<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:07:20.405-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='Authenticity'/><category term='It&apos;s a Girl Thing'/><category term='Faith Bootcamp'/><category term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><category term='Synergy'/><category term='therealPRlife'/><category term='In the Kitchen'/><category term='Trading Oranges for Peaches'/><category term='Casa Villamil'/><category term='BRANDED'/><title type='text'>JV's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3172375031197047853</id><published>2012-01-27T11:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:07:20.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Better Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wD5vf7SpdWg/TyLTL8dE-EI/AAAAAAAABJE/FHyUjsoCaY0/s1600/24980972902847966_rGvc47T2_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702352280364578882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wD5vf7SpdWg/TyLTL8dE-EI/AAAAAAAABJE/FHyUjsoCaY0/s320/24980972902847966_rGvc47T2_c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You got the job you always wanted. But the deadlines are tight and hours are long.&lt;br /&gt;You added that extra class you need to graduate. But it's only available Saturday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;You let someone skip you at lunch. But now they are out of what you were craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call this being 'pleasantly dissatisfied.'&lt;br /&gt;Because you're only halfway satisfied with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;Things could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part of the reason why they aren't, is because we settle for being pleasantly dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Placing our hope in things that can only provide a temporary fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 58:11 reminds us why things are meant to be better.&lt;br /&gt;In this scripture, God promises to continuously guide and satisfy our desires.&lt;br /&gt;That we will be like a spring that never runs dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise to be satisfied is the promise to be full.&lt;br /&gt;To have more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we have to do is believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being satisfied in God means loving Him for who He is.&lt;br /&gt;It means you look forward to who you will become in Him, and welcome His way of bringing you there.&lt;br /&gt;It means turning off the distractions of our culture, just to get grounded in His word.&lt;br /&gt;It means trading an indifferent and reckless lifestyle for the confidence we gain from savoring His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are truly satisfied in God, things get better because you are better.&lt;br /&gt;So let's not pretend to be satisfied with things that will leave us longing for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, those things are just things.&lt;br /&gt;They aren't Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3172375031197047853?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3172375031197047853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-got-job-you-always-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3172375031197047853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3172375031197047853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-got-job-you-always-wanted.html' title='Better Things'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wD5vf7SpdWg/TyLTL8dE-EI/AAAAAAAABJE/FHyUjsoCaY0/s72-c/24980972902847966_rGvc47T2_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-1854675780071468862</id><published>2012-01-17T15:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:35:50.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WI7G8iyQJy4/TxXWm6UHpnI/AAAAAAAABIU/le-g14ZOl8w/s1600/blog%2Bturns%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696867484247666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WI7G8iyQJy4/TxXWm6UHpnI/AAAAAAAABIU/le-g14ZOl8w/s320/blog%2Bturns%2B3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, it marked 3 years since my very first blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After following other people's blogs for years, in 2009 I remember hesitantly posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't know why this blog has been put off for so long...maybe it's because I'm a perfectionist and didn't want to start until I knew I would be fully committed...either way, here it is. my first blog post. Nothing fancy, just saying hello. Here's to my adventure of blogging!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started as a space to rant about my thoughts, weekend plans and latest kitchen creations, has evolved into a sounding board of what God has done and will continue doing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago I wanted to blog for me.&lt;br /&gt;So I can look back at different seasons in my life and measure growth.&lt;br /&gt;So my future kids could have an online glimpse of what my life was like as a single, young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years later, I'm still blogging for me.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm blogging for you too, whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;For the person wondering if faith is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;For the person hesitant to believe God is willing or even able to come through.&lt;br /&gt;For the person who needed a reminder that God is real and that He's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like three years ago, before this blog was ever for you, it was first for me.&lt;br /&gt;To show me that faith is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;To encourage me to believe that God is most definitely willing and able to come through.&lt;br /&gt;And to remind me that God is real and that He listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I would never write about something I haven't first applied to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Because regardless of how many people read, comment or even browse this site, I am convinced that I have been given this space for a purpose greater than myself. Greater than the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if your reading this, THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Him, I'll keep this going until I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the adventure of becoming more and more faithfull in Him alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-1854675780071468862?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/1854675780071468862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2012/01/three.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1854675780071468862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1854675780071468862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2012/01/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WI7G8iyQJy4/TxXWm6UHpnI/AAAAAAAABIU/le-g14ZOl8w/s72-c/blog%2Bturns%2B3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3379694911812616845</id><published>2012-01-09T12:22:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:41:45.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>The Beginning Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkTQeYPUf1w/TwsimFkXDQI/AAAAAAAABGo/DDsSjiz1KXo/s1600/runners%2Bnike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695684191465180418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkTQeYPUf1w/TwsimFkXDQI/AAAAAAAABGo/DDsSjiz1KXo/s320/runners%2Bnike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether your the type of person that starts Janaury with a new journal, calendar, and list of goals or, you casually make a mental wish list and come March your too busy to remember what your doing next week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beginning matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the hope experienced at the beginning sets the stage for what's to come in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Because the enthusiasm of a fresh start cannot be duplicated.&lt;br /&gt;Because the starting point serves as your point of reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 John 2:24 tells us "If what you heard from &lt;strong&gt;the beginning&lt;/strong&gt; abides in you, then you will abide in the Son and in the Father. And this is what he has promised us, eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells us that the instructions, the faith, and the promises we were given in the beginning are key in helping us abide until the end. &lt;br /&gt;And that's why the beginning matters, because it helps us get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because out of everything on our wish list, abiding in Christ, becoming more like Him, should occupy the number one spot.&lt;br /&gt;It is counterproductive to say we want to be like Jesus someday but do nothing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when the hype of the new year fades and your sitting in your cubicle at 3pm on a Wednesday, remember what He said in the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that God is for you.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that He finishes what He starts.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that He never overpromises.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that He never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this new year as another opportunity to draw closer.&lt;br /&gt;Consider that if God has trusted you to see another year, it's because there's work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be enamored with the comfort of a daily rountine.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let fear, doubt or insecurity whisper the opposite of what God has spoken.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the days where life gets hectic, and the beginning feels like a distant memory, take hope in the truth that He's promised to never leave or forsake us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3379694911812616845?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3379694911812616845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2012/01/beginning-matters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3379694911812616845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3379694911812616845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2012/01/beginning-matters.html' title='The Beginning Matters'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkTQeYPUf1w/TwsimFkXDQI/AAAAAAAABGo/DDsSjiz1KXo/s72-c/runners%2Bnike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6535675360850145456</id><published>2011-10-29T17:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T18:34:44.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Brand Yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GIuLDhkm1U/TqxxIIe6c_I/AAAAAAAABEU/92i3GQvVq_c/s1600/brand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669030415482647538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GIuLDhkm1U/TqxxIIe6c_I/AAAAAAAABEU/92i3GQvVq_c/s320/brand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On October 22 I had the honor of speaking at the Shift Youth Conference 2011 here in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the most powerful experiences simply because everyone who attended came expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting God to move, expecting God to speak and expecting to walk out different.&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what happened!&lt;br /&gt;God truly surpassed our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my session on the topic of Branding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the fundamentals, &lt;strong&gt;Brand&lt;/strong&gt; can be defined as the set of expectations, memories, stories and relationships that, taken together, account for a consumer’s decision to choose one product or service over another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means that &lt;strong&gt;Branding&lt;/strong&gt; is the art of accomplishing a consistent, trustworthy and influential reputation. [For an organization, company, church]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 3 words are key in illustrating what successful branding looks like. They work together; one cannot accurately fulfill its function without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consistent: no mixed messages, stable, secure, confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trustworthy: transparent, honest, committed, committed to fulfilling what they promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Influential: innovative, inspiring, transformational, the ones who are loyal to the brand will go out and move the mission forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means, if I encounter a brand and I don't know what it means or does, it lacks power. And if I have an expectation of what a brand will do for me, but I don't care about the mission of that brand, it lacks power. &lt;br /&gt;In one of my favorite books about branding, Emotional Branding by Marc Gobe, he explains the influential difference in brands and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People use a Dell. They are an Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the difference here is not a war of product, which brand has the best product or features, the difference is that Apple sells you more than a product, they sell you an experience.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Nike, their ads and commercials inspire strength, power...making you believe that you can physically do anything with the right pair of their sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;That's the power of a brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But much more than products, we are God's brand.&lt;br /&gt;We are God’s representation here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Since we are called to be like Christ, others will look at our life and see what it looks like to live for God.&lt;br /&gt;We are an accurate snapshot of our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, when they see you, they should see Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:29 says, For God knew his people in advance, and he chose them to become like his Son.&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple, you were chosen, you were designed to be like Him. That was and still is the plan for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we brand ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Renewed mind so we can be influential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Display Godly behavior so we can be trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devote ourselves to prayer, fasting, reading His word and worship, so we can be consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do these things, when we understand this revelation of who we are, we make room for Him. The more of Him we have, the more we look like Him.&lt;br /&gt;And that is when we’re able to be effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then that we can fulfill the promise He left us when He said we would do greater things than He did! But that only happens when we are aligned with our Creator, when we look, think, speak and act like our Creator. Don’t be a misrepresentation of your Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand yourself according to His image; after all it’s what we were created for. Otherwise we’re not really living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6535675360850145456?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6535675360850145456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/10/brand-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6535675360850145456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6535675360850145456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/10/brand-yourself.html' title='Brand Yourself.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GIuLDhkm1U/TqxxIIe6c_I/AAAAAAAABEU/92i3GQvVq_c/s72-c/brand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2596325846264070831</id><published>2011-10-06T17:26:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:12:29.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Choose Often</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dreierstudio.com/reportage/list.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660495100535020258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAFWU0dQ3b4/To4eTag6muI/AAAAAAAABDA/sEaQFGn-IxM/s320/pucketts-menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like options.&lt;br /&gt;I like feeling that just in case plan A, B or C doesn't work, there's always D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the freedom we have in 'choosing' is often misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;It's often treated as a license to do anything &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;As if we're entitled to it all.&lt;br /&gt;Like we were never chosen first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:16 is proof we were chosen.&lt;br /&gt;God says it like this, "You didn't choose me. I chose you. I appointed you to go and produce lasting fruit, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for in my name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reasoning my way through this scripture what caught my attention is the fact that we should be grateful He chose first.&lt;br /&gt;This means that in our walk with Him, He is committed to being available.&lt;br /&gt;Committed to protect, love, defend and bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the choice to take us in was His.&lt;br /&gt;So we could then, willingly, in an act of trust and surrender, respond to His choice with our own.&lt;br /&gt;Our choice to follow and obey.&lt;br /&gt;Our choice to live for Him.&lt;br /&gt;Out of love and not force.&lt;br /&gt;The decision to live with eternity in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this choice is not a one-time thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's an ongoing thing.&lt;br /&gt;Requiring daily renewal of the mind, humbling of the heart and a spirit that doesn't conform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, the choices we make on a daily basis should be made with Him in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that we were appointed "...to go and produce lasting fruit..."&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus originally asked this of the disciples He meant it in the context of the gospel; that they should faithfully and successfully share the good news with those that needed to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of years later, the call is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;Our "lasting fruit" is a life that looks like Him!&lt;br /&gt;Full of compassion, love, faith and hope.&lt;br /&gt;Full of moments where we make sure others know they too are appointed and eligible for this blessed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise that is attached to this mission is what you see in the last part of verse 16, "...so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, in my name."&lt;br /&gt;What a promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems crazy to believe God would actually give us whatever we ask in His name.&lt;br /&gt;But what's incredible is that when your committed to living a life that's pleasing to God, everything you ask is everything He wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2596325846264070831?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2596325846264070831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/10/choose-often.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2596325846264070831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2596325846264070831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/10/choose-often.html' title='Choose Often'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAFWU0dQ3b4/To4eTag6muI/AAAAAAAABDA/sEaQFGn-IxM/s72-c/pucketts-menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4566156978954520380</id><published>2011-09-21T23:35:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:26:07.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>What It Looks Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxGfu0UGy5I/TnqtIJIe92I/AAAAAAAABCQ/UIANq6AhTLI/s1600/window.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655022637519140706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxGfu0UGy5I/TnqtIJIe92I/AAAAAAAABCQ/UIANq6AhTLI/s320/window.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will never get tired of the view you get from a plane window.&lt;br /&gt;There's something incredible about being that high, and seeing things in a normally unknown perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your city looks different.&lt;br /&gt;Imperfections fade into the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;And your reality suddenly seems so limited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, is that what it looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chapter 1 of the book of John we see the recruitment of the first disciples.&lt;br /&gt;With few words, Jesus captivates the hearts of the men willing to leave it all behind to follow the truth.&lt;br /&gt;No marketing strategy needed or a fancy sales pitch; just Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while most boldly accepted; reminding me of the faith I should imitate, it was men like Nathanael, that through his initial reaction, corrected the limits I too often place on my own faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 45-46, Philip had just been called as a disciple. Being the selfless, hope-filled believer that he was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Philip went to look for Nathanael and told him, “We have found the very person Moses and the prophets wrote about! His name is Jesus, the son of Joseph from Nazareth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nazareth!” exclaimed Nathanael. “Can anything good come from Nazareth?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand where Nathanael was coming from.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think he's wrong for what he said.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know this Jesus. The promised/long-awaited for Savior.&lt;br /&gt;So for him, giving his life away to follow Jesus required a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I would say that even mature believers in the faith retract back to these type of reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Where we suddenly feel the need to question the good that can come from following Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting His faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Conveniently ignoring the truth found in His promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love Philip's response in verse 46 when he says to Nathanael, "Come see for yourself."&lt;br /&gt;Because although we know faith is believing in the unseen, our faith is strengthened by the faithfulness God has shown us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 47 continues to describe the moment when Nathanael goes with Philip and encounters Jesus for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting is that the first thing Jesus meets him with is a word of encouragment.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says to him, “Now here is a genuine son of Israel—a man of complete integrity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so typical of our Savior? Shutting down our disbelief with the truth of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sure what Jesus saw in Nathanael's heart was a cautious, honorable man; willing to take a risk.&lt;br /&gt;Not a sarcastic skeptic, looking for proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Jesus sees our interior before our exterior.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yes our actions are important, because they reflect what we believe, and who we believe in, but the reality is we're not perfect. Our actions won't always measure up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's why we follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we need Him.&lt;br /&gt;Because on a daily basis, our goal to get as close to Him as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer we get, the closer we get to reflecting His character.&lt;br /&gt;We start seeing things from His perspective.&lt;br /&gt;We start understanding what moves &amp;amp; burdens His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly our life, our city, our world looks different.&lt;br /&gt;Imperfections fade.&lt;br /&gt;Our reality becomes limitless because He is limitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it's supposed to look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4566156978954520380?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4566156978954520380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-it-looks-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4566156978954520380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4566156978954520380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-it-looks-like.html' title='What It Looks Like'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxGfu0UGy5I/TnqtIJIe92I/AAAAAAAABCQ/UIANq6AhTLI/s72-c/window.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6869832801722175196</id><published>2011-08-10T21:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:43:35.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639422289340364754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlSGPbqTcV4/TkNAsXaNd9I/AAAAAAAABBc/ShOvBQL4HUc/s320/coming%2Bsoon.PNG" /&gt;Persistent.&lt;br /&gt;On a resume? Impressive!&lt;br /&gt;Describing that person texting you over &amp;amp; over about the same thing? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt there are times when persistence can backfire.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s too much of it, or not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it relates to prayer, God encourages it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 18 begins with one of my favorite parables.&lt;br /&gt;The parable of the persistent widow.&lt;br /&gt;Right away, God opens by giving us the moral of the story first.&lt;br /&gt;Telling us to always pray and never give up --- Luke 18:1 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while many like to compare this story to our own relationship with God, I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;Because the biggest difference between our God and this judge, is the only difference that matters.&lt;br /&gt;The judge was indifferent, annoyed and careless.&lt;br /&gt;God is none of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, verses 8-9 say, “Learn a lesson from this unjust judge. Even he rendered a just decision in the end. So don’t you think God will surely give justice to his chosen people who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will grant justice to them quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a promise!&lt;br /&gt;We are not forgotten, or given a leave-me-alone-already type of response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is just, loving and caring enough to not just respond, but respond &lt;em&gt;quickly&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The caveat to that is, let's not confuse what “quickly” or how quick, “quickly” really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, God is not bound by our timetable.&lt;br /&gt;Or intimidated by our deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;Out of His grace and love for us, He grants our requests according to His perfect will.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, He saves us from ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not called to be persistent in prayer to manipulate God into giving us what we want.&lt;br /&gt;We are persistent in prayer because our faith reminds us that He is the giver of those desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with faith, we pray because…&lt;br /&gt;We refuse to give up.&lt;br /&gt;We refuse to lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;We refuse to stress, worry or be anxious.&lt;br /&gt;And we refuse to believe anything that goes against His words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if He tells me to always pray and never give up, then I’ll keep praying and never give up.&lt;br /&gt;Because for all I know, my answer is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;And I’d hate for it to catch me unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6869832801722175196?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6869832801722175196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/08/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6869832801722175196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6869832801722175196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/08/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlSGPbqTcV4/TkNAsXaNd9I/AAAAAAAABBc/ShOvBQL4HUc/s72-c/coming%2Bsoon.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5092787803182523788</id><published>2011-07-05T10:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:01:47.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Discomfort Required</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OieQdbYr90M/ThMm1LfJ-mI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZpJ-ucsd308/s1600/espresso%2Bcomfort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625883054574271074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OieQdbYr90M/ThMm1LfJ-mI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZpJ-ucsd308/s320/espresso%2Bcomfort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Like the smell of fresh brewed coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite sweat pants.&lt;br /&gt;Movies on a rainy Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;Like a job you love.&lt;br /&gt;Friends that adore you.&lt;br /&gt;Family that supports you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious why we gravitate to those things.&lt;br /&gt;How can life not be good when you have them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that when our faith is the strongest?&lt;br /&gt;Our praise the loudest?&lt;br /&gt;Our joy contagious?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that discomfort pulls the best out of us.&lt;br /&gt;I say the best because when our comfort is disturbed, our character is tested.&lt;br /&gt;It's when we're faced with the challenge of living out what we say we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always pretty, and it comes with a great deal of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;But in that discomfort, we are equipped with the very characteristics we'll need to receive our blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discomfort leads to breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;Discomfort defines our faith.&lt;br /&gt;Discomfort breeds hope.&lt;br /&gt;Discomfort is used to reinforce the truth that our dependence is on God alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the discomfort of the desert, the Israelites still drank water &amp;amp; were protected.&lt;br /&gt;In the discomfort of Joseph's jail cell, God equipped him for royalty.&lt;br /&gt;And because of the discomfort of the cross, we are redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;But discomfort is also temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the mean time, and in the middle of your discomfort, fight for what comes after.&lt;br /&gt;Fight for the promise found in Habakkuk 1:5 where He says, "...Look and be amazed!&lt;br /&gt;For I am doing something in your own day, something you wouldn’t believe even if someone told you about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many are willing to be uncomfortable for that "something" He has promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm convinced that anything we're asked to surrender, give up, or skip out on, is nothing compared to what He'll give in return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5092787803182523788?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5092787803182523788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/07/discomfort-required_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5092787803182523788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5092787803182523788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/07/discomfort-required_05.html' title='Discomfort Required'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OieQdbYr90M/ThMm1LfJ-mI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZpJ-ucsd308/s72-c/espresso%2Bcomfort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3455459800760513760</id><published>2011-06-09T22:48:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:33:47.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Remind Me Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHW3bSTs3_g/TfGGehiN8XI/AAAAAAAAA8I/b3x3dExUg8s/s1600/reminder.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616418069263806834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHW3bSTs3_g/TfGGehiN8XI/AAAAAAAAA8I/b3x3dExUg8s/s320/reminder.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to be honest, if it wasn't for Facebook's birthday notifications, I'd have a lot of angry friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't choose to forget, it just happens in the midst of the other million things I'm expected to remember on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was syncing my calendar at work the other day, I realized how much I depend on the reminder feature.&lt;br /&gt;You know how it works...you control the settings of the reminders.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you need 2 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you need the little alarm to go off days before or hours.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you're reminded of that one thing you were bound to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, the same applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you caught yourself forgetting what God has promised as soon as opposition hits?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as a door closes?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the answer is 'no'?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as plan B and C fall through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, forgetting God's promises is an enemy of hope.&lt;br /&gt;It's purpose is to distract you from the truth that His timing is impeccable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting makes room for doubt and welcomes anxiety, fear and disillusion.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting questions who you were created to be and whispers..."your late", "you're not good enough", "no one understands you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need are reminders.&lt;br /&gt;And those are found in His word.&lt;br /&gt;Cover to cover we'll find the promises that have been spoken by the One who's never lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to reason or win our way into the fulfillment of His words.&lt;br /&gt;They're guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;We just need to believe.&lt;br /&gt;We just need the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 1:12 (MSG) says, "Thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful He has for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not "had" or "could have".&lt;br /&gt;He has.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the plan.&lt;br /&gt;It's been thought of.&lt;br /&gt;It's been set apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So consider this your reminder.&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to thank Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3455459800760513760?