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T19:23:51.479-07:00</atom:updated><title>NewsLink's Done, A Song of Celebration!</title><description>I wrote this song for my friend Angela, who also works in the Media Division.  The number of syllables is not quite right in some parts, but it's pretty close and still conveys the theme of celebration of her accomplishment.  I thought Angela should celebrate because she's been working on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NewsLink&lt;/span&gt; almost exclusively for weeks and weeks and it's done!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NewsLink&lt;/span&gt; is a magazine that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt; prints twice a year with articles about what God is doing around the world.  If you support me individually as a missionary, then you'll know about my individual ministry because you get monthly updates via e-mail or paper newsletters a few times a year.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NewsLink&lt;/span&gt;, however, gives you an opportunity to find out about stories from around the world that you might not otherwise know about.  This edition is on Myanmar and Thailand.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NewsLink&lt;/span&gt; gets sent to all the supporters of all the missionaries at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NMSI&lt;/span&gt;, so we send it out to be printed and then it goes to the Bulk Mail.  If you're on my mailing list, you'll get one at the end of May, I believe.  If you did not get a newsletter titled, "Profoundly Blessed" in the mail at the end of April, you're not on my mailing list.  If you want to be on my mailing list, e-mail me your address.  Now for the song... (Oh, Jen is the head of the Media Division...that's important to know for the song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NewsLink&lt;/span&gt;’s Done&lt;br /&gt;For Angela on April 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;To the tune of “Heart of Worship”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NewsLink&lt;/span&gt;’s done&lt;br /&gt;Comments by everyone&lt;br /&gt;And I feel relieved&lt;br /&gt;All the type-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; fixed&lt;br /&gt;One thing off the list&lt;br /&gt;Celebration for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bring it to the printer&lt;br /&gt;For a large mailing&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the bulk mail this time&lt;br /&gt;So thankful to ha-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; Jen&lt;br /&gt;As we plan ahead&lt;br /&gt;Seek to remember dead-lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back to job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;riet&lt;/span&gt;-y&lt;br /&gt;So great at editing&lt;br /&gt;Incredible at lay-out&lt;br /&gt;To tell stories of hope and redemption&lt;br /&gt;Jesus opening doors&lt;br /&gt;And the gospel far reaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When crisis occurs&lt;br /&gt;God always opens doors&lt;br /&gt;And I simply write&lt;br /&gt;Longing just to bring&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;glor&lt;/span&gt;-y to light&lt;br /&gt;In a darkened world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bring it to the printer&lt;br /&gt;For a large mailing&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the bulk mail this time&lt;br /&gt;So thankful to ha-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; Jen&lt;br /&gt;As we plan ahead&lt;br /&gt;Seek to remember dead-lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back to job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;riet&lt;/span&gt;-y&lt;br /&gt;So great at editing&lt;br /&gt;Incredible at lay-out&lt;br /&gt;To tell stories of hope and redemption&lt;br /&gt;Jesus opening doors&lt;br /&gt;And the gospel far reaching&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;…Jesus opening doors&lt;br /&gt;And the gospel far reaching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-2645579530821480808?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/04/newslinks-done-song-of-celebration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950959350402764509.post-9164862537285631138</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T19:25:19.180-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Normal Day (??)</title><description>A missionary from Cambodia just got back today to raise more support.  Another is coming through in a few weeks, about to deploy to Thailand---she was one of the people who led the training I participated in last summer.  Today different friend of mine left for Myanmar for a three week project.  And I had lunch with a former missionary to Kenya, a quality conversation with a former missionary to Russia, and am hanging out tonight with a couple heading to Zimbabwe at the end of August.  I'm constantly amazed at how "normal" it is to be around people who have served all over the world!  How crazy!  How fun!  I am really fortunate to be in this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950959350402764509-9164862537285631138?l=godblogyou.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://godblogyou.com/2009/04/normal-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>