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3455459800760513760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/06/remind-me-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3455459800760513760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3455459800760513760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/06/remind-me-again.html' title='Remind Me Again'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHW3bSTs3_g/TfGGehiN8XI/AAAAAAAAA8I/b3x3dExUg8s/s72-c/reminder.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8596888771300405825</id><published>2011-05-20T23:16:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:55:10.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Everything Is Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxxJ0TvAZM0/TdcuoRzUBSI/AAAAAAAAA78/R6dbF9bZSkU/s1600/ropadtrip%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609003130421511458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxxJ0TvAZM0/TdcuoRzUBSI/AAAAAAAAA78/R6dbF9bZSkU/s320/ropadtrip%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everything is better on a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;That outdated corner store becomes a jackpot of Instagram posts.&lt;br /&gt;The cup of coffee you had at the local diner was to die for.&lt;br /&gt;And all the cheesy pictures you took with hats, sunglasses and road signs, are now your priceless memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could pretend to be a psychologist, I'd say it's human nature to long for the 'better'.&lt;br /&gt;For the things that money can't buy and the stories that you just had to be there for.&lt;br /&gt;For that feeling you get when you just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham knew exactly what that felt like.&lt;br /&gt;Out of everyone in the bible, I feel like he was given one of the most outrageous promises.&lt;br /&gt;God told him he'd be the "Father of many nations".&lt;br /&gt;As incredible as that sounds, keeping the belief that it would come to pass I'm sure wasn't the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;But he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 4: 18 says, "Against all &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;, Abraham in hope &lt;strong&gt;believed&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;so became&lt;/strong&gt; the father of many nations, just as it had been said to him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hoped.&lt;br /&gt;He believed.&lt;br /&gt;And so he became what was promised to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far one of my favorite scriptures! Because it's reality!&lt;br /&gt;When our circumstances don't match our promise we can sit and shrink back in our doubt, or we can believe in hope, against all hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;You can't just say your hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;But in hope ---meaning, rejecting anything that's not aligned with the promise, you believe for what's next.&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't let the limited perspective of a moment dictate what the rest of your life will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 21 moves on to say that Abraham was, "fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of letting your past mistakes or your current frustrations fog your vision, believe for more.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows the best things in life are worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;And the good news is, that's the only thing God knows how to give.&lt;br /&gt;The absolute best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-8596888771300405825?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8596888771300405825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/05/everything-is-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8596888771300405825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8596888771300405825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/05/everything-is-better.html' title='Everything Is Better'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxxJ0TvAZM0/TdcuoRzUBSI/AAAAAAAAA78/R6dbF9bZSkU/s72-c/ropadtrip%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-373732681705981800</id><published>2011-04-05T21:26:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:11:19.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Lest We Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxUKueXprMw/TZvZEbY6-EI/AAAAAAAAA70/c9z5mrwNawE/s1600/never%2Bforget.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592302032405592130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxUKueXprMw/TZvZEbY6-EI/AAAAAAAAA70/c9z5mrwNawE/s320/never%2Bforget.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEST: for fear that; so that (one) should not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lest We Forget” was a phrase popularized in the 1800s. &lt;br /&gt;Patterns during those times showed nations that would rise to wealth and power were inclined to forget their God. &lt;br /&gt;As a result, after World War I, the phrase became a plea not to forget past sacrifices; and so it was often engraved onto war memorials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture nowadays, engages in a lifestyle that makes it easy to forget things. Important things. &lt;br /&gt;That’s why as technology advances, tools that help us remember become more convenient and portable. &lt;br /&gt;We practically carry our lives at our fingertips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting, while common, is also a thief of truth. &lt;br /&gt;More specifically, working with fear and anxiety to drown out the promises that have been spoken by the One who holds our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deut. 4:9 warns, “Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the pressures of our circumstances try to convince us that this time around God has forgotten or changed His mind, don’t give in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that His way is better. &lt;br /&gt;That His love is endless. &lt;br /&gt;That His resources are limitless. &lt;br /&gt;And that He’s never left anything unfinished. &lt;br /&gt;So why would He start now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t afford to forget His faithfulness, because remembering it leads the way to everything He’s promised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-373732681705981800?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/373732681705981800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/04/lest-we-forget.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/373732681705981800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/373732681705981800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/04/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest We Forget'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxUKueXprMw/TZvZEbY6-EI/AAAAAAAAA70/c9z5mrwNawE/s72-c/never%2Bforget.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7366955999419680338</id><published>2011-03-08T11:51:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:00:22.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyrF2RsMmGc/TXZwZV42FkI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nwsXM5nboxM/s1600/IMG_5650.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581772368846919234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyrF2RsMmGc/TXZwZV42FkI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nwsXM5nboxM/s320/IMG_5650.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lost &amp;amp; found boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the many mysteries of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that there are always at least 8 forgotten umbrellas in there, yet the moment you lose yours, it's not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won't even get into the fact that the only umbrellas in there are the ones you wish would have stayed lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A broken handle, a missing wire so it opens crooked, rainbow stripes or Winnie-the-Pooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good umbrellas are never found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a conversation with an old friend from high school last night, I struggled to go back to sleep because I was reminded of a huge flaw most church leaders suffer from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course it's easy to do ministry with talented, creative, educated, Starbucks-loving people who tweet your sermon highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course running service with a comfortable building, AC, top-of-the-line equipment and a Jesus Culture-sounding worship band is a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when the people who show up to your church drove there on E, rolled their eyes when the offering plate passed by, wore a skirt that made the ushers blush, and found your 3-point message boring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't misunderstand me, this is not a "gospel for the rich vs. the poor" blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it is a blog post that questions how most leaders would respond to a harsh reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you willing to leave the 99 to find the missing 1? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Matthew 18:12-14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because whoever told you it was ok to watch people walk away, and/or make mistakes so they figure it out on their own, doesn't understand the value in discipleship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lied to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they also have clearly forgotten how love works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you genuinely love someone, you desire the absolute best for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, at times that does require you to let go, but I'm pretty sure it's after you've exhausted all other options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After you've reminded them God's grace is available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That forgiveness is a prayer away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That they are well worth your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that you love them enough to actually care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm convinced more and more everyday that as a church, we need to get back to basics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love people enough to lead them back to Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how frustrating, time-consuming or emotionally exhausting it can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's only by God's grace that we are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were lost and now we're found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not leave others stranded, go back and find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's their only hope. And ours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7366955999419680338?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7366955999419680338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-found.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7366955999419680338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7366955999419680338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-found.html' title='Lost &amp; Found'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyrF2RsMmGc/TXZwZV42FkI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nwsXM5nboxM/s72-c/IMG_5650.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5005638128333788470</id><published>2011-02-24T16:08:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:52:09.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Not A Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnApzlOK5OM/TWbsCKXHYaI/AAAAAAAAA7E/8gWKOD6vuPY/s1600/IMG_5478.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577404710430138786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnApzlOK5OM/TWbsCKXHYaI/AAAAAAAAA7E/8gWKOD6vuPY/s320/IMG_5478.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time there was a woman named Mrs. Lot&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lot was married to her dream man, Lot. &lt;div&gt;They had 2 daughters and lived in the city of Sodom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lived in a big house and lacked nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...materially speaking, they lacked nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story found in Genesis 19 takes a sharp turn away from a happy-ending and quickly becomes an example of what not to do in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city of Sodom was the "sin city" of the Old Testament. So before God sent punishment for their reckless living, He had mercy on Lot and his family and sent 2 angels to their front door to escort them out before the city's destruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's interesting is that Lot &lt;em&gt;hesitated&lt;/em&gt; when told to leave [Genesis 19:16].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literally, the angels had to grab him &amp;amp; his family by the hands and guide them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How stupid! Why would you even think twice when someone is clearly saving your life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anything you own, or any memory you have of a place be MORE important than obeying God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than saving your life? Your family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is Lot serious?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is, and the sad reality is that so are we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are much like Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Lot when we are called out of our comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are called to a path that's unfamiliar, that pays less or that requires us to sacrifice our weekend plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Mrs. Lot is often overlooked in this story until the very end [when while escaping, she looks back at the city of Sodom after God instructs her not to, and turns into a pillar of salt]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not entirely sure what crossed her mind at the moment, but I do know that before that moment, there's not a real mention of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it sad to think that her moment of fame in this story was at her lowest point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her act of disobedience and selfishness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how she is remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one will ever praise her for her faith as a woman, her wisdom as a wife or her nurturing spirit as a Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it wasn't even worth bringing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure she loved her family, but she loved her riches more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This woman's life ended with a divided heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torn between the grace of God being handed to her vs. the life of luxury she would leave behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This truly spoke to me because it made me realize just how much we might be missing out on because we are too stubborn, disobedient, or selfish to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the story could have ended differently if Mrs. Lot would have moved in faith with her husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she would have been a strong and discerning example to her daughters; showing them that loyalty to God will outlast any earthly treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing up for what is right instead of tolerating what is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply put, let's desire God above all else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies, let's be women that are remembered because of our faith and obedience to first and foremost God, and then our families. But never our belongings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe then the distractions of this world won't tempt us to look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5005638128333788470?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5005638128333788470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5005638128333788470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5005638128333788470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-fairytale.html' title='Not A Fairytale'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnApzlOK5OM/TWbsCKXHYaI/AAAAAAAAA7E/8gWKOD6vuPY/s72-c/IMG_5478.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3127834300149609929</id><published>2011-02-04T12:58:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:29:42.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Rahab's Placemat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TUw-zVukGPI/AAAAAAAAA60/wu5iKEXtQ-U/s1600/placemat.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569895890877159666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TUw-zVukGPI/AAAAAAAAA60/wu5iKEXtQ-U/s320/placemat.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the "Places" feature Facebook has.&lt;br /&gt;At first it did feel like another stalker tool but when you check-into a delicious restaurant your friends should know about or you're in Islands of Adventure...it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the most I've used that feature and in doing so it reminded me of this article I read on my flight about Rahab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Not sure how my mind went from Facebook to Rahab but stick with me, I'm going somewhere]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Piper, one of my absolute favorite authors wrote this article for Relevant Magazine early last year but I hadn't read it until last weekend. He discusses whether or not lying is ever ok for Christians. Before you get all religious and start quoting scripture, take a second to imagine the place Rahab was at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua chapter 2 details on how she hides spies in her home.&lt;br /&gt;Sent from Joshua to scope out their promised land.&lt;br /&gt;She saves them from the king of Jericho. And possibly death.&lt;br /&gt;All with one lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a place to be in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a prostitute. Living in a land that is on the verge of being destroyed. Yet because of a nerve-wrecking hide &amp;amp; seek game in the middle of night, she begs for her life and the lives of her family members to be spared because this place she was at, brought out her faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that her faith is what's worth highlighting more than her lie.&lt;br /&gt;And that her courage and willingness to seek salvation deserves to be underlined more than her shameful past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like Rahab, we find ourselves in places where we can either fight for the best God has to offer or settle into the comfort of our present situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying lying is ok, or that the next time your tempted to lie, you should.&lt;br /&gt;But I am saying that when your in a place you're unsure about, take His way.&lt;br /&gt;Because wherever you are placed, His purpose will be accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;And it takes faith to believe such a truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3127834300149609929?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3127834300149609929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/02/rahabs-placemat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3127834300149609929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3127834300149609929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/02/rahabs-placemat.html' title='Rahab&apos;s Placemat'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TUw-zVukGPI/AAAAAAAAA60/wu5iKEXtQ-U/s72-c/placemat.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8723711014224075879</id><published>2011-01-21T16:51:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:26:33.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Take A Second Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TToAD69Vb6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/193bx2UVHRo/s1600/take%2Ba%2Bsecond%2Blook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564760356935790498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TToAD69Vb6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/193bx2UVHRo/s320/take%2Ba%2Bsecond%2Blook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever stopped to think how much relief a second look can bring you?&lt;br /&gt;Giving your pocket a second pat down to make sure you have your keys.&lt;br /&gt;Or diving into your purse to make sure your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lipgloss&lt;/span&gt; is there before walking out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your in a rush, taking a second look can be frustrating. But I think it's safe to say it's much better than connecting your laptop at work only to realize you left the charger on the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days in life that can feel like a blur; a rush of events, to-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt;, meetings and expectations. All coveting our attention and pulling us away from the everyday miracles we too often overlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in those days that I long for the perspective found in Mark 7:37. Jesus had just healed a deaf &amp;amp; mute man and the bible says "People were overwhelmed with amazement. "He has done everything well, " they said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true. He without a doubt does everything well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has never failed.&lt;br /&gt;His plan is flawless.&lt;br /&gt;And He has never misspoken or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over promised&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the One that does all things well; and let His presence overwhelm you back into the state of amazement.&lt;br /&gt;Because although life is rushed, He's worth a second look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-8723711014224075879?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8723711014224075879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-second-look.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8723711014224075879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8723711014224075879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-second-look.html' title='Take A Second Look'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TToAD69Vb6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/193bx2UVHRo/s72-c/take%2Ba%2Bsecond%2Blook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8524344048095034731</id><published>2011-01-13T12:46:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:01:23.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Creative Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TS86u3AD-_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/4uw9zL2G6TQ/s1600/inspirecard_canvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561728641538456562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TS86u3AD-_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/4uw9zL2G6TQ/s320/inspirecard_canvas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a fan of new year's resolution posts.&lt;br /&gt;The kind where you pledge to be the "better you" in the next 364 days.&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of resolutions though - goals, aspirations, dreams.&lt;br /&gt;The kind that feed your coffee cravings.&lt;br /&gt;The kind you buy a new calendar for.&lt;br /&gt;The kind you wake up early for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind that gives you the courage to take risks.&lt;br /&gt;To try again, only harder.&lt;br /&gt;To listen more and talk less.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of what didn't work before and replacing it with this &lt;em&gt;new thing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That new thing that can make you nervous, but the good kind.&lt;br /&gt;Or the new thing that can cost you a little extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success stories from businesses, artists, projects, ideas, discoveries, all pride themselves in the tragic phase "It was all falling apart until..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, isn't that the salvation story too?&lt;br /&gt;We were all falling apart until...&lt;br /&gt;He came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wherever He is, so is the best we've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a memorable 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-8524344048095034731?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8524344048095034731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/01/creative-flow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8524344048095034731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8524344048095034731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/01/creative-flow.html' title='Creative Flow'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TS86u3AD-_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/4uw9zL2G6TQ/s72-c/inspirecard_canvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7833640279458132550</id><published>2011-01-04T16:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:36:33.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Flirting with Idols</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TSONG2RAEuI/AAAAAAAAA54/8YcmOdDMpcw/s1600/barbie%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558441513890878178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TSONG2RAEuI/AAAAAAAAA54/8YcmOdDMpcw/s320/barbie%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You don't need a Toys R' Us look book to tell you that iCarly is the new Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;Or that Polly Pocket has been replaced with that one doll that sneezes, talks, and recites the alphabet in 3 different languages via a microchip installed in her diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of the Israelites. How they were graciously rescued from the slave life in Egypt only to be tested by God in a desert for 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that they must have felt exhausted, confused, and disappointed is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God was with them and proved his faithfulness and protection over and over again; but you would be lying to yourself if you said you've never had those Israelite-I-can't-stand-my-life-right-now-type of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses, their leader had been instructed by God to go up the mountain to receive instruction. Exodus 24:18 says he remained there for about six weeks, but had left Aaron in charge.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what happened while Moses was up there is when the story gets good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had warned them not to make any idols to be alongside Him (Exodus 20:23). Yet, Exodus 32:1 says the Israelites demanded others gods, saying "As for this fellow Moses who brought us up out of Egypt, &lt;strong&gt;we don't know what has happened to him&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How convenient of them to default to their own plan B when things are not going their way.&lt;br /&gt;Or when it's taking too long.&lt;br /&gt;Or when doubt has sneaked into their minds.&lt;br /&gt;And they simply don't know what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israelites moved on to gathering their gold and building a calf to sacrifice to.&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;We may not have golden farm animals in our closets but what type of thoughts are we entertaining?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of relationships are we building?&lt;br /&gt;What or who do our actions say we're worshipping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence, that's what idolatry is.&lt;br /&gt;Valuing someone or something more than the one true God.&lt;br /&gt;Paul says in Colossians 3:5 if you covet, your an idolater.&lt;br /&gt;Heavy, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride becomes our idol.&lt;br /&gt;Money becomes our idol.&lt;br /&gt;Sex becomes our idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Israelites, we seek to be the source instead of going to the source. Desperately looking for ways to control our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not forget that while times change, deals break, and relationships end, we can count on the fact that God never changes.&lt;br /&gt;He finishes what He starts.&lt;br /&gt;He has never broken a promise.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, He is real and idols are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7833640279458132550?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7833640279458132550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/01/flirting-with-idols.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7833640279458132550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7833640279458132550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2011/01/flirting-with-idols.html' title='Flirting with Idols'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TSONG2RAEuI/AAAAAAAAA54/8YcmOdDMpcw/s72-c/barbie%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-196609704783056800</id><published>2010-12-29T15:07:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:59:39.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Because She Thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TRuqlk7mt5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/cFmGRaaz81M/s1600/get%2Bnoticed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556222127837198226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TRuqlk7mt5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/cFmGRaaz81M/s320/get%2Bnoticed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too often, we mistake waiting on God as idleness.&lt;br /&gt;We categorize it as being lazy, unmotivated or defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But also, too often we categorize moving, taking risks and exhausting all of our resources as not having enough faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I completely disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a time to sit still and a time to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman described in Mark 5 was spent. The bible says she suffered, spending all she had under the care of many doctors and her illness of 12 years and counting was just getting worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What got me was the way Mark 5:27-28 describes her next move, saying "when she heard about Jesus she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, &lt;strong&gt;because she thought&lt;/strong&gt;, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a move of faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was risky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all she had left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her mind, I'm sure she reasoned, "I have nothing to lose".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm convinced it was her risk-taking faith that got her noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus immediately recognizes the healing power released through him and in verse 33 speaks something over her that I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daughter, your faith has healed you."&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;br /&gt;No where else in the bible does Jesus address another woman as "Daughter".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what that must have felt like to her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman that was most likely rejected, dragging her self-esteem because of the appearance her condition must have caused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lifeless, with eyes that spoke pain, and holding on to just enough hope to push her through the crowd that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling her "Daughter" was also her word of healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did she think and believe she could be healed, but her faith convinced her enough to act on it. Your actions are just as important as your faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word from Him is capable of changing our world. Whether it's a word of healing, hope, encouragment or love. If He said it then we have no reason not to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like this woman, may our hearts be fascinated enough with the truth that He is all we need, and that the risk-taking faith we use to get where He has promised is worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-196609704783056800?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/196609704783056800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-she-thought.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/196609704783056800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/196609704783056800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-she-thought.html' title='Because She Thought.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TRuqlk7mt5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/cFmGRaaz81M/s72-c/get%2Bnoticed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-735819898284509296</id><published>2010-12-16T16:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:46:48.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Twitterless 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TQqUMXRGegI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xcfP24JpPB0/s1600/twitterless-2-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551412430812641794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TQqUMXRGegI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xcfP24JpPB0/s320/twitterless-2-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;140 characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retweets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hashtags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than 5 years ago that would have looked like chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than 5 years ago we were functioning well without this addictive microblogging tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet 5 years later a delicious dessert or a thought-provoking sunset is not fully enjoyed until your followers have seen it in a Twitpic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of Twitter and will be the first to post a picture of my latest shoe purchase but back in November I was challenged in my prayer life to break from social media for 21 days. Words will never capture how edifiying/refreshing/eye-opening this break really was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in sharing my own experience the amazing team I'm a part of over at &lt;a href="http://fnflive.com/beta/blog/lifestyle-news-21-days-of-no-twitter/"&gt;FNF &lt;/a&gt;decided to challenge you all to a "21 Day Twitterless Campaign". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as much as we'd like tons of sign-ups with people pledging to stay off Twitter for 21 days, quantity is not our main objective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 21 days, stay off Twitter because you truly desire to start 2011 without any distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you're waiting &amp;amp; praying about something specific you want to dedicate more time to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you want to break a habit that's slowly becoming an addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because your long overdue for a lunch or coffee date with the person you tweet to the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you recognize that the amount of time you spend tweeting and re-tweeting, you could be praying more. Getting in your Word more. Or having real face-to-face fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, sign up! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/event.php?eid=127801010613435"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/event.php?eid=127801010613435&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 Twitterless Campaign will run from &lt;strong&gt;January 1-21, 2011 &lt;/strong&gt;and while your NOT tweeting, you can hit up any one of the FNF team blog sites below (including this one) to share your progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We want to hear from you and at the end of the campaign we'll be featuring some of your stories on our site so stay in touch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jblaze: &lt;a href="http://jblaze305.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jblaze305.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nisse: &lt;a href="http://randomlynisse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://randomlynisse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dre: &lt;a href="http://drebooge.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://drebooge.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-735819898284509296?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/735819898284509296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/12/140-characters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/735819898284509296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/735819898284509296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/12/140-characters.html' title='Twitterless 21'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TQqUMXRGegI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xcfP24JpPB0/s72-c/twitterless-2-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5267101594434099523</id><published>2010-12-15T14:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:31:17.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Everything You Ever Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TQkYNQa5xaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/iqN67EvJFzU/s1600/diner%2Bplates.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550994631736018338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TQkYNQa5xaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/iqN67EvJFzU/s320/diner%2Bplates.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever had a conversation with a person that made your food taste better?&lt;br /&gt;Or make you forget what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those type of conversations are rare but when they happen, they seem to stay on replay for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been studying the gospel of John and couldn't resist in sharing one of my favorite stories found in John 4. The conversation illustrated here between Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many like to highlight the beginning of the conversation, emphasizing the wonder in the idea of how a Jew could even look twice at a woman such as herself.&lt;br /&gt;Or the middle of the conversation, where Jesus gracefully unpacks the complexities and fears of this 5 time divorcee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like what happens after the conversation ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this woman had felt the sting of racism.&lt;br /&gt;This woman knew the smell of waking up in a bed of broken promises.&lt;br /&gt;This woman had tasted the bitterness of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;Yet in one rare but kind conversation, Jesus restored her worth and showed her what true love really looks like. Giving her the honor of being the first to reveal his identity to when he says, "I who speak to you am He."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaves her water jar behind, feeling compelled to do nothing else but tell the world about the conversation that changed her life (v.29). She doesn't selfishly keep this redeeming moment to herself but rather shares, "He told me everything I ever did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How incredible to know that the same grace, love and kindness shown to this woman is available to us today!&lt;br /&gt;How can we even begin to wrap our minds around that kind of love?&lt;br /&gt;A love that defies stereotypes, judgemental side glances and shameful decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows everything you ever did but loves you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;And that's something worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5267101594434099523?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5267101594434099523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever-had-conversation-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5267101594434099523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5267101594434099523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever-had-conversation-with.html' title='Everything You Ever Did'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TQkYNQa5xaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/iqN67EvJFzU/s72-c/diner%2Bplates.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6622275746285370850</id><published>2010-12-02T10:39:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:42:10.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Chasing Mirages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TPfLqAfdYWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/pXKv3kjkHl0/s1600/mirage%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546125388676948322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TPfLqAfdYWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/pXKv3kjkHl0/s320/mirage%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You remember what a mirage is right? Survivor shows and sitcom series love to depict this inconvenient phenomenon that usually happens to travelers stranded in a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're thirsty, desperate for a drink of water, so as they squint &amp;amp; sweat in despair they see a tropical oasis in the distance, conveniently placed in the middle of nowhere to come to their rescue. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my lame attempt at science 101: what happens is that light bends and produces a displaced image of things in the distance; creating a "false image" to the person looking. In other words, the light does portray an image but what that image represents is determined by the person looking. You see what you want to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me so much of the emphasis the Word gives on the importance of renewing our mind, meditating on all things good and setting our thoughts on the spiritual vs. the ways of the flesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure it's not a surprise to anyone that our minds love to pick fights in our weakest moments. And that's not news to the enemy either, it's a worn-out tactic that unfortunately still holds influence over teenagers, pastors, CEO's and housewives alike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get tangled in the spinning web of lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing things, hearing things, that are not really there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distorted versions of the truth strategically placed in situations with question marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heartache dipped in deceit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as time passes, all we see is mental photographs of our doubt, insecurities, past decisions and shortcomings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's exactly it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE see that. GOD doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sees potential, greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sees the fulfillment of what He has spoken over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a reason why your sin is at the bottom of the ocean. Grace and forgiveness have taken its place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let's stop chasing mirages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's stop believing someone who has already been defeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let's start focusing on the unseen, the things only faith can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what God has promised over you is real. Your something is coming. And that something is good. But don't believe me...believe Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are it's something you haven't even seen yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&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/1643399644425417944-6622275746285370850?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6622275746285370850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/12/chasing-mirages.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6622275746285370850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6622275746285370850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/12/chasing-mirages.html' title='Chasing Mirages'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TPfLqAfdYWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/pXKv3kjkHl0/s72-c/mirage%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8570253402631181597</id><published>2010-10-14T16:56:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:18:32.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Grace for Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/01/edna-maes-sour-cream-pancakes/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528013959594793378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TLdzaFcMWaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ebLB1Gtn9ds/s400/pancakes+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace is one of those words that can be defined better through an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is like a poor man sitting down to eat a 5-course meal.&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, grace is like the Creator of the world, stepping down from heaven to die for our sins just so we can experience His love and have a lifetime with Him to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both examples are hard to wrap our minds around, but nonetheless, GRACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Grace is loving.&lt;br /&gt;Grace is seeing opportunity vs. flaw.&lt;br /&gt;Grace is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bible, Ephesians 2:8 teaches us "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the reason why we're saved is because God was gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite stories in the bible, that to me, exemplifies grace in the simplest yet most beautiful way is found in John 21:1-25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;A few of the disciples are fishing out on the Sea of Galilee.&lt;br /&gt;They haven't caught anything.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is on shore, cooking breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;They see him, but don't recognize him.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus calls out and asks them to try throwing the net again and when they do, they score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forwarding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disciples come to shore, by this point realizing who they're standing with, and Peter (the same disciple that denied Jesus 3 times) is face-to-face with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have been the perfect opportunity for Jesus to go in on Peter about his betrayal! After all, He called it. He knew it was going to happen. He knew one of his best friends, who stood by him in ministry, who walked with him, ate with him, laughed with him, would throw it all away for 3 moments of shame and peer-pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Peter was thinking? As his heart raced, was guilt eating him up inside? I'm sure he didn't expect that instead of an anger-filled bashing, Jesus would ask him to breakfast (v.12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No questions.&lt;br /&gt;No explanations.&lt;br /&gt;No sarcastic comments.&lt;br /&gt;Just breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is grace at it's finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better in verses 15-25, when Jesus proceeds to give Peter his pastoral calling. Cutting through his pride, piercing his heart, and leading him into a moment of repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter wasn't worthy, but he was given grace.&lt;br /&gt;We are not worthy, but we are given grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we welcome the gift of grace over our own lives?&lt;br /&gt;Do we show grace to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those moments when your past or the past of others flashes before your eyes, drown out the thoughts of shame, guilt and judgement and replace them with the loving promises of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises that remind you that His grace is available, that His love never fails and that He is always closer than we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-8570253402631181597?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8570253402631181597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/10/grace-for-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8570253402631181597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8570253402631181597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/10/grace-for-breakfast.html' title='Grace for Breakfast'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TLdzaFcMWaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ebLB1Gtn9ds/s72-c/pancakes+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7702588233178250254</id><published>2010-09-13T16:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:30:14.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>No Answers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TI6PZQomMmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/NWLBU58O3C0/s1600/no+answer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516504257700180578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TI6PZQomMmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/NWLBU58O3C0/s400/no+answer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you ask a question, it's because you want an answer, right?&lt;br /&gt;Usually, your answer comes immediately, or within what you &lt;span&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; to be a "reasonable time frame". But then again, that "reasonable time frame" varies by question, by person, by situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your praying, and you ask God a question, from past experience you might have already figured out that His answer is not always immediate or even what you want to hear. But what's been planted in my spirit lately is not the lesson to be learned in accepting God's timing for answers, but it's in the concept of wanting HIM &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; than I want those answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, as believers we should strive to get to that place where the world could be tearing at the seams, plan A, B, and C are nowhere to be found but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are confidant.&lt;br /&gt;Our faith is solid.&lt;br /&gt;Our hope is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, we cling tight to what we &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; we're supposed to have, or what's supposed to happen, not leaving room for God. Not realizing that He's mapped out a destination that is far beyond our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a generation, I believe we'd be in a much better place if we stopped trying to figure out all the answers and just start seeking Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know Him; His nature, His promises, His love.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd realize that the "detours" of life that make us feel like He's forgotten or turned away from us, are actually purposeful opportunities to prepare us for living the greatest days of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job, a faithful man marked by misery, was stripped of everything before he gained it all back in abundance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David, spent moments of intimate worship in the fields and fought lions before he ever knew who Goliath was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph, I'm sure questioned his worth in that jail cell before he became a valued consultant for the king.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Just because things don't turn out as planned, and we find ourselves in unexpected situations with no answers, doesn't mean God's mind has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's willing and able to get you there. And that's all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7702588233178250254?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7702588233178250254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-answers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7702588233178250254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7702588233178250254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-answers.html' title='No Answers.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TI6PZQomMmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/NWLBU58O3C0/s72-c/no+answer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7766757465216414379</id><published>2010-08-26T17:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:39:31.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Second chances.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/THbea98eYuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/M0CvnVVI8RU/s1600/park+bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509835749020558050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/THbea98eYuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/M0CvnVVI8RU/s400/park+bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would happen if we became people of “second chances”?&lt;br /&gt;If we were the first to apologize and actually mean it?&lt;br /&gt;If we replaced a judgmental remark with a word of encouragement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, no one is exempt. We’ve all been given a second chance, fifth chance, 115th chance by the One whose grace and mercy keeps us afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in our calling to be Christ-like how many times do we deny others of a “second chance” and call it “His will”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s certainly not easy but I’m just sayin', what would our generation begin to look like if we all became people of “second chances”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7766757465216414379?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7766757465216414379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/08/second-chances.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7766757465216414379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7766757465216414379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/08/second-chances.html' title='Second chances.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/THbea98eYuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/M0CvnVVI8RU/s72-c/park+bench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7824605741488859492</id><published>2010-07-27T12:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:24:14.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Not So Ordinary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TE8GS4OWvGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/J21473BIO58/s1600/cereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498620591442672738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TE8GS4OWvGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/J21473BIO58/s400/cereal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We live in a society that likes to dream for us.&lt;br /&gt;Commercials market visuals of what we &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; in order to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Magazines plaster images of what we &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to look like in order to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Our workplaces compile lists of requirements of what we &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while a lot of those needs are justified, not all of them are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Not all of them fit.&lt;br /&gt;Not all of them benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Because if they did, we'd be ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;We'd be defined by a moving target.&lt;br /&gt;We'd live our lives in a constant pursuit of someone elses's requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go through life and are confronted by various circumstances you come to realize who you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; are and who you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan, dream, hope and stress over becoming that person.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times when you discover unwanted things about yourself, so you try to bargain them away; trying to find security by saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could only have this...then, I wouldn't be so...that"&lt;br /&gt;"If I could only do [such and such], I wouldn't be so...ordinary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this! I've been frustrated with God, demanding for a change of plans and wishing I could fast-forward to the part where it gets good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no faith in that.&lt;br /&gt;You grow when you're in motion.&lt;br /&gt;When you're taking a risk.&lt;br /&gt;When you're dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;When you're living your life on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that instead of worrying about what I don't have, I can rejoice in what I do have.&lt;br /&gt;That I can rest on the kind of faith that reminds me daily that I serve a God of forward motion, an expert at the impossible and the extraordinary. And so should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7824605741488859492?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7824605741488859492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-so-ordinary.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7824605741488859492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7824605741488859492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-so-ordinary.html' title='Not So Ordinary.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TE8GS4OWvGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/J21473BIO58/s72-c/cereal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6730954966980138858</id><published>2010-07-06T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:34:43.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>I love them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TDOEvOXO8nI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hyUC4a6Qakk/s1600/this+is+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490878317539029618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TDOEvOXO8nI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hyUC4a6Qakk/s400/this+is+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent 4th of July weekend with some of the most amazing girls on the planet!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6730954966980138858?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6730954966980138858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6730954966980138858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6730954966980138858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-them.html' title='I love them!'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TDOEvOXO8nI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hyUC4a6Qakk/s72-c/this+is+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5630330112602569420</id><published>2010-06-02T23:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:43:26.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>Little Cuevas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TAchnqgffAI/AAAAAAAAA18/iwSEJQc8ia8/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478384437028682754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TAchnqgffAI/AAAAAAAAA18/iwSEJQc8ia8/s400/DSC_0676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Memorial Day weekend we had the Cuevas family come over just to hang out. Nothing fancy, just sat in the backyard over some good conversation. My favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I couldn't resist in snapping some shots of 2 out of 4 of the Cuevas kids. The littlest LOVES the camera! And as you can tell it loves her back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more shots on my flickr page here: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jmvilla/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/jmvilla/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a relaxing Memorial's Day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5630330112602569420?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5630330112602569420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-cuevas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5630330112602569420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5630330112602569420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-cuevas.html' title='Little Cuevas'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/TAchnqgffAI/AAAAAAAAA18/iwSEJQc8ia8/s72-c/DSC_0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5598098887577487921</id><published>2010-04-15T16:54:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:09:05.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Any Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9xAJmdhQzJ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9xAJmdhQzJ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T put out this "Rethink Possible" commercial and it's been replaying in my mind ever since I saw it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I couldn't resist the practical/spiritual application attached in my mind that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We serve a God who knows the future.&lt;br /&gt;Holds the future. &lt;br /&gt;And loves us enough to give us the most promising future we could ever dream for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that any second, could be THE second. MY second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5598098887577487921?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5598098887577487921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/04/any-second.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5598098887577487921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5598098887577487921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/04/any-second.html' title='Any Second'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-1073812169551659712</id><published>2010-04-08T15:55:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:04:54.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Laundry List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7-P5AOia8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/lMEUedv12Ec/s1600/couple_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458239482872622018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7-P5AOia8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/lMEUedv12Ec/s320/couple_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;It's a complicated subject many people like to tackle.&lt;br /&gt;It's a complicated subject some people &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; tackle.&lt;br /&gt;Especially as it relates to dating, marriage, men &amp;amp; women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;a href="http://home.marsvenus.com/"&gt;venus&lt;/a&gt;, they're &lt;a href="http://home.marsvenus.com/"&gt;mars&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;a href="http://www.lifewaystores.com/lwstore/images/products_L/1415852480_L.jpg"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/a&gt;, they're &lt;a href="http://www.lifewaystores.com/lwstore/images/products_L/1415852480_L.jpg"&gt;waffles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The comparisons can go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've had many, many conversations with close friends about all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;We've shared our hearts, thoughts, frustrations and dissapointments.&lt;br /&gt;We've exchanged the laundry list of qualities and characteristics we see fit for "the one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Miller started a blog series based off of his new book "Father Fiction" dedicated to those who grew up without a father; where in some chapters he addresses the ever-popular and often intimidating question, &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/2010/04/08/what-men-really-need-from-women/"&gt;"what do men really want from women?" &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/2010/04/07/what-women-really-need-from-men/"&gt;"what do women really want from men?".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props for going there Mr. Miller ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his insight is THAT good, I've decided to share some of my favorite parts. But I encourage you to read them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me that love is a choice we choose to walk in daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh but secretly hope that while most of us will sit in front our laundry list and let it dictate the way we enter and view relationships, may we never forget the privilege and beauty found in sharing our lives with someone.&lt;br /&gt;And that we never forget The One who had such a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, because you were the first to win my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[taken from Donald Miller blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donaldmilleris.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.donaldmilleris.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Guys, if you get weak, your wife may stay with you, but chances are she’s not going to be very attracted to you. Understanding what it is your mate is attracted to, be it strength or beauty, and giving that to them is a way of serving them. If you refuse to take responsibility for your life and expect your mate to still be attracted to you, it’s going to be a long, hard journey. Self pity is unattractive."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The truth is, you should already have a full life you are invested in, and you should invite them into that life."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you are strong and choosy, if you have a vision for your life, he will sense in you somebody to partner with so the two of you can help others (or raise a family.) That’s what a good guy is looking for. I’m not saying you can’t cry on his shoulder every once in a while-guys love being strong for a woman-I’m just saying if you have the characteristics of a wounded animal, you are going to attract somebody who eats wounded animals."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Self-assurance is beautiful. A choosy girl is beautiful. A woman who does not manipulate with her appearance is beautiful. A girl who is respectful of other people is beautiful. Intelligence is beautiful. A woman who has deep faith is beautiful. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-1073812169551659712?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/1073812169551659712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/04/laundry-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1073812169551659712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1073812169551659712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/04/laundry-list.html' title='Laundry List'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7-P5AOia8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/lMEUedv12Ec/s72-c/couple_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4631853779326516050</id><published>2010-04-05T12:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:35:03.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7oRK-lItcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Hoc-5kXfD3M/s1600/escape+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456692778807899586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7oRK-lItcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Hoc-5kXfD3M/s400/escape+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some days you just want to escape.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind, pack light, start over.&lt;br /&gt;Strategically plan in your mind, every move. Not knowing what it will be like but knowing what you don't want it to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other days, you really do escape.&lt;br /&gt;You leave it all behind, pack up, start over.&lt;br /&gt;Strategically plan in your mind, every move. Not knowing what it will be like but knowing what you don't want it to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come the days after the escape, when you shovel around the thoughts of what you left behind vs. what you gained in leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Questioning if what's to come is really better.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how it happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the midst of the post-escape chaos comes the settling feeling of hope.&lt;br /&gt;The one that redirects your attention.&lt;br /&gt;The one that confirms your purpose.&lt;br /&gt;The one that reminds you that your plans of escape were never a surprise to God.&lt;br /&gt;The one that assures you that no matter how thought out, convincing, persistent your escape plans can be...they will never come close to the goodness He already has in store for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your escape is part of His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4631853779326516050?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4631853779326516050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4631853779326516050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4631853779326516050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7oRK-lItcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Hoc-5kXfD3M/s72-c/escape+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4615762253830089429</id><published>2010-03-30T09:57:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:34:48.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Growing is Risky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7Ig6wGEFSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-Xmo7FXDrX8/s1600/inspirecard_bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454458292413928738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7Ig6wGEFSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-Xmo7FXDrX8/s400/inspirecard_bloom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know that feeling you get when you think you're well on your way to being completely over a past situation and then all the sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stings.&lt;br /&gt;it reminds you.&lt;br /&gt;it creeps around the corner of your mind with anxiety in hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's one of the worst feelings in the world! And what's harder than battling against those thoughts is confronting them and digesting them in an emotionally and spiritually mature manner. Also known as, growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when what you call faith gets tested for the risk element. You see, in talking with a friend about this the other morning, we agreed that if there's not that risky, I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing or I'm-scared-out-of-my-mind element then you shouldn't call it faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it doesn't require you to stretch.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't demand for you to dig deep inside of your soul for that unwavering conviction that speaks of the promise that's been stamped on your life from the only One who could ever keep such a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I didn't stretch or dig.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I cried on my way to work because in the time it took me to leave my driveway and pull into the parking garage at my office building I was head first in anxious thoughts that pulled my attention away from that convicting truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to stretch.&lt;br /&gt;I had to to dig.&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself that it's the only way to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Donald Miller posted &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/2010/03/30/the-greatest-impact-you-have-may-come-out-of-your-pain/"&gt;something &lt;/a&gt;on his blog that reminded me why growing is risky but worth it. He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we stay bitter, we don’t grow, and we don’t help the people around us. What God wants to do with our pain is turn it into ministry, into an empathy that will heal others. Some of the darkest seasons in your life may turn into a gift for somebody else. And if we are willing to allow our pain and hardship to be used to help others, our pain is given dignity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether your going through a painful, dark moment in your life or your trying to stay afloat in this transition season of your life, hoping and waiting for the greener side like me, hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone might need to hear your story someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4615762253830089429?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4615762253830089429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-is-risky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4615762253830089429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4615762253830089429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-is-risky.html' title='Growing is Risky'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S7Ig6wGEFSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-Xmo7FXDrX8/s72-c/inspirecard_bloom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7700435553385873562</id><published>2010-03-24T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:30:55.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Smooth Barista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6ohtlzfu_I/AAAAAAAAA00/1Lcahnd2t0g/s1600/DSC_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452207366011337714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6ohtlzfu_I/AAAAAAAAA00/1Lcahnd2t0g/s400/DSC_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Mr. Barista. You made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7700435553385873562?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7700435553385873562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/smooth-barista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7700435553385873562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7700435553385873562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/smooth-barista.html' title='Smooth Barista'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6ohtlzfu_I/AAAAAAAAA00/1Lcahnd2t0g/s72-c/DSC_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-1404275174400142546</id><published>2010-03-23T12:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:26:42.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casa Villamil'/><title type='text'>Vanessa &amp; Jack got Married!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452204345918176482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oe9zFLPOI/AAAAAAAAA0s/cDORaab9tmo/s400/IMG_2676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We've known eachother since birth.&lt;br /&gt;We played dress up together.&lt;br /&gt;We tortured our siblings together.&lt;br /&gt;We did eachother's hair.&lt;br /&gt;And told eachother secrets.&lt;br /&gt;We went to high school together.&lt;br /&gt;We talked.&lt;br /&gt;We dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my cousin, bff and role model is MARRIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled for her and that she was blessed enough to find the love of her life.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the family Jack!&lt;br /&gt;Love you prima! On your wedding you looked like what most brides dream to look like ;)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oeTtSwMtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/niS-GE0aBNI/s1600/IMG_2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203622810006226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oeTtSwMtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/niS-GE0aBNI/s400/IMG_2692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oeTBmjEMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Uv0yWUOBCbA/s1600/12314_10150137107560725_646660724_11720098_4544645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203611081871554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oeTBmjEMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Uv0yWUOBCbA/s400/12314_10150137107560725_646660724_11720098_4544645_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oeSx1TFCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PkFGFgEwFds/s1600/IMG_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203606848771106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oeSx1TFCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PkFGFgEwFds/s400/IMG_2652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My cousin Frankie and my lovely little sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oeSe8YFXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/A2lomNEdf_o/s1600/IMG_2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203601778185586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oeSe8YFXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/A2lomNEdf_o/s400/IMG_2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most gorgeous day to be married in Miami :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JV&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/1643399644425417944-1404275174400142546?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/1404275174400142546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/vanessa-jack-got-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1404275174400142546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1404275174400142546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/vanessa-jack-got-married.html' title='Vanessa &amp; Jack got Married!!'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S6oe9zFLPOI/AAAAAAAAA0s/cDORaab9tmo/s72-c/IMG_2676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4580351612979733923</id><published>2010-03-16T12:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:02:53.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>Ileana &amp; B's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S5-4897qYXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HSxPVd0DsKU/s1600-h/bridesmaids_jTD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449277431698055538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S5-4897qYXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HSxPVd0DsKU/s400/bridesmaids_jTD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 of my good friends got married March 6...Brandon &amp;amp; Ileana!! Here's a shot of us bridesmaids! More pics to come soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This one is courtesy of their Photographer and our friend Jason of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jtdproductions.tv"&gt;jTD Productions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is in the air this month!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4580351612979733923?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4580351612979733923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/ileana-bs-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4580351612979733923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4580351612979733923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/ileana-bs-wedding.html' title='Ileana &amp; B&apos;s Wedding!'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S5-4897qYXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HSxPVd0DsKU/s72-c/bridesmaids_jTD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-226582986852987268</id><published>2010-03-15T16:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:12:38.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Eliud's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8EX3vbWoZ0" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our faith is rocked, it's easy to forget who holds our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eliud&lt;/span&gt; in Kenya gets it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he's had a million and one justifiable reasons to forget, but he chooses not to.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eliud&lt;/span&gt; and declare this over my life everyday just as he does, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God loves me enough to feed me, bless me, and give me hope for the future. Amen." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eliud&lt;/span&gt;, I needed that reminder today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't made the decision to sponsor a child in need, you should. It will change your life way more than it will ever change theirs. Visit: &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;http://www.compassion.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eliud's&lt;/span&gt; story taken from &lt;a href="http://www.bradruggles.com/2010/03/08/a-father-to-the-fatherless/"&gt;Brad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ruggles&lt;/span&gt; blog &lt;/a&gt;via &lt;a href="http://whittakerwoman.typepad.com/whittaker_woman/"&gt;Whittaker Woman&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-226582986852987268?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/226582986852987268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/eliuds-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/226582986852987268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/226582986852987268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/eliuds-heart.html' title='Eliud&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2701769264608627016</id><published>2010-03-11T14:19:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:43:57.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>You Make My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.andrehenrymusic.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447463435480243570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S5lHIfa6nXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/TeoIYtTC4qM/s400/dre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet my friend Andre.&lt;br /&gt;We met in college.&lt;br /&gt;He's one of those friends that I can call at almost anytime and say whatever and somehow end up laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...his EP is out!!! And not only is the world privileged enough to hear "You Make My Day" but you don't even have to pay for it. For limited time only...IT'S FREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXWSUuw7Ruk&amp;amp;hl=" width="640" height="385" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0x6b8ab6" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my word that this won't disappoint, it's brilliant and catchy and provokes all those good feelings you should get when listening to music. It's just extra dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit: &lt;a href="http://www.andrehenrymusic.com/"&gt;www.andrehenrymusic.com&lt;/a&gt; to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, send him a tweet to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/andrehenry"&gt;@andrehenry &lt;/a&gt;to say how much you loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, become a fan of his Facebook page to stay posted on his whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you realllyyyy want to be amazed/entertained/inspired/enlightened/confused/annoyed (come on Dre, it's true. ;) then follow his most recent blog posts like &lt;a href="http://www.andrehenrymusic.com/home/2010/3/10/dave.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumors are true, he's one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go make your day ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2701769264608627016?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2701769264608627016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-make-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2701769264608627016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2701769264608627016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-make-my-day.html' title='You Make My Day'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S5lHIfa6nXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/TeoIYtTC4qM/s72-c/dre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6216567145826586213</id><published>2010-03-01T11:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:39:31.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Smitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4xM1Z8toKI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hFMRZxjy5Hw/s1600-h/GQ065_350A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443810529966399650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4xM1Z8toKI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hFMRZxjy5Hw/s400/GQ065_350A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's March 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did that come so quick?? I feel like I was just opening my crisp, new calendar at work, writing my first to-do list of 2010 over a cup of coffee, excited/anxious/hopeful of how I was going to accomplish my goals...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come to yet another realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have to believe that life truly is an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;That love always wins.&lt;br /&gt;That faith is fuel.&lt;br /&gt;That rushing isn't always best.&lt;br /&gt;That coffee taste better with company.&lt;br /&gt;That smiling is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, convenient, effortless to get caught up in the bustle of my agenda but there is MORE value in stopping for a moment to breathe a breath of gratefulness for all God has done and is planning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I practice what I write, life won't feel like its rushing me by.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I write down what I want to practice AND actually take steps in that direction, it will be more than a desire and become my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe in this "adventure".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'll stop staring at my phone every time I get a spare minute.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll stop being swallowed up by ungratefulness, stress and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll hear God’s voice more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll discover more reasons to stick with this 'life perspective' that today, has me smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6216567145826586213?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6216567145826586213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/smitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6216567145826586213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6216567145826586213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/03/smitten.html' title='Smitten'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4xM1Z8toKI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hFMRZxjy5Hw/s72-c/GQ065_350A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-1436441844691608077</id><published>2010-02-25T11:40:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:52:07.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>NASA budgets + faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4ay07BZpsI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7KCHjcZuvHw/s1600-h/outerspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442233821990332098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4ay07BZpsI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7KCHjcZuvHw/s400/outerspace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning on my commute in, I heard an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.nola.com/news/t-p/capital/index.ssf?/base/news-7/1267080023204870.xml&amp;amp;coll=1"&gt;feature story &lt;/a&gt;talking about the 2011 budget proposed by the Obama administration for NASA. Seems like it struck a nerve with some people, like Senator David Vitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe this budget and the vision it represents would end our human space flight program as we know it and would surrender for our lifetime and perhaps forever our world leadership in this area.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! He sounds upset. I don't blame him. Imagine, this is a person who I &lt;em&gt;assume&lt;/em&gt; has dedicated the majority of their life to help advance the innovative and exploratory adventures of NASA. So how frustrating to feel that your dreams are being reduced/confined into an unfair budget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hear me...I know NOTHING about the NASA budget or space or planets or even Sen. David Vitter (until today) but I identify with the frustration that leaps off that statement. Because many times I've felt discouraged by the limitations of my own resources, asking myself "how will I make my dream come true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....the story continued with a statement from NASA administrator Charles Bolden Jr. where he said, ""A vision without resources is a hallucination". To which the Senator responded "resources without vision is a waste of time and money..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask YOU, do you agree with that statement? Is a vision without resources really a hallucination? If so, how does faith factor into that equation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-1436441844691608077?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/1436441844691608077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/02/nasa-budgets-faith.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1436441844691608077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1436441844691608077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/02/nasa-budgets-faith.html' title='NASA budgets + faith'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4ay07BZpsI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7KCHjcZuvHw/s72-c/outerspace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2245522403039987868</id><published>2010-02-24T23:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:54:50.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Lovenote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4YCNpuYVhI/AAAAAAAAAzc/o6SnLLVYy7k/s1600-h/DSC_0006_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442039633285764626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4YCNpuYVhI/AAAAAAAAAzc/o6SnLLVYy7k/s400/DSC_0006_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came home from work to find this taped on my door. After I cracked up, I remembered why I love my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Adam ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2245522403039987868?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2245522403039987868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovenote.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2245522403039987868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2245522403039987868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovenote.html' title='Lovenote'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S4YCNpuYVhI/AAAAAAAAAzc/o6SnLLVYy7k/s72-c/DSC_0006_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-324716224906945198</id><published>2010-02-18T17:21:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:28:53.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Storytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S329ewn8LyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lyGYZBmYXbU/s1600-h/ferris+wheel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439712261079576354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S329ewn8LyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lyGYZBmYXbU/s400/ferris+wheel+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stories…they make our world spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I enjoy more than a good story. The kind where you hang at the edge of your seat, eyes wide with anticipation at what the storyteller will spill next. You know? Where you're smiling, pre-giggles and all, waiting for the climax? Totally engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even stories flooding with emotion...the kind where your eyes water as you fast-forward to "that part" in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging stories with people captivates me in ways I find hard to explain. Because you end up  stepping into that person's heart and connecting on levels text messages or facebook can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall accurately and perfectly SO many examples on how my friendships with certain people have grown over a good story. A transparent one. Packed with sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have more moments like that. Reality is we're all living a story that sometimes sucks. hurts. it's confusing and frustrating. So instead of getting comfortable on a rough chapter in our lives, through listening, let's encourage each other to read on! Trusting that the ending is...we win! What God has planned will surely pass our expectations and straight up, blow our minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, let none who trust and wait hopefully and look for You be put to shame or be disappointed." Psalm 25:3 (AMP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to listen to someone's story today. It could change yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-324716224906945198?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/324716224906945198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/02/storytime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/324716224906945198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/324716224906945198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/02/storytime.html' title='Storytime'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S329ewn8LyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lyGYZBmYXbU/s72-c/ferris+wheel+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4798244633668889554</id><published>2010-02-03T13:16:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:18:19.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Mile Marker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S2nKBy8AMiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rKhfxHjqD0s/s1600-h/mile+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434096557601337890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S2nKBy8AMiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rKhfxHjqD0s/s400/mile+41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love road trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I get excited every time I plan on being in the car for hours at a time because it forces me to slow down, think, and meditate on the many things that too often slip through the cracks of my fast-paced routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to college 4 hours away from home so some of the best memories I have are from weekend trips to and from school. I looked forward to skipping class to hit the road early, fill up my tank, sync my ipod and just...drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried. danced. laughed. argued. prayed. sang. All and more I have experienced on those drives. And one thing I distinctively remember and am eternally grateful for are the ways God literally changed me. One mile marker at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I've been reminded of His love and grace for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I've been left speechless at His timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I've been corrected for my selfish and prideful attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So years later as I sit here trying to measure my life and map out my goals for the year, I realize I'm not where I thought I would be. But that's ok, because when I think of all that’s best in me, I see Him. He’s chased my heart every step of the way. I'll be fine, even if I'm not aligned with my own measurements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Him change your world. It's better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4798244633668889554?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4798244633668889554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/02/mile-marker.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4798244633668889554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4798244633668889554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/02/mile-marker.html' title='Mile Marker'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S2nKBy8AMiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rKhfxHjqD0s/s72-c/mile+41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-146841788021451092</id><published>2010-01-20T10:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:49:53.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Just Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S1cl85oDW8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/YmbeILb1xGU/s1600-h/DSC_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428849604009614274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S1cl85oDW8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/YmbeILb1xGU/s400/DSC_1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes to your will, your way, your plan, your purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes to what seems possible and impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes to what you have prepared—through places unknown, to destinations unimagined...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just say yes. It's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&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/1643399644425417944-146841788021451092?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/146841788021451092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/146841788021451092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/146841788021451092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-yes.html' title='Just Yes'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S1cl85oDW8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/YmbeILb1xGU/s72-c/DSC_1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2955046299956660051</id><published>2010-01-11T10:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:42:23.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>...made more faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S0uSPQBkUmI/AAAAAAAAAys/g1WR2oawbBs/s1600-h/peacock+feather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425590966795129442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S0uSPQBkUmI/AAAAAAAAAys/g1WR2oawbBs/s400/peacock+feather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone seems to have a favorite quote. or verse. or 'life anthem' they claim to live by.&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tie myself down to just 1 (or even 3) of the above mentioned, but I've come to identify the most with the chorus of Brooke Fraser's song "Faithful"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I can’t feel you&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to reach out just the same&lt;br /&gt;When I can’t hear you&lt;br /&gt;I know you still hear every word I pray&lt;br /&gt;And I want you&lt;br /&gt;More than I want to live another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m made more faithful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase highlighted is what reaches me. The idea that my waiting period, as painful &amp;amp; torturous as I see it to be, is actually preparing me for that "green grass on the other side".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's temporary.&lt;br /&gt;It's purposeful.&lt;br /&gt;It's right where God wants me.&lt;br /&gt;It's sharpening my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to learn and apply this truth was actually the reason why I started this blog and named it "madefaithfull". Because reality is, my soul is genuinely 'full' when I am "made faithful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I strongly dislike the waiting process (as most do) my desire in this new year is to welcome it; understanding that the One who holds my future happens to know what's best for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to becoming faithful...again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2955046299956660051?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2955046299956660051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/01/made-more-faithful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2955046299956660051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2955046299956660051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/01/made-more-faithful.html' title='...made more faithful'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S0uSPQBkUmI/AAAAAAAAAys/g1WR2oawbBs/s72-c/peacock+feather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6308465676166284283</id><published>2010-01-05T10:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:55:11.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>JV Featured on SARAHRHOADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S0NfRUa6FqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/uqtBw0jRGLQ/s1600-h/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423283127428191906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S0NfRUa6FqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/uqtBw0jRGLQ/s400/Picture2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close to a month ago, a photographer whom I admire tremendously, &lt;a href="http://www.sarahrhoads.com/#/special/splash/"&gt;SARAHRHOADES&lt;/a&gt;, posted a call on her blog for self-portraits. I submitted mine, and was honored to find out that I was chosen! What's even better is that so were 67 others whose creativity is incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.sarahrhoads.com/blog/2010/01/the-self-portrait-project.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and take a looksie at her work. It's truly one-of-a-kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6308465676166284283?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6308465676166284283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/01/jv-featured-on-sarahrhoads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6308465676166284283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6308465676166284283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/01/jv-featured-on-sarahrhoads.html' title='JV Featured on SARAHRHOADS'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/S0NfRUa6FqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/uqtBw0jRGLQ/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3146711029860310589</id><published>2010-01-02T01:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:22:15.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sz7lgA3PI6I/AAAAAAAAAyU/zeS8kgBRPlk/s1600-h/vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422023339550909346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sz7lgA3PI6I/AAAAAAAAAyU/zeS8kgBRPlk/s400/vintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Even though most of the things in the coming year are unknown at the moment and God’s timing in some areas is unclear, there is a sure and certain promise that you can store within the backpack of your faith and carry with you throughout the journey..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Roy Lessin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be the best year yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3146711029860310589?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3146711029860310589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3146711029860310589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3146711029860310589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome 2010...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sz7lgA3PI6I/AAAAAAAAAyU/zeS8kgBRPlk/s72-c/vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-490952449273647818</id><published>2009-12-22T14:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:49:31.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Red &amp; Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SzEhsbhVKsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/o3bqcGdBYck/s1600-h/star+on+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418148873888934594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SzEhsbhVKsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/o3bqcGdBYck/s400/star+on+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas is the traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culturally saturated menus.&lt;br /&gt;Lightly used decorations making their December debut.&lt;br /&gt;Torturous trips to over packed malls in search for the right gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Color-coordinated Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it all! It warms my heart to indulge with the people I love in these things. It serves as a vivid reminder that the most valuable things in life are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That faith is fuel.&lt;br /&gt;That love is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;That giving is rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's worth every ounce of energy you use not to get lost in the hustle of the season but rather grasp tight to the One who makes it all possible. Without Him, it's just another series of calendar dates blurred with overwhelming doses of red &amp;amp; green decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to capture the warmth I feel now, place it in a bottle and save it for June. In June I might forget the richness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-490952449273647818?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/490952449273647818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-green_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/490952449273647818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/490952449273647818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-green_22.html' title='Red &amp; Green'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SzEhsbhVKsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/o3bqcGdBYck/s72-c/star+on+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5127626130006640684</id><published>2009-12-21T14:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:07:41.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>What it really looks like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDmibnRyhj4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDmibnRyhj4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what it looks like to BE the church and not just attend. Cool. I want to look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the reminder &lt;a href="http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/"&gt;Carlos &lt;/a&gt;and Danny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5127626130006640684?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5127626130006640684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-it-really-looks-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5127626130006640684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5127626130006640684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-it-really-looks-like.html' title='What it really looks like...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-1380802210957755433</id><published>2009-12-15T10:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:48:08.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>A Better Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SygXzwIoXVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bt0znANeQFU/s1600-h/best+coffee+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415604729774890322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SygXzwIoXVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bt0znANeQFU/s400/best+coffee+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The will of God, we can rest assured, is invariably a better thing. " -E.Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every city claims to have the best coffee in town. And if I was a business owner, I would too. Maybe not those &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; words but if I believed strongly enough in my product, then I would without a doubt go out of my way to use the most convincing message I could think of to get you to not only walk in my doors but buy my product. One step further? Convince you to tell all your friends and come back tomorrow for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the way the food business is best run? by word-of-mouth? In my opinion it is. So when I read [the quote above] today about God's will being the "better". In between conference calls, meetings, coffee, and press releases on/off throughout the day I thought, "what would lead someone to say God's will is invariably better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past &amp;amp; proven experience? Sure why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is one good cup of coffee to keep you coming back for more no? yet, God has proven [to me at least] time and time again that He's got this, and I still doubt. I still question. I still raise an eyebrow in disbelief and give that "huh?!" face when things don't go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to know the "best" you have to plow through the crappy stuff. The process everyone wants to avoid. The circumstances only thought of in nightmares. The waiting period everyone dreads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what gives you the confidence to say "Oh, that's better!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely transparent, in the stage of life I'm currently in, the last phrase on my mind is "God's will is better" because I can list 107 things I'd rather have on my plate. Because I'd choose a fast-forward button any day over some of the situations I'm facing. But if I do that...how will I know what's better? How will I fully appreciate and embrace the joy attached to a better plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the realization that my plans suck compared to His is frustrating, but I'll do it, in hopes that He'll see past my inadequate and too often ungrateful attitude and be pleased with the intentions of my heart. Because He sees them and is the author of those same desires within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't happen overnight. It needs to be intentional. A day-to-day effort. So even though I failed yesterday, and I failed today...there's always right now, and hopefully tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for another cup. It's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-1380802210957755433?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/1380802210957755433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1380802210957755433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1380802210957755433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-thing.html' title='A Better Thing'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SygXzwIoXVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bt0znANeQFU/s72-c/best+coffee+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3299998366001462460</id><published>2009-12-13T22:38:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:08:05.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRANDED'/><title type='text'>Made in the 80's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1SCJZ9SI/AAAAAAAAAxs/h45DWfMP8i8/s1600-h/DSC_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414933448401483042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1SCJZ9SI/AAAAAAAAAxs/h45DWfMP8i8/s400/DSC_0688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BRANDED youth ministry had our 80's Christmas party last night and it was a blast! A few of us decided to tear up some 80's karaoke...check out all the fun we had so next time, you won't miss out ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1R3lwJkI/AAAAAAAAAxk/zdG068EB8Xc/s1600-h/DSC_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414933445567587906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1R3lwJkI/AAAAAAAAAxk/zdG068EB8Xc/s400/DSC_0674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gracie rocking out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1RoekciI/AAAAAAAAAxc/VSSr3_3YzEg/s1600-h/DSC_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414933441510928930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1RoekciI/AAAAAAAAAxc/VSSr3_3YzEg/s400/DSC_0638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 80's looks like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1RKIKV6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/ki8xYjPKVmg/s1600-h/DSC_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414933433363879842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1RKIKV6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/ki8xYjPKVmg/s400/DSC_0644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0I5sFhvI/AAAAAAAAAxM/m7jrk1aF0ZA/s1600-h/DSC_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414932192000575218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0I5sFhvI/AAAAAAAAAxM/m7jrk1aF0ZA/s400/DSC_0662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the men holding it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0IgTE8_I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lt3eQgUvmDQ/s1600-h/DSC_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414932185184793586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0IgTE8_I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lt3eQgUvmDQ/s400/DSC_0679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Berta is a natural karaoke diva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0ITRyhKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IKFQU0iRRxY/s1600-h/DSC_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414932181689730210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0ITRyhKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IKFQU0iRRxY/s400/DSC_0690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414932179692325362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0IL1kifI/AAAAAAAAAw0/4O7ymDIOets/s400/DSC_0694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0HsPeMEI/AAAAAAAAAws/t2Tom28va_M/s1600-h/DSC_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414932171211026498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW0HsPeMEI/AAAAAAAAAws/t2Tom28va_M/s400/DSC_0721.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;such a fun night with some incredible kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Holidays BRANDED!!! It's been a great year with even better ones ahead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3299998366001462460?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3299998366001462460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/made-in-80s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3299998366001462460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3299998366001462460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/made-in-80s.html' title='Made in the 80&apos;s...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyW1SCJZ9SI/AAAAAAAAAxs/h45DWfMP8i8/s72-c/DSC_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7628657849077982643</id><published>2009-12-09T17:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:19:27.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therealPRlife'/><title type='text'>Holidays Begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyAhLxHts9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Q5g7A6ufiI8/s1600-h/holidayparty113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413363238147306450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyAhLxHts9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Q5g7A6ufiI8/s400/holidayparty113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first holiday party of the season. This is me with my fabulously talented LAC PR team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7628657849077982643?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7628657849077982643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7628657849077982643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7628657849077982643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-begin.html' title='Holidays Begin...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SyAhLxHts9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Q5g7A6ufiI8/s72-c/holidayparty113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4076372127354391583</id><published>2009-11-24T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:38:23.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Artsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://manage.infinovation.com/assets/player.swf?a=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;v=1"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="AccountKey=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;VideoGuid=5383fad0-d5e3-11de-bbe9-12313b014e12&amp;Signature=dGgag8KZhxk6%2BZBYlRUfxweflXQ%3D&amp;AutoPlay=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://manage.infinovation.com/assets/player.swf?a=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;v=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="640" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" flashVars="AccountKey=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;VideoGuid=5383fad0-d5e3-11de-bbe9-12313b014e12&amp;Signature=dGgag8KZhxk6%2BZBYlRUfxweflXQ%3D&amp;AutoPlay=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistically, this video is spectacular!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chasing Pirates" by Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4076372127354391583?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4076372127354391583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/11/artsy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4076372127354391583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4076372127354391583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/11/artsy.html' title='Artsy'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7593614201409710202</id><published>2009-11-04T14:49:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:41:26.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Black &amp; White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SvHbCzxCw1I/AAAAAAAAAvI/T-SGHGFFgBg/s1600-h/change+your+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400338269496066898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SvHbCzxCw1I/AAAAAAAAAvI/T-SGHGFFgBg/s400/change+your+world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whenever I need change I feel like I'm stuck in a black and white photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorless.&lt;br /&gt;Predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time (and in spite of God's promises concerning me) I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Fearful of what's next and/or how long will it take to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest with myself, this is a lesson I fail at learning time and time again. And as much as being stuck in "transition mode" annoys me, it's also a loud &amp;amp; clear reminder of God's relentless love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribably loving enough to add color when it's right.&lt;br /&gt;And patiently loving enough to sustain me through my monochromatic stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, He sees the colorful masterpiece at the end when all we see is black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...He chose us in advance, and he makes everything work out according to his plan." Eph. 1:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for color....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7593614201409710202?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7593614201409710202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7593614201409710202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7593614201409710202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-white.html' title='Black &amp; White'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SvHbCzxCw1I/AAAAAAAAAvI/T-SGHGFFgBg/s72-c/change+your+world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3202522166109674764</id><published>2009-10-28T17:18:00.038-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:30:50.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Nadi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SujEteJf_YI/AAAAAAAAAvA/UsjOyspRHD0/s1600-h/dance+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SujEteJf_YI/AAAAAAAAAvA/UsjOyspRHD0/s400/dance+feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397780438869605762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I got an unexpected call. My sponsored girl for over a year now, Nadi, was chosen for adoption!! My prayers for her have always been that she feels thought of, loved, fulfilled. For God to protect her, bless her and make her dreams come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I never thought the answer to that prayer would come in the form of adoption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hear my heart...I am beyond excited for her! She deserves to be in a home with a family that will spoil her with the love she's missed out on for 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my heart still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss her letters.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the updates.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss just knowing that I'm helping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope she keeps in touch. And I hope that family realizes the gem they chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I began this sponsorship journey, my heart jumped at the oppportunity to help a child across the world. And that God could possibly use me at least 1/4 of what is shown in this video below (which I stole from &lt;a href="http://whittakerwoman.typepad.com/whittaker_woman/"&gt;Whittaker Woman &lt;/a&gt;who stole it from &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;LPM blog&lt;/a&gt;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry every single time I watch it and pray others would get motivated to join this cause that I believe can literally change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="227"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7072300&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7072300&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="227"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7072300"&gt;Catalyst 2009 Compassion Moment&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/catalyst"&gt;Catalyst&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;If you haven't explored the opportunity to sponsor a child...please do!&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read up on &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;Compassion International&lt;/a&gt; and the work they do all over the world...please do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because trust me when I tell you that these children will bless YOU more than your $38/month ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same, and soon I'll be introducing you to my new girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3202522166109674764?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3202522166109674764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-girl-nadi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3202522166109674764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3202522166109674764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-girl-nadi.html' title='Nadi'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SujEteJf_YI/AAAAAAAAAvA/UsjOyspRHD0/s72-c/dance+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6798240305879407839</id><published>2009-10-21T10:09:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:10:21.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Nothing to Wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/St8dUUxqYCI/AAAAAAAAAug/wrNR6lAztb4/s1600-h/nada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395063113624739874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/St8dUUxqYCI/AAAAAAAAAug/wrNR6lAztb4/s400/nada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I was exhausted. This morning I had nothing to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not literally but nothing I really &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complained. sighed. and let out deeply-frustrated breaths. Over clothes? Yea I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over breakfast with Mom, she started talking about how thankful we need to be for everything. That God blesses a grateful heart :::rolls eyes and is slightly convicted:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while at work, my friend Mel emailed me a devotional talking about stress management and how one of the keys to dealing with stress is thankfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23 is a common (yet today) a surprisingly refreshing passage that details an intimate and faithful relationship with our Shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he, "promises to to be my shepherd, to lead and guide me, to provide my every need, to protect me from my enemies, to fill my heart with peace, and to stand between me and my greatest fears." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Mary Southerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer? God, I will never outgrow my need for your grace; so help me not to forget the wonder of who you are and what you are capable of doing. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6798240305879407839?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6798240305879407839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-to-wear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6798240305879407839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6798240305879407839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-to-wear.html' title='Nothing to Wear'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/St8dUUxqYCI/AAAAAAAAAug/wrNR6lAztb4/s72-c/nada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6406829850830116541</id><published>2009-10-20T09:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:23:13.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casa Villamil'/><title type='text'>Jer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/St3DtpQbU2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/wXat5YQ1ql4/s1600-h/Jere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394683117596005218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/St3DtpQbU2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/wXat5YQ1ql4/s400/Jere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That adorable face you wish you could &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; is my cousin Jeremiah "Jer". This past weekend I went to NY and got to kiss his face. More pictures of the trip will be up soon but I'm still melting from this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6406829850830116541?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6406829850830116541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/10/jer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6406829850830116541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6406829850830116541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/10/jer.html' title='Jer'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/St3DtpQbU2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/wXat5YQ1ql4/s72-c/Jere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8072152473874791094</id><published>2009-09-30T13:32:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:20:51.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>Risky Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SsO5bCSwUpI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/fC6CY8Orylo/s1600-h/friendship.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387353453388386962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SsO5bCSwUpI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/fC6CY8Orylo/s400/friendship.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What inspired this post? Too much to pin-point. But, the bottom line is...friendships require risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communicating your heart to another individual in hopes they understand, sympathize, or even listen is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;risky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expressing a harsh truth to someone you admire dearly is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;risky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing it their way vs. yours is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;risky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;risky&lt;/span&gt; as it may be, it's a risk worth taking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life was not meant to be lived alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because when there's love for someone, like a dear friend of mine reminded me today, "it rejoices in truth, not a false sense of peace"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which basically means...go be real with your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them your secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them they're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them you love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them they don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them it's hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them you can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them you'll never leave their side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because then you can go back to being REAL friends. It's better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&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/1643399644425417944-8072152473874791094?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8072152473874791094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/09/risky-friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8072152473874791094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8072152473874791094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/09/risky-friendships.html' title='Risky Friendships'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SsO5bCSwUpI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/fC6CY8Orylo/s72-c/friendship.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-210059834624612952</id><published>2009-09-10T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:37:21.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Where have you recently found unexpected beauty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sqk5LbfaFhI/AAAAAAAAAt4/klAJgMoyhWI/s1600-h/beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894098391602706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sqk5LbfaFhI/AAAAAAAAAt4/klAJgMoyhWI/s400/beauty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please reply below...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-210059834624612952?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/210059834624612952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-have-you-recently-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/210059834624612952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/210059834624612952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-have-you-recently-found.html' title='Where have you recently found unexpected beauty?'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sqk5LbfaFhI/AAAAAAAAAt4/klAJgMoyhWI/s72-c/beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8051933516109626642</id><published>2009-09-02T13:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:40:22.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owner of the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sp6rYKknRKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/npIThSH1yv0/s1600-h/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376923436770084002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sp6rYKknRKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/npIThSH1yv0/s400/sea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The sea is His..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 95: 5 says "...he made it..." referring to the sea. which is why he can claim it as His, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple statement that woke me up this morning, and reminded me that I will never be able to wrap my mind around how amazing He is. The sea, I mean, you look it at and it's overwhelming! The colors, size, the look and feel of the water...it can leave you speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's His artwork!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How romantic to think that the maker of the sea would want to draw close to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the maker of Sea.&lt;br /&gt;He's the maker of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;He's the maker of all things good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the maker of such reminders as this...that the sea is His so why fret over what's to become of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a second to love on the owner of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-8051933516109626642?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8051933516109626642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/09/owner-of-sea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8051933516109626642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8051933516109626642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/09/owner-of-sea.html' title='Owner of the Sea'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sp6rYKknRKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/npIThSH1yv0/s72-c/sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6565315741712955787</id><published>2009-08-25T15:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:37:09.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trading Oranges for Peaches'/><title type='text'>NOT a Georgia Peach...</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I moved back to FL.&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond excited, because I know it is a new season in life for me! Moving was a leap of faith! Yet I know God will bless and honor this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are a few shots of the craziness that was move out day! My amazing Dad flew in to help me drive the U-Haul with all my things back to FL...it was a great roadtrip with videos that my my Dad won't let me post but trust me, we had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4-4YHefI/AAAAAAAAAtg/pYTYEQOb9CY/s1600-h/DSC_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982908296428018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4-4YHefI/AAAAAAAAAtg/pYTYEQOb9CY/s400/DSC_0838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost packed?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4-gOjPHI/AAAAAAAAAtY/PJIGG9qIFVA/s1600-h/DSC_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982901813853298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4-gOjPHI/AAAAAAAAAtY/PJIGG9qIFVA/s400/DSC_0869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goodbye Apt. 904...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4-J7Wv-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1m1qERN4V4k/s1600-h/DSC_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982895827763170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4-J7Wv-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1m1qERN4V4k/s400/DSC_0870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ49_7mYRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Xesrzegf2D8/s1600-h/DSC_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982893144432914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ49_7mYRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Xesrzegf2D8/s400/DSC_0875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no road trip is complete without Fuze juice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ49gJoNbI/AAAAAAAAAtA/W3LvCYgGtaI/s1600-h/DSC_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982884613338546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ49gJoNbI/AAAAAAAAAtA/W3LvCYgGtaI/s400/DSC_0876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4Q84civI/AAAAAAAAAs4/DY5qF0r2MtU/s1600-h/DSC_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982119231785714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4Q84civI/AAAAAAAAAs4/DY5qF0r2MtU/s400/DSC_0877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hooking my car up to the truck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4QW05_JI/AAAAAAAAAsw/oMZxZgUImZ8/s1600-h/DSC_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982109016390802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4QW05_JI/AAAAAAAAAsw/oMZxZgUImZ8/s400/DSC_0880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scary picture on the truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4QIkBY8I/AAAAAAAAAso/OQKK9qQ09D8/s1600-h/DSC_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982105187476418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4QIkBY8I/AAAAAAAAAso/OQKK9qQ09D8/s400/DSC_0882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a One-Way trip!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4PlOIVeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/mC0S8NN7zyY/s1600-h/DSC_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982095700415970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4PlOIVeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/mC0S8NN7zyY/s400/DSC_0900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;obviously, U-Haul does not clean their truck's windows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4PeAtT-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/5TPnghgww44/s1600-h/DSC_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982093765070818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4PeAtT-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/5TPnghgww44/s400/DSC_0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; proof of a gross bathroom in a gas station, in GA, in the middle of nowhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3mifuEKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/BQ1RSWy5vG4/s1600-h/DSC_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981390594248866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3mifuEKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/BQ1RSWy5vG4/s400/DSC_0910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yep, still in GA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3mIAmuEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kBjFk3O-4NA/s1600-h/DSC_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981383484422210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3mIAmuEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kBjFk3O-4NA/s400/DSC_0911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; at least they had mucho mango :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3lotOu8I/AAAAAAAAAsA/R4RCRk0cqVw/s1600-h/DSC_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981375081659330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3lotOu8I/AAAAAAAAAsA/R4RCRk0cqVw/s400/DSC_0915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tifton: the city where speeding tickets are given (as told by Katie &amp;amp; Sam) but we didn't get caught ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3lB7v11I/AAAAAAAAAr4/9MzWPbNZz0c/s1600-h/DSC_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981364673566546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3lB7v11I/AAAAAAAAAr4/9MzWPbNZz0c/s400/DSC_0920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally...palm trees!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3kwCWtOI/AAAAAAAAArw/4YS0_OstWAg/s1600-h/DSC_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981359869441250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ3kwCWtOI/AAAAAAAAArw/4YS0_OstWAg/s400/DSC_0921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Home Sweet Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JV&lt;/div&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/1643399644425417944-6565315741712955787?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6565315741712955787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-georgia-peach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6565315741712955787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6565315741712955787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-georgia-peach.html' title='NOT a Georgia Peach...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQ4-4YHefI/AAAAAAAAAtg/pYTYEQOb9CY/s72-c/DSC_0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3155475545259792473</id><published>2009-08-25T13:57:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:57:40.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>Katie's Birthday...of this year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373970850378157314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQuBBIYDQI/AAAAAAAAAro/ansiep2gpbo/s400/DSC_0735.JPG" /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl, who approximately 1 month ago turned 25 years old. Her friends gathered from all over (3 states) to celebrate her day of birth with a weekend long celebration full of random activities, laughs and good food. And yes, her slacker of a friend (that would be me) is just now posting these pictures here on this blog. Seriously, I love my friends! Here's to you Miss Breeden...hope these pictures will bring back good memories! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQrBiUcSjI/AAAAAAAAArY/srquNXwqCJg/s1600-h/DSC_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967560752253490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQrBiUcSjI/AAAAAAAAArY/srquNXwqCJg/s400/DSC_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a great story behind this...and it starts like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Sam, you were supposed to make a left on that street!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam: Oh...oops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katie: where's that music coming from??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: [rolls down window] look, Aaliyah's Island Grill, that's new?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam: where am I going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: we should have went there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katie: let's go! I'm down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam: [taking a u-turn] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katie: Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQrBBYaQtI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Mo1hyIiFJP0/s1600-h/DSC_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967551910527698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQrBBYaQtI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Mo1hyIiFJP0/s400/DSC_0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQrA6TsrXI/AAAAAAAAArI/S031i0guZBM/s1600-h/DSC_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967550011714930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQrA6TsrXI/AAAAAAAAArI/S031i0guZBM/s400/DSC_0757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Live music...just what she wanted :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQrAVxinkI/AAAAAAAAArA/OodbJQ3__QM/s1600-h/DSC_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967540204772930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQrAVxinkI/AAAAAAAAArA/OodbJQ3__QM/s400/DSC_0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqfSObHpI/AAAAAAAAAq4/q04im-52cW4/s1600-h/DSC_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373966972316491410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqfSObHpI/AAAAAAAAAq4/q04im-52cW4/s400/DSC_0765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my reaction after trying Sam's drink. need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqez5Wy8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/q4kWQ3tO0m4/s1600-h/DSC_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373966964175064002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqez5Wy8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/q4kWQ3tO0m4/s400/DSC_0766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yep, birthday girl got hooked up with virgin deliciousness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqed9ZUII/AAAAAAAAAqo/4mmBKjKZPvo/s1600-h/DSC_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373966958286426242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqed9ZUII/AAAAAAAAAqo/4mmBKjKZPvo/s400/DSC_0771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Exploring the city...and walmart was closed...go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqd99IIwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dEOK0ZAo29k/s1600-h/DSC_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373966949695365890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqd99IIwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dEOK0ZAo29k/s400/DSC_0772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqdUFc8kI/AAAAAAAAAqY/pCLm5R9pVWI/s1600-h/DSC_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373966938455994946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQqdUFc8kI/AAAAAAAAAqY/pCLm5R9pVWI/s400/DSC_0776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Birthday morning...what to wear, what to wear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQoudqHyrI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/M5zDgHk2OUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373965034060237490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQoudqHyrI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/M5zDgHk2OUQ/s400/DSC_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam: let's blindfold her so she can't see where she's going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: umm...she doesn't know the city, she'll never know where she's going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQot_sBlYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/4XMXlxUr2jM/s1600-h/DSC_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373965026015155586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQot_sBlYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/4XMXlxUr2jM/s400/DSC_0785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQotvIzWqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-qMdlISv8HI/s1600-h/DSC_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373965021572455074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQotvIzWqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-qMdlISv8HI/s400/DSC_0786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;secretly planning...with her right there...in secret code of course ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQotLcPAII/AAAAAAAAAp4/5EDggyMeTc0/s1600-h/DSC_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373965011990282370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQotLcPAII/AAAAAAAAAp4/5EDggyMeTc0/s400/DSC_0788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lovely co-participant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQos4gFOFI/AAAAAAAAApw/VRTsLvJ_TDQ/s1600-h/DSC_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373965006906144850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQos4gFOFI/AAAAAAAAApw/VRTsLvJ_TDQ/s400/DSC_0789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; took her to the Coca-Cola factory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQn5uYC13I/AAAAAAAAApo/jcf52ZZdSmM/s1600-h/DSC_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373964128014751602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQn5uYC13I/AAAAAAAAApo/jcf52ZZdSmM/s400/DSC_0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQn5W42FcI/AAAAAAAAApg/3rkt154o5vs/s1600-h/DSC_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373964121709876674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQn5W42FcI/AAAAAAAAApg/3rkt154o5vs/s400/DSC_0794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQn4ek0pSI/AAAAAAAAApQ/j7jbTSDlzLc/s1600-h/DSC_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373964106593510690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQn4ek0pSI/AAAAAAAAApQ/j7jbTSDlzLc/s400/DSC_0802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Everyone: Katie, please don't roll into the street and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katie: ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQn33RWZwI/AAAAAAAAApI/XgWjHGRb9j4/s1600-h/DSC_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373964096042854146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQn33RWZwI/AAAAAAAAApI/XgWjHGRb9j4/s400/DSC_0815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so many inside jokes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm1j_BHTI/AAAAAAAAApA/a-D387hMy1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373962956994321714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm1j_BHTI/AAAAAAAAApA/a-D387hMy1Q/s400/DSC_0819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clearly I was the only one "ready" for the picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm1S7LGbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QGfnIBDwLUY/s1600-h/DSC_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373962952414796210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm1S7LGbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QGfnIBDwLUY/s400/DSC_0823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm0w0VMHI/AAAAAAAAAow/iyyH_mUbPsY/s1600-h/DSC_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373962943259291762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm0w0VMHI/AAAAAAAAAow/iyyH_mUbPsY/s400/DSC_0825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm0jK8hjI/AAAAAAAAAoo/OVWKl3Fmuig/s1600-h/DSC_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373962939596047922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm0jK8hjI/AAAAAAAAAoo/OVWKl3Fmuig/s400/DSC_0826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm0IUh7sI/AAAAAAAAAog/ArbdVb1XyRs/s1600-h/DSC_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373962932388490946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQm0IUh7sI/AAAAAAAAAog/ArbdVb1XyRs/s400/DSC_0830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until the next reunion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&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&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/1643399644425417944-3155475545259792473?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3155475545259792473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/08/katies-birthdayof-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3155475545259792473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3155475545259792473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/08/katies-birthdayof-this-year.html' title='Katie&apos;s Birthday...of this year...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SpQuBBIYDQI/AAAAAAAAAro/ansiep2gpbo/s72-c/DSC_0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3329756954181167077</id><published>2009-08-19T12:00:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:09:37.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>You Ask. He Answers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SowniPKQHGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GFnw04XByYI/s1600-h/need+some+coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371711924684725346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SowniPKQHGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GFnw04XByYI/s400/need+some+coffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not a fan of instant coffee.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel authentic enough.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good the brand attempts to lock-in that "freshly brewed taste", it just doesn't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, serve me an instant answer to a question I have and I'm in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard too many leaders refer to this generation as the "microwave generation"...we want EVERYTHING now! fast! instantly! at our fingertips! and while I just proved that culture-driven philosophy to be true, too many times in life, it never happens that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things take time. Requiring patience, perseverance and many other fruits of the Spirit [Galatians 5:22]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I came to a hard stop in my thinking when I read Isaiah 30:19 that says, "...as soon as He hears, He will answer you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, referring to the fact that as soon as he hears our cry, he answers. The key is that the &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; he answers doesn't always match up to our "&lt;em&gt;suggested&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;preferred&lt;/em&gt;" answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt the people of Israel would have chosen answer C : 40 years in the desert please OR Jonah would have chosen B: run away from God's calling &amp;amp; be covered in vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants those type of answers, yet &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; answers are the most beneficial. Those answers break us, only to build us up again, so our faith can be proven genuine like gold [1 Peter 1:6-8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those answers have been destined, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-planned and chosen for us by the One who's perfect and flawless. Meaning, His plans will always be better than ours, yet if we follow our own, it will never be a surprise to Him. How incredible is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself blessed to serve a God who answers instantly; and knows me well enough not to give me my preference but rather choose to give me the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge us today to pray God's will over our lives because we're too messed up to know what's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3329756954181167077?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3329756954181167077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-ask-he-answers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3329756954181167077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3329756954181167077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-ask-he-answers.html' title='You Ask. He Answers.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SowniPKQHGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GFnw04XByYI/s72-c/need+some+coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4798887774439353728</id><published>2009-07-29T11:26:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:21:15.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>on 4th of july, we EAT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBw3JmplSI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ulB7d_xNwf4/s1600-h/DSC_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363911248971404578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBw3JmplSI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ulB7d_xNwf4/s400/DSC_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what does our family do on 4th of july??? EAT. no, seriously...every holiday is a perfect excuse to plan a get together. this year was no exception. Some of our best friends, Danny &amp;amp; Connie opened the doors of their awesome house and we cooked, ate, laughed and made some great memories. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910078679427938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvzB7TK2I/AAAAAAAAAno/JRZwCG04BIY/s400/DSC_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danny &amp;amp; Connie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvy65QDeI/AAAAAAAAAng/QNudOGWzYGw/s1600-h/DSC_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910076791786978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvy65QDeI/AAAAAAAAAng/QNudOGWzYGw/s400/DSC_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all hands in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvSLEK3KI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Zs8OfUtMV7A/s1600-h/DSC_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363909514196868258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvSLEK3KI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Zs8OfUtMV7A/s400/DSC_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danny's jerk chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvRyaSokI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aJ1hiO6bUIs/s1600-h/pinchos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363909507578765890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvRyaSokI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aJ1hiO6bUIs/s400/pinchos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pinchos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvRQxML9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/WOH6PpQZkaU/s1600-h/salmon+prep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363909498548006866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvRQxML9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/WOH6PpQZkaU/s400/salmon+prep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; prep for fish tacos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvRG-lupI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aTu_o4DTYBI/s1600-h/DSC_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363909495919852178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvRG-lupI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aTu_o4DTYBI/s400/DSC_0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Danny: "let's do this tyler florence style...but better!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvRPNYn3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/1PFRRS9iWZI/s1600-h/DSC_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363909498129391474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBvRPNYn3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/1PFRRS9iWZI/s400/DSC_0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look at those faces...i love 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuItVXT5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/T20xkAvWf8k/s1600-h/DSC_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363908252085473170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuItVXT5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/T20xkAvWf8k/s400/DSC_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuIaOvO8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/gVt0BX5EmYw/s1600-h/DSC_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363908246957407170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuIaOvO8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/gVt0BX5EmYw/s400/DSC_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me &amp;amp; gracie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363908240208635554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuIBFtJqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/F2S-YCQbor0/s400/DSC_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gracie wanted me to let you know SHE took this picture ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuH36JphI/AAAAAAAAAmY/K-F_lcjznAY/s1600-h/DSC_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363908237744252434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuH36JphI/AAAAAAAAAmY/K-F_lcjznAY/s400/DSC_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuHsQa9sI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0NIxd0gyY9I/s1600-h/DSC_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363908234616436418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBuHsQa9sI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0NIxd0gyY9I/s400/DSC_0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; strawberry smoothies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtPBTZsQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MTQCkYV-G34/s1600-h/fish+taco+prep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363907261013537026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtPBTZsQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MTQCkYV-G34/s400/fish+taco+prep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fish tacos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtO62AIbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/wJx6WkiVfos/s1600-h/DSC_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363907259279614386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtO62AIbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/wJx6WkiVfos/s400/DSC_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtOm9pA2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/uKVvHHgC0-g/s1600-h/DSC_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363907253942944610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtOm9pA2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/uKVvHHgC0-g/s400/DSC_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtOB6VexI/AAAAAAAAAlw/tPYVg2SLkL4/s1600-h/DSC_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363907243996969746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtOB6VexI/AAAAAAAAAlw/tPYVg2SLkL4/s400/DSC_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JENGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtNxuoDJI/AAAAAAAAAlo/md8pYLO7Xas/s1600-h/DSC_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363907239652887698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBtNxuoDJI/AAAAAAAAAlo/md8pYLO7Xas/s400/DSC_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look at that concentration! I love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBsgQSk3CI/AAAAAAAAAlg/CaPDIm1OjCI/s1600-h/DSC_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906457582754850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBsgQSk3CI/AAAAAAAAAlg/CaPDIm1OjCI/s400/DSC_0721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, she's amazing at this game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBsgH9X72I/AAAAAAAAAlY/YZfzy0xpezs/s1600-h/DSC_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906455346343778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBsgH9X72I/AAAAAAAAAlY/YZfzy0xpezs/s400/DSC_0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gracie: "time-out! daddy check my wiggly toof!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBsf3ZxI-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VQk2JE2nrKg/s1600-h/DSC_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906450902033378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBsf3ZxI-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VQk2JE2nrKg/s400/DSC_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some were too full to smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBsfkYaESI/AAAAAAAAAlI/_pfavrLD7jM/s1600-h/DSC_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906445796053282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBsfkYaESI/AAAAAAAAAlI/_pfavrLD7jM/s400/DSC_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dessert: grilled sugar-cinnamon pineapple&lt;/span&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love your family and treasure every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4798887774439353728?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4798887774439353728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-4th-of-july-we-eat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4798887774439353728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4798887774439353728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-4th-of-july-we-eat.html' title='on 4th of july, we EAT...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBw3JmplSI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ulB7d_xNwf4/s72-c/DSC_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5759765501455035935</id><published>2009-07-29T10:51:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:18:04.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>It's a Dominican Thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBnW1DsnrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/bQzclOjjDjg/s1600-h/DSC_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363900798095630002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBnW1DsnrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/bQzclOjjDjg/s400/DSC_0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you're Dominican (I am from my mother's side) then you'll understand the glorious feeling this picture produces. OH MAN!!! I can't wait to get home and put in my dinner request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to make this. I have made this. But Mami does it so much better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a dish you can make but Mami does it better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5759765501455035935?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5759765501455035935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-dominican-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5759765501455035935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5759765501455035935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-dominican-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a Dominican Thing.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SnBnW1DsnrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/bQzclOjjDjg/s72-c/DSC_0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-9072065435786510838</id><published>2009-07-28T12:17:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:06:52.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>Katie Came to A-town...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qqQLSuzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6FSWIxP87js/s1600-h/DSC_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552586606754610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qqQLSuzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6FSWIxP87js/s400/DSC_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are friends in life that will be with you for a season and then there are friends that you'll want to keep around as long as possible because they will literally change your life. change your perspective and in the midst of all that, make you a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely Katie Breeden over at &lt;a href="http://kebree.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kebree.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; is one of the most amazing individuals I've met. She's wise beyond her years and she gets my sense of humor. She's quick to listen is obsessed with taking video so do a better job than me and think twice before actin' up...or else it might end up on youtube or FB ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a few shots of the weekend she came to visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qqB1TSmI/AAAAAAAAAko/7SFQxikwNpo/s1600-h/DSC_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552582756420194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qqB1TSmI/AAAAAAAAAko/7SFQxikwNpo/s400/DSC_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day 1 lunch: mellow mushroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qpkDlYlI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SgGpOa26ftI/s1600-h/DSC_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552574763262546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qpkDlYlI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SgGpOa26ftI/s400/DSC_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qpbLg07I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eBcKB1VjctI/s1600-h/DSC_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552572380599218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qpbLg07I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eBcKB1VjctI/s400/DSC_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she hates croutons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qF7gdtdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_1eOKp5G16w/s1600-h/DSC_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551962583119314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qF7gdtdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_1eOKp5G16w/s400/DSC_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qFgv0SwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WmowvbDC2kg/s1600-h/DSC_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551955399756546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qFgv0SwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WmowvbDC2kg/s400/DSC_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this pizza was so delicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qFHHVFgI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sulFDU179oQ/s1600-h/520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551948519052802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qFHHVFgI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sulFDU179oQ/s400/520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qE0ch2dI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XL6DIwNoaSE/s1600-h/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551943507696082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qE0ch2dI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XL6DIwNoaSE/s400/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A-town may not be ready for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qEhRxS9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/yJgblYGEzg4/s1600-h/DSC_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551938362297298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qEhRxS9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/yJgblYGEzg4/s400/DSC_0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;birthday planning..."the group can stay here? free breakfast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550940816013298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8pKdIM9_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/1bapeTOtXIQ/s400/DSC_0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's a girls weekend without shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550932929278194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8pJ_v28PI/AAAAAAAAAjY/4xg22JsS0l8/s400/DSC_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8pJa04FJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3dm0J2IQnqE/s1600-h/DSC_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550923018212498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8pJa04FJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3dm0J2IQnqE/s400/DSC_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can I cook us for dinner???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8pJF6vOgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HHcgA8YQEEo/s1600-h/DSC_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550917405653506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8pJF6vOgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HHcgA8YQEEo/s400/DSC_0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; chicken parmesan &amp;amp; baked ziti :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8oilz_MYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FcvwDRi2RjQ/s1600-h/2+donuts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550255952376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8oilz_MYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FcvwDRi2RjQ/s400/2+donuts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sunday morning breakfast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8oiIboZTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/488XucwpTek/s1600-h/DSC_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550248065590578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8oiIboZTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/488XucwpTek/s400/DSC_0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8oh9Rf2BI/AAAAAAAAAio/Qn2tjzk96Ug/s1600-h/DSC_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550245070297106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8oh9Rf2BI/AAAAAAAAAio/Qn2tjzk96Ug/s400/DSC_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8ohvxV7RI/AAAAAAAAAig/4In0TbUTKPE/s1600-h/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550241445768466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8ohvxV7RI/AAAAAAAAAig/4In0TbUTKPE/s400/DSC_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she adapts well to her surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8ohaajbeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4KtqwQSnaS8/s1600-h/DSC_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550235713039842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8ohaajbeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4KtqwQSnaS8/s400/DSC_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yep, we're friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nN-aCTWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sOMap3abbjk/s1600-h/DSC_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548802265533794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nN-aCTWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sOMap3abbjk/s400/DSC_0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; lunch after church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nNsu6fJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/uSFmOw7rNoY/s1600-h/DSC_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548797521263762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nNsu6fJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/uSFmOw7rNoY/s400/DSC_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; cherry cokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nNXmHqkI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zV9n9Hd1Zjk/s1600-h/DSC_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548791847234114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nNXmHqkI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zV9n9Hd1Zjk/s400/DSC_0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nNPGQZUI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XNihAK6YzHI/s1600-h/DSC_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548789566104898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nNPGQZUI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XNihAK6YzHI/s400/DSC_0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nM0xAxvI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_kKGHlUmMIg/s1600-h/all+this+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548782497679090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8nM0xAxvI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_kKGHlUmMIg/s400/all+this+food.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a fun weekend! T.I. will miss you Miss Katie, LOL.... [inside joke]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your friends around. cherish them. it's better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&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&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/1643399644425417944-9072065435786510838?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/9072065435786510838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/katie-came-to-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/9072065435786510838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/9072065435786510838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/katie-came-to-town.html' title='Katie Came to A-town...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sm8qqQLSuzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6FSWIxP87js/s72-c/DSC_0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-1552886526999035801</id><published>2009-07-23T09:37:00.042-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:23:01.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Deconstruct</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SmhqdZqLGbI/AAAAAAAAAho/AToUTt8Pclw/s1600-h/tools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361652409721100722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SmhqdZqLGbI/AAAAAAAAAho/AToUTt8Pclw/s400/tools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not good at construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have a grandfather that I consider to be the master at any and all things construction. Honestly, he can build/fix/assemble anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up and going to his house meant that I was recruited as his "assistant" during the most inconvenient times...i.e. the middle of a cartoon or movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nena, pásame ese hammer..." or "Nena, no! not THAT one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he seriously think I recognizedANY of those tools? let alone cared at the age of 7??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, years of watching, passing tools, and getting schooled on long and boring DIY procedures certainly paid off when I got my first apartment. I was a great handywoman! I mounted all my frames, assembled furniture, painted...and the shocking part? I actually enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rewarding to successfully build things with my hands and be proud of the final result. But sometimes we rely TOO much on our OWN handy-work and forget about our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to build for our lives?&lt;br /&gt;Fame?&lt;br /&gt;Fortune?&lt;br /&gt;Reputation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for &lt;em&gt;who's&lt;/em&gt; glory? Our own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the answer to that question is yes, then (speaking from experience) I can tell you right now, you'll fail. Maybe not right away, but you will fail. Simply because your building on the wrong motives. Your tools fall short because you fall short compared to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, let's build our lives upon the unmovable, indestructible kingdom of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope, let us wait on His never-failing promises.&lt;br /&gt;Let our strength come from His mighty power.&lt;br /&gt;Let our stability be in our eternal Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"...We take our lead from Christ, who is the source of everything we do..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eph. 4:16 (MSG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He is acquainted with all your ways. He promises good for those who love Him and although the final product may not look like what you planned, be sure that it is the absolute best for you because the One who built it is the master of EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass over your tools, and let Him take it from here. It's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-1552886526999035801?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/1552886526999035801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/deconstruct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1552886526999035801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1552886526999035801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/deconstruct.html' title='Deconstruct'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SmhqdZqLGbI/AAAAAAAAAho/AToUTt8Pclw/s72-c/tools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4870793319229618266</id><published>2009-07-15T15:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:59:32.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sometimes we view waiting as something tormenting, or&lt;br /&gt;devastating but when you look at it, God has you waiting because HE is&lt;br /&gt;customizing your blessing to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blow&lt;/span&gt; your mind when it comes to&lt;br /&gt;pass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-someone I went to college with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4870793319229618266?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4870793319229618266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4870793319229618266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4870793319229618266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-131108296703395546</id><published>2009-06-26T10:14:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:28:52.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>The REAL Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SkTX2vNAsfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ITMVkIt5RqQ/s1600-h/MJ+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351639592606937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SkTX2vNAsfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ITMVkIt5RqQ/s400/MJ+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was at work when the first news of MJ's cardiac arrest was released.&lt;br /&gt;One of my coworkers sent me the link from TMZ (which is why I didn't believe at first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in traffic when the official, confirmed news of his death was released.&lt;br /&gt;@cnnbrk on twitter told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweets, FB status' flooded the web with everyone's RIP's, condolences &amp;amp; shocked/sad faces to the Jackson family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Jackson family will be overwhelmed with His peace and love that surpasses understanding. May they feel loved ones support close but HIM closer. Because celebrity status/pop royalty or not, a loss hurts. And even if they play his hits non-stop for a month in every corner deli, in every club, in every decked out car driving down main street...MJ is gone and one day so will we. So let's cherish the life that we live. Let's honor and actually tell those we love that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until tomorrow because you might not have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put down your cell phone, close your laptop, and go call or text your husband, wife, mom, dad, sister, brother, grandparents, best friend, cousin, neighbor, secret crush and tell them what can't wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP MJ and thanks for providing us with all those hits that we'll forever remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were YOU when you heard the news of MJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-131108296703395546?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/131108296703395546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-hits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/131108296703395546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/131108296703395546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-hits.html' title='The REAL Hits'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SkTX2vNAsfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ITMVkIt5RqQ/s72-c/MJ+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8274341933162935522</id><published>2009-06-22T11:39:00.109-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:32:37.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Paint Outside the Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350205743944905810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sj-_xwsXNFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4pQgBSJ8L5E/s400/paintbrush+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Go back to your elementary school days.&lt;br /&gt;Art class.&lt;br /&gt;A white sheet of paper in front of you with a black outlined 'house'.&lt;br /&gt;A cup full of paint brushes.&lt;br /&gt;Mini-cans of every color in the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your art teacher explains the simple rule: "paint freely as long as you stay in the lines"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(translation: don't get paint all over the table, yourself, and definitely DON'T paint your neighbor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's until...you get a sudden surge of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;! you're fascinated by the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;colors&lt;/span&gt;! They smear, spill, blend, drip from the brush in your tightly gripped hand creating NEW colors you don't even see in the mini-cans! You get excited, so you keep painting! The bold and non-symmetrical strikes across the paper (and the table) scream &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;creativity&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until...your art teacher loops around your table and snags a look at your masterpiece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOURS looks nothing like the paper of the smarty-pants class pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S is the one with:&lt;br /&gt;1 perfectly painted purple house.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 trees are green.&lt;br /&gt;The 1 sun is yellow.&lt;br /&gt;The green grass.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 flowers red.&lt;br /&gt;The sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOURS is complete with well...&lt;br /&gt;A blob that maybe &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be a house?&lt;br /&gt;Orange trees in sky.&lt;br /&gt;A blue sun.&lt;br /&gt;Purple grass, or is that a purple tidal wave?&lt;br /&gt;Brown squares aka flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, you really can't say its anything in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your art teacher slides your masterpiece to the side, bends down, and in the softest, supportive, most disturbing voice you ever heard says "no no no! you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to stay in the lines. don't mix the colors. paint the REAL picture this time" as another white sheet of paper is conveniently placed in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar?? To me it doesn't. Because to be honest, I was that smarty-pants kid that painted as neat as possible in all the "right" colors. But I wish I hadn't been. I wish I had more drawings with blue suns and purple grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/dennisrouse"&gt;Pastor D&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://victoryatl.com/"&gt;Victory World Church &lt;/a&gt;a message on serving an unlimited God. How he longs for us to trust Him enough to remove all the limits in our lives and dare to live a life that is fueled by faith and driven by the creative and soulful purpose He's created for us to walk in. To encourage one another to live limit-less rather than holding each other down with negativity and narrow-minded attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said this, I had a flashback of my art experiences as a child. What has influenced me enough to cause my masterpiece to be pushed to the side? Who or what has forced my brush to stay in the lines? Reality is, sometimes it has been me. And the truth? God is not a cookie-cutter God. Every relationship He has and every work He is completing with every individual on this planet is unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof? In Isaiah 55:8 (MSG) God says to you and I, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I don't think the way you think. The way you work isn't the way I work" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet even though we claim that scripture to be true, our lives don't reflect it. We are content with the bare minimum. We kick up our feet in our comfort zones; allowing thoughts of insecurities and doubt to move in with us and before we know it, we've built a home of complacency in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;Because it requires zero commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't get hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't get disappointed or let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality WE ARE hurting ourselves. To take it a step further, we are cheating ourselves out of the life we were truly meant to live. One filled of creativity, excitement, adventure, growth and unspeakable joy. Yes, this type of living is not always colorful and easy. there will be a share of brown flowers and black skies, but didn't HE promise HE would never leave us or forsake us? (Hebrews 13:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time we start not only believing but declaring and stepping out to accomplish the impossible in our lives! Not just dream big but collect enough faith to wake up and do it! He is more than able to equip. provide and lead. In fact He even said it, &lt;blockquote&gt;"I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been&lt;br /&gt;doing. He will do even greater things than these" John 14:12&lt;/blockquote&gt;I want to paint outside the lines and so should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-8274341933162935522?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8274341933162935522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/paint-outside-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8274341933162935522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8274341933162935522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/paint-outside-lines.html' title='Paint Outside the Lines'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sj-_xwsXNFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4pQgBSJ8L5E/s72-c/paintbrush+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3860460001479828972</id><published>2009-06-15T11:02:00.032-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:02:40.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casa Villamil'/><title type='text'>Forever 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SjZir5ktKZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kXtb-IgQ8HI/s1600-h/lori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347570113877715346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SjZir5ktKZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kXtb-IgQ8HI/s400/lori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;2. She's reminds me of 'una croquetica'&lt;br /&gt;3. She's a HS graduate.&lt;br /&gt;4. She's trading the sunshine state for Cali, for Cali ;)&lt;br /&gt;5. She's super smart.&lt;br /&gt;6. She's the funniest girl I know.&lt;br /&gt;7. She's my foodie soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;8. She hates eggs unless their buried in cheese.&lt;br /&gt;9. She can't survive without lipgloss.&lt;br /&gt;10. She texts me even if we're in the same house and even when we're not.&lt;br /&gt;11. She can live off jeans, flats and cami's for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;12. She's allergic to Dove products (TMI?? oh well, lol...)&lt;br /&gt;13. She makes up songs with me AND sings them...hahaha, "little girl with 2 red pigtails" ;)&lt;br /&gt;14. She may not be good at showing/expressing emotions but she'll surprise you with having the softest heart.&lt;br /&gt;15. She's my partner in chocolate, #1 Kit Kat, #2 Twix.&lt;br /&gt;16. She makes fun of the Food Network with me yet we spend hours watching it...we're kinda obsessed with barefoot contessa and her men-obsessed entertaining lifetsyle ;)&lt;br /&gt;17. She's one of the few people I can have full conversation with just by looking at eachother.&lt;br /&gt;18. She keeps secrets. 4 words: burger king drive thru ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! You make being a big sister easy because your a rockstar in more ways than 18!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!! Now stop growing up, I want you to stay little forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3860460001479828972?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3860460001479828972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3860460001479828972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3860460001479828972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-18.html' title='Forever 18'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SjZir5ktKZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kXtb-IgQ8HI/s72-c/lori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7869427865470293235</id><published>2009-06-04T10:20:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:51:57.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Yet I Will...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SifaC0eoVrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/oPkAY6jJEwM/s1600-h/dry+twig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343479224880092850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SifaC0eoVrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/oPkAY6jJEwM/s400/dry+twig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though it's over...&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's gone...&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;Even though it doesn't make sense...&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's nothing left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a hard stop. That word alone is not so attractive, but when it follows that list above, it's infused with hope and screams, "WAIT!!! it's not all lost!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That word is the alternative.&lt;br /&gt;That word sees beyond the present and into a promising future.&lt;br /&gt;That word carries more weight than the English language every intended for it to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?? Because one day someone dared to believe there was more to it than just a list of 'even though's'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when we're spent, HE is just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How powerful would it be if we said a prayer like the one Habakkuk prayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on&lt;br /&gt;the vines;   even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie&lt;br /&gt;empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle&lt;br /&gt;barns are empty, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; I will rejoice in the Lord! I&lt;br /&gt;will be joyful in the God of my salvation! The Sovereign Lord is my&lt;br /&gt;strength! He makes me as surefooted as a deer, able to tread upon the&lt;br /&gt;heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk 3:17-19 (NLT)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray and believe that today. It's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7869427865470293235?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7869427865470293235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/yet-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7869427865470293235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7869427865470293235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/yet-i-will.html' title='Yet I Will...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SifaC0eoVrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/oPkAY6jJEwM/s72-c/dry+twig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8363712852884631665</id><published>2009-06-03T10:33:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:11:57.011-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Only on Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SiaLA-19W2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/WV1jw32GxXU/s1600-h/crazy+love+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343110856907250530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SiaLA-19W2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/WV1jw32GxXU/s400/crazy+love+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started a new book last night. "Crazy Love" by Francis Chan. I had been dying to get this book and the other day, as I strolled through Kroger (supermarket) finding excuses to use my almost expired coupons for random items like tortillas and dish deteregent...I found it! Last copy!! On sale for $10!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://kebree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie &lt;/a&gt;and I have decided to tag team on reading this but her copy hasn't arrived yet so I'm cheating and starting early and then I'll just rush her to catch up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it's incredible (sidenote: I've been using the word 'incredible' way too much lately) and have only read the preface and chapter 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't fill this post with quotes I love already because I'll spoil it. Go and pick up your own copy! If the rumors are true, then this book will change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Chapter 2 for lunch today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-8363712852884631665?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8363712852884631665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-on-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8363712852884631665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8363712852884631665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-on-chapter-1.html' title='Only on Chapter 1'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SiaLA-19W2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/WV1jw32GxXU/s72-c/crazy+love+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3478030786983977523</id><published>2009-06-02T10:12:00.052-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:53:11.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Hope for the Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SiU7DlbGtMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jgme6OC4cf4/s1600-h/hope+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342741465716405442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SiU7DlbGtMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jgme6OC4cf4/s400/hope+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are words that exist in the English language that confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;There are words that I still use...even though they confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;And then there are words that I define using past experiences, stories, movies, or anything that will give me a clue as to what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE is one of those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our society has taken upon the task of defining HOPE for us...&lt;br /&gt;Obama posters plastered our streets proclaiming hope.&lt;br /&gt;AIDS campaign slogans declaring "Every life deserves hope"&lt;br /&gt;Articles, blogs, facebook groups post messages on hope in the name of various causes...&lt;br /&gt;But if you think about it, the definition of hope is almost always attached to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;how you think.&lt;br /&gt;how you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painted as situational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In defining HOPE, the Bible is no exception. Romans 4 reflects on one of the most amazing examples of faith and hope using the experiences of Abraham. Although he's categorized mainly for his faith, this man kept hope alive in the face of adversity in ways I can't even begin to imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was told by God that he would be a "Father of many nations". He was actually given that name before he ever literally became a Father! That promise wasn't given to him because he was a saint but rather he dared to believe God in the face of the impossible. Let's be real, he was old. Sarah  was old. Her womb was expired. His circumstance looked HOPEless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT God had other plans. When he first spoke that promise to Abraham he was setting him up. Setting him up for greatness. Providing him with the opportunity to put his faith muscle to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Romans 4:18 says, "In hope he believed against hope".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSG version says it like this:&lt;br /&gt;"When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn't do but on what God said he would do. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belive HOPE is defined when you live your life in spite of what looks hopeless. It's not an easy task. It requires a change of heart. A change of perspective. A different mindset.  An attitude like the one Abraham had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 4:20-21&lt;br /&gt;"No distrust made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, fully convinced that God was able to do what he had promised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SiU62fS1hnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZQM_ECKj3ns/s1600-h/hope+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pray God will infuse my life, and yours, with this kind of HOPE. The kind that convinces you the promise will come on the days when you're not having it.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because HOPE means the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3478030786983977523?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3478030786983977523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope-for-hopeless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3478030786983977523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3478030786983977523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope-for-hopeless.html' title='Hope for the Hopeless'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SiU7DlbGtMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jgme6OC4cf4/s72-c/hope+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8615585678306312</id><published>2009-05-27T23:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:59:34.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casa Villamil'/><title type='text'>Not So Little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J5yQhNNI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BYnDZ7H5ZoA/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340717096456238290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J5yQhNNI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BYnDZ7H5ZoA/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; little sister graduates high school...how did that happen?? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J59DINMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wVHSYYWz-So/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340717099352863938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J59DINMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wVHSYYWz-So/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mami is beyond proud, can't you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J5WQvZ6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/vPg51an3F_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340717088940976034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J5WQvZ6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/vPg51an3F_Y/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 of 3 girls. his last high school graduation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J5PD299I/AAAAAAAAAgA/-xKXCzQKD9Q/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340717087007897554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J5PD299I/AAAAAAAAAgA/-xKXCzQKD9Q/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations chiquita!!! You made it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&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/1643399644425417944-8615585678306312?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8615585678306312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8615585678306312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8615585678306312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-little.html' title='Not So Little...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sh4J5yQhNNI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BYnDZ7H5ZoA/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3953980099712461378</id><published>2009-05-19T21:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:36:15.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>Cuevas Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337709245972327682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNaR2B_rQI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DUOigMA7wa4/s400/DSC_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Enjoy some shots of my dear friends, the Cuevas Family. Ariel &amp;amp; Berta's kids are gorgeous! Not to mention a fun family to be around! I love them and also love photographing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNaR3lSskI/AAAAAAAAAfw/TJcA6OpIqbA/s1600-h/DSC_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337709246388810306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNaR3lSskI/AAAAAAAAAfw/TJcA6OpIqbA/s400/DSC_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were looking for an eagle's nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNaRlxaibI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UIGr32dRHKI/s1600-h/DSC_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337709241607817650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNaRlxaibI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UIGr32dRHKI/s400/DSC_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gracie &amp;amp; Mommy Cuevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZvnLJqII/AAAAAAAAAfg/Pces9-cbqIs/s1600-h/DSC_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337708657868646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZvnLJqII/AAAAAAAAAfg/Pces9-cbqIs/s400/DSC_1390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch &amp;amp; movie in the car ride to the beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZvNeJjRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/C-n70w5SdPQ/s1600-h/DSC_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337708650969009426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZvNeJjRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/C-n70w5SdPQ/s400/DSC_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy Cuevas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZu-K-HvI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/A7i2g4UhP8Y/s1600-h/DSC_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337708646862036722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZu-K-HvI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/A7i2g4UhP8Y/s400/DSC_1382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the lovely Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZuY7CZZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xhl5Ocu91l0/s1600-h/DSC_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337708636863096210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZuY7CZZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xhl5Ocu91l0/s400/DSC_1358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the oldest Janelle, so beautiful &amp;amp; photogenic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZuFyBydI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2wbw7N4JTt4/s1600-h/DSC_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337708631725033938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNZuFyBydI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2wbw7N4JTt4/s400/DSC_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNY8VF4t2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/sTbhaU8xT2A/s1600-h/DSC_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337707776841398114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNY8VF4t2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/sTbhaU8xT2A/s400/DSC_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picking ice-cream flavors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNY8Nd0nvI/AAAAAAAAAew/Q4Jsk6cp4N0/s1600-h/DSC_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337707774794309362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNY8Nd0nvI/AAAAAAAAAew/Q4Jsk6cp4N0/s400/DSC_1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNY8ItihUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-LGCmIDBmZs/s1600-h/DSC_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337707773518054722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNY8ItihUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-LGCmIDBmZs/s400/DSC_1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan, so handsome. so smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNY77nDHbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-pvSZRQXsFg/s1600-h/DSC_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337707770001169842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNY77nDHbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-pvSZRQXsFg/s400/DSC_1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what ice-cream to eat at coldstone's?? the blue one of course ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love you guys!! Can't wait to see you all again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3953980099712461378?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3953980099712461378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuevas-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3953980099712461378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3953980099712461378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuevas-family.html' title='Cuevas Family'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ShNaR2B_rQI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DUOigMA7wa4/s72-c/DSC_1379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8969586170200260477</id><published>2009-05-14T19:55:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:40:39.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casa Villamil'/><title type='text'>No Place like HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy1zSMqIzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qnCSlN63vHE/s1600-h/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335839551190082354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy1zSMqIzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qnCSlN63vHE/s400/DSC_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This post is long overdue. From the last time I was home...Easter weekend. The pictures speak for themselves. There really is no place like home. Looking forward to next weekend...when I'll be back again for my little sister's high school graduation. Can't believe the baby is off to college! Ahhh...until I fully embrace that reality, enjoy some of my favorite shots from my weekend there... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. those flowers are in my parents backyard! I love Florida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy0jR0dltI/AAAAAAAAAeI/eCqREnTHbew/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335838176699061970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy0jR0dltI/AAAAAAAAAeI/eCqREnTHbew/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know you're home when Abuela is making alcapurrias to welcome you back...ahhh, my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy0jINL3CI/AAAAAAAAAeA/H5lqnBh-ZC0/s1600-h/DSC_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335838174118403106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy0jINL3CI/AAAAAAAAAeA/H5lqnBh-ZC0/s400/DSC_1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our saturday mornings look like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy0i27waNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Z8J1HqtAa3Q/s1600-h/DSC_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335838169481898194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy0i27waNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Z8J1HqtAa3Q/s400/DSC_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like father. Like Daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy0itKL5cI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7FQoDzAHUEQ/s1600-h/DSC_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335838166858065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy0itKL5cI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7FQoDzAHUEQ/s400/DSC_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mom is a diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836288600336770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgyy1YGpaYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/C9X6TSE77CQ/s400/DSC_1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously??? my little sister is gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgyy1AuxjzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/m0P1NJu5gO0/s1600-h/DSC_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836282326191922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgyy1AuxjzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/m0P1NJu5gO0/s400/DSC_1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got to babysit this cutie pie that saturday. She's a diva too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgyy08tjSRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/b9JE3qOan7c/s1600-h/DSC_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836281247320338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgyy08tjSRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/b9JE3qOan7c/s400/DSC_1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what we do when I babysit: wear sunglasses inside, watch Dora and take pictures :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836273961931602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgyy0hklE1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ul9FzwBb0kA/s400/DSC_1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she loves the camera...after every picture, "lemme see! lemme see!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgyyz6o7t2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/DFojhXmWJRg/s1600-h/DSC_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836263511209826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgyyz6o7t2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/DFojhXmWJRg/s400/DSC_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After 3 girls of his own, my dad's not so rusty huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyCahWgLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ztJ7UuM9XNg/s1600-h/DSC_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335835413075886258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyCahWgLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ztJ7UuM9XNg/s400/DSC_1429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every meal should end with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyCU0XXbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/62ZyiiXHvzQ/s1600-h/DSC_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335835411545021874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyCU0XXbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/62ZyiiXHvzQ/s400/DSC_1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my lovebird parents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyCFBwPWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/T3Hs7Lc0ez8/s1600-h/DSC_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335835407306210658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyCFBwPWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/T3Hs7Lc0ez8/s400/DSC_1424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where I get it from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyB_sYuaI/AAAAAAAAAco/V8HFiCFkEgM/s1600-h/DSC_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335835405874411938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyB_sYuaI/AAAAAAAAAco/V8HFiCFkEgM/s400/DSC_1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out that fancy, antique beauty my Abuelo had tucked away! Yep, already told him to make sure it's included in his will under my name one day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyBwwi0xI/AAAAAAAAAcg/O7_rtvoZSho/s1600-h/DSC_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335835401865319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgyyBwwi0xI/AAAAAAAAAcg/O7_rtvoZSho/s400/DSC_1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A night at coldstone's with friends is the BEST way to end a night. Check out Ariel &amp;amp; his baby girl...I mean really, they are the SAME person! Wish I could have brought her back with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JV&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/1643399644425417944-8969586170200260477?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8969586170200260477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8969586170200260477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8969586170200260477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-place-like-home.html' title='No Place like HOME'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgy1zSMqIzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qnCSlN63vHE/s72-c/DSC_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5264881240529850434</id><published>2009-05-12T12:14:00.033-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:59:41.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Planning 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgmgi4MxRDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Wo0_5wP-g0s/s1600-h/keys+of+virtue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334971754659005490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgmgi4MxRDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Wo0_5wP-g0s/s400/keys+of+virtue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being 'in the middle' is a strange place to be.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Having no idea what door to walk through yet struggling to find a key to use is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then comes the smack of truth found in Matthew 5:3 (MSG) where it says, "With less of you there is more of God and his rule. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal interpretation/application for that today, right now, in this very moment is this: "stay out of it and let HIM work; because clearly what YOU'VE been doing is NOT working"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost count of the number of times God has given me the opportunity to prove my wholehearted trust in Him and I've failed; by trying to 'work it out myself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that this plan will be different than the last.&lt;br /&gt;Convinced I've discovered the winning solution.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for different results.&lt;br /&gt;But getting angry/frustrated/anxious because as it unfolds, it's failing, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse was His way of telling me 'I told you so'.&lt;br /&gt;This verse is a reminder that when we fully depend on Him and surrender our plans...that is when we are truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In writing this, I'm accepting that this is not a pleasant process. But it is promising. He will never fail because His ways, His plans, and His thoughts are perfect. Unlike mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5264881240529850434?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5264881240529850434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/planning-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5264881240529850434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5264881240529850434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/planning-101.html' title='Planning 101'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgmgi4MxRDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Wo0_5wP-g0s/s72-c/keys+of+virtue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7779587290839052194</id><published>2009-05-11T10:29:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:40:36.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trading Oranges for Peaches'/><title type='text'>20 ears of corn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgg47ikZynI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/puEPQ8tEoOE/s1600-h/corn+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334576354163280498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgg47ikZynI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/puEPQ8tEoOE/s400/corn+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me, you also know I'm obsessed with publix. I consider it a &lt;em&gt;healthy&lt;/em&gt; obsession. Grocery shopping is not a chore for me. It's a form of relaxation. Now, before you judge me realize that this "obsession" has scored me major points in the family &amp;amp; friends-gathering dept., the boyfriend dept., and every other dept. involving food ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this past Saturday I decided to explore a new publix. Here in GA, it's always an adventure and this Miami girl has had fun discovering the intricacies of the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular publix had set up a corn station in their produce dept., with benches, trash cans and tables of corn. So you could peel, chat and take home 8 ears of corn for $2!! I was pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down and started selecting the "prettiest" ears of corn...when suddenly conversation randomly struck with a sweet little old lady, I'm assuming in her late 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we peeled and made small talk, she confessed she wanted 20 ears of corn to make this corn muffin casserole for her family. 20!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confession: after I mentally threw up as she described the recipe, I felt bad. At looking at her slow, wrinkled, shaky hands, it seemed that she had arthritis (which later in the convo she confirmed she did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not about to be an accomplice in watching this poor woman peel her hands off for corn!&lt;br /&gt;so... I peeled them for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really?? Only in GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgg47ZUnzqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Tb-lWbfC9CI/s1600-h/corn+1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334576351681171106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgg47ZUnzqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Tb-lWbfC9CI/s400/corn+1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any funny/interesting/weird publix stories you wanna share??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7779587290839052194?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7779587290839052194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-ears-of-corn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7779587290839052194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7779587290839052194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-ears-of-corn.html' title='20 ears of corn'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sgg47ikZynI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/puEPQ8tEoOE/s72-c/corn+2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2219469037269001277</id><published>2009-05-08T11:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:15:59.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>The Rumors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgRPWtp0v6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Yziw0N-xdD4/s1600-h/Israel_houghton_The_Power_of_One.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333475110344245154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgRPWtp0v6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Yziw0N-xdD4/s400/Israel_houghton_The_Power_of_One.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...are true!!!!! Israel Houghton's new album &lt;a href="http://www.newbreedmusic.com/"&gt;"Power of One"&lt;/a&gt; is the jam!! Song diversity like you will not believe, arrangements, lyrics...I'm really feelin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... STOP reading this. Open itunes and download it! Because my attempt at a review/promo won't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What albums are invading YOUR ipod these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2219469037269001277?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2219469037269001277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/rumors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2219469037269001277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2219469037269001277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/rumors.html' title='The Rumors...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgRPWtp0v6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Yziw0N-xdD4/s72-c/Israel_houghton_The_Power_of_One.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6161002953537680068</id><published>2009-05-07T10:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:35:25.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Dream like New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgLxbfgYR1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/eIUTi8-BXeM/s1600-h/subway+NY_andy+in+nyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333090363376158546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgLxbfgYR1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/eIUTi8-BXeM/s400/subway+NY_andy+in+nyc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Don't you love it when you discover a new artist? I feel like I've been missing out big time with this one. &lt;a href="http://www.tyronewells.com/"&gt;Tyrone Well's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;music is incredible! Very indie/rock-feel/acoustic...well you get the point, a nice mix. perfect for my work playlist. Check him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that was my shameless plug to my new find. The real point of this post is to share with you all what's been weighing heavy on my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so...Dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's all I can think about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pursuing a passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not being afraid of failure but rather running boldly with faith towards your dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Making drastic changes that no one gets but you and God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sacrificing it all to gain that "something more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I may be in way over my head and this STILL may not make sense but I am beyond ready to run after "something more". To feel alive with all I do. I don't know what that looks like exactly but I know that what I have now is not it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The lyrics from Tyrone Wells &lt;a href="http://www.lyricstime.com/tyrone-wells-dream-like-new-york-lyrics.html"&gt;"Dream like New York"&lt;/a&gt; struck me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right now my dreams look unreachable. I get frustrated with the distance between what I am currently doing and what I desire to do. But, if I don't keep my dreams alive then will I ever be living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pray God will breathe life into my dreams and to yours too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6161002953537680068?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6161002953537680068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-like-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6161002953537680068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6161002953537680068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-like-new-york.html' title='Dream like New York'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SgLxbfgYR1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/eIUTi8-BXeM/s72-c/subway+NY_andy+in+nyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2454895326606038794</id><published>2009-04-29T13:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:06:30.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>Florida in 48 hrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SfiH0MFR1GI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_mzLCk3Azxs/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330159489659294818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SfiH0MFR1GI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_mzLCk3Azxs/s400/Copy+of+DSC_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In 48 hrs I will be back in the Sunshine State!!! Why? To go see one of my best friend's Ileana graduate with her B.S. in Broadcast and wish her to conquer the world/make fabulous movies, videos, whatever creative craziness pops into her ADD head ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND of course, to be reunited with some of the BEST people I know..my friends. Already there is too much planned, not enough time but hey, that's what weekend trips are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll come back with some blogging inspiration. Until then, the countdown continues...back to the grind at work. Wishing it was 5:30 on a Thursday afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your weekend plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2454895326606038794?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2454895326606038794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/florida-in-48-hrs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2454895326606038794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2454895326606038794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/florida-in-48-hrs.html' title='Florida in 48 hrs'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SfiH0MFR1GI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_mzLCk3Azxs/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5795853113081675543</id><published>2009-04-17T09:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:30:31.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"He calls us to &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; so completely that we are unafraid to put ourselves in situations where we will be in trouble if He doesn't come through." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-francis chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5795853113081675543?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5795853113081675543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5795853113081675543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5795853113081675543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3279567916567345560</id><published>2009-04-15T11:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:31:11.681-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SeYCMFbfFDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/6AUCVuqaVE0/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324946016051336242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SeYCMFbfFDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/6AUCVuqaVE0/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been so long that I feel like a stranger on my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who actually read this space, I'm way behind on posting. I won't try and justify my lack of writing, I just haven't felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you the truth, I probably won't for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to gather my thoughts, my emotions, my next steps. Because right now I feel like I'm stuck in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this post doesn't make any sense then sorry...the picture, title, everything sounded much better in my head. All that to say, keep me in your prayers as I try to get out of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3279567916567345560?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3279567916567345560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/stranger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3279567916567345560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3279567916567345560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SeYCMFbfFDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/6AUCVuqaVE0/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-7637312799472314382</id><published>2009-04-02T22:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:21:04.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therealPRlife'/><title type='text'>candy that makes you poop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdV27Md7mUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1BodUuG4WlM/s1600-h/DSC_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320289294139234626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdV27Md7mUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1BodUuG4WlM/s400/DSC_1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so as part of my job, I helped staff a conference with pediatric nurses as the target audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite giveaway?? Fiber gummies that keep you "regular" hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-7637312799472314382?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/7637312799472314382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/candy-that-makes-you-poop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7637312799472314382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/7637312799472314382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/candy-that-makes-you-poop.html' title='candy that makes you poop...'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdV27Md7mUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1BodUuG4WlM/s72-c/DSC_1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6127890419109066128</id><published>2009-04-01T17:11:00.031-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:06:28.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trading Oranges for Peaches'/><title type='text'>Coco Loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdPY4CkhO9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/UG9bGcK1dWU/s1600-h/coco+loco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319834042129005522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdPY4CkhO9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/UG9bGcK1dWU/s400/coco+loco.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confession: I'm a &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/foodie"&gt;foodie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I could have any job right now without having to go through college all over again or any extensive training... I would be employed by the Food Network. travel the world, eat, cook, and write about it for their magazine...my own column maybe? That's my #1 choice, #2 is to be a doctor but that's only because &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/house/"&gt;House &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index?pn=index"&gt;Grey's Anatomy &lt;/a&gt;have become my new show obsessions...but that's not realistic and clearly not the point of this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today my office decided to order from Coco Loco's.&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta's "#1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuban&lt;/span&gt; spot for the last 20 years" is what they claim...very bold huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, NOT TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, this is my disclaimer/attempt at being nice with this review:&lt;/strong&gt; I've been spoiled rotten with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuban&lt;/span&gt; food having lived in Miami for so long, so of course I was skeptical and unfortunately...Coco Loco's did not do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;White rice was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amogollado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, meaning sticky. I mean that's a classic, if you're white rice is not on point...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nevermind, &lt;/span&gt;I won't go there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black beans: too watery and a little fatty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pan con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bistec&lt;/span&gt;: greasy, steak was tough, no mayo??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;..white rice+black beans should = 1 side. I mean, who eats that separately??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yucca Fries: a.k.a. fried drift wood. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't go on, but I will say that although the food wasn't spectacular, the service was great! They were really good at labeling each order to minimize confusion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So a sincere THANKS to the Coco Loco staff! don't take this personal. it's not your fault you're located in a primarily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt;-food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hotspot&lt;/span&gt; of a city where the majority of your guests will never know the difference. unless they're transfers from Miami :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's your favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cuban&lt;/span&gt; spot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6127890419109066128?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6127890419109066128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/coco-loco-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6127890419109066128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6127890419109066128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/04/coco-loco-experience.html' title='Coco Loco'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdPY4CkhO9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/UG9bGcK1dWU/s72-c/coco+loco.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-355984164808582197</id><published>2009-03-30T15:43:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:07:58.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authenticity'/><title type='text'>Land of the Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdFr4XFXuPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Tvlm7W4Wc3Q/s1600-h/turquoise+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319151250914654450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdFr4XFXuPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Tvlm7W4Wc3Q/s320/turquoise+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; confident of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will see the goodness of the LORD in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;land of the living&lt;/span&gt;. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;psalm 27:13-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could end this post right here because that verse up there does a better job at communicating how I feel but I received a hard reminder when I woke up this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fighting for your dream can be painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pursuing what you know is right will most definitely crash into what is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your faith will be stretched thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your peace threatened with your own insecurities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came another reminder that is too often contradicted by my actions...I can't do this on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need HIS wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need HIS grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need HIS words to replace mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live my life hoping to stumble into His plan. I want every step I take to be in His plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget His promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't let my anxiety rob my patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't lose my confidence in Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because although the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;land of the living&lt;/span&gt; can be a frustrating, painful, crazy place...the good news? His goodness is on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Welcome to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;land of the living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-355984164808582197?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/355984164808582197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/land-of-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/355984164808582197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/355984164808582197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/land-of-living.html' title='Land of the Living'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SdFr4XFXuPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Tvlm7W4Wc3Q/s72-c/turquoise+leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-1993294391495042430</id><published>2009-03-27T17:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:41:48.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Schmap Finalist!! pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sc1F2bOCkQI/AAAAAAAAAag/hWh_BDR0GTI/s1600-h/schmap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317983536316322050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sc1F2bOCkQI/AAAAAAAAAag/hWh_BDR0GTI/s400/schmap.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you remember when I told you &lt;a href="http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/schmap-finalist.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? Well...schmap.com chose my photo for their 7th edition Miami Guide!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you visit the link...(&lt;a href="http://www.schmap.com/miami/restaurants_caribbean/p=27741/i=27741_1.jpg"&gt;http://www.schmap.com/miami/restaurants_caribbean/p=27741/i=27741_1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will take you to a list of restaurants and my photo is posted under Latin American Cafeteria. The default photo is NOT mine. BUT, if you click the next arrow, you'll find my picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Schmap.com! If you're interested they have an iphone app too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be breezy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-1993294391495042430?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/1993294391495042430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/schmap-finalist-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1993294391495042430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/1993294391495042430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/schmap-finalist-pt-2.html' title='Schmap Finalist!! pt. 2'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sc1F2bOCkQI/AAAAAAAAAag/hWh_BDR0GTI/s72-c/schmap.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-8263956133018167974</id><published>2009-03-24T11:27:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:04:07.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>The Dream Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/schicchi-indipendentemente/1214572525/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316778368441742306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Scj9wbBzc-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/PMsanOAFXVI/s400/flickr+majordomo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**Majordomo Photography &lt;em&gt;- The Dream Machine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there was such thing as a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream machine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A machine where you could insert all the wonders that swirl around in your mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A machine that would fabricate the creativity that's hidden in your heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A machine that would instantly illustrate your passion; leading you to unimaginable results...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post-graduate life will lead you to questions like these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself questioning the purpose behind all I do lately and all I am not doing. Did I miss a step along the way? Should I really be content with where I am right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am reminded of this truth: faith keeps me chasing. Chasing for the unseen. Chasing for an opportunity to take a different route. Chasing for the one thing that wakes me before my alarm does on Monday mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because dreaming is much more than the final product. All the stuff that happens in between is necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The failed attempts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears shed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasant surprises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero shortcuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This process builds the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dreamer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although the idea of instant happiness is tempting...thanks but no thanks. I refuse to live my days sitting inside a dream machine in hopes of a miraculous output.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I actually want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt; my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in or are you out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-8263956133018167974?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/8263956133018167974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-machine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8263956133018167974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/8263956133018167974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-machine.html' title='The Dream Machine'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Scj9wbBzc-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/PMsanOAFXVI/s72-c/flickr+majordomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-410838514424338367</id><published>2009-03-19T22:42:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:12:50.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Unbalanced Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScMC4NxJz0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/v35H1h0jNYw/s1600-h/veggie+diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315095150019071810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScMC4NxJz0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/v35H1h0jNYw/s400/veggie+diet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my friends from college posted a video on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; that messed me up more than I have been lately for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks about the struggle that exist in prioritizing time with God. How way too often we are conscious of the need we have to draw near but do the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He compared it to maintaining a "healthy" diet. Going on to say that once you've been consistently disciplined you feel entitled to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why not?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I deserve it" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll just burn it off tonight at the gym" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's just 1 cookie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet what we fail to realize is that in trusting TOO much in your "balanced diet" you can actually be off balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture smacks us around a little bit in 1 Cor. 10:12 when it says, If you think you are standing strong, be careful not to fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we wait until we've reached the extreme to make a change? Why is it that once we do change, we ask ourselves, &lt;em&gt;"how did I live without this?"&lt;/em&gt;  Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it does. Just when you think you're in shape you take a second look at the scale and realize your still fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's true?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we will strive to be more intentional in our relationships with our Maker; rather than occasional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, cheaters never win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts? How do YOU balance your diet? Share your secrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-410838514424338367?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/410838514424338367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/unbalanced-diet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/410838514424338367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/410838514424338367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/unbalanced-diet.html' title='Unbalanced Diet'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScMC4NxJz0I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/v35H1h0jNYw/s72-c/veggie+diet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6979854768880143919</id><published>2009-03-18T22:16:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:09:50.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Lasagna + Country Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtfvVL0fI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xo0L9Kbam_M/s1600-h/DSC_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314719796066767346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtfvVL0fI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xo0L9Kbam_M/s400/DSC_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not impressed with this season's American Idol. So as I listened to the idols' attempt at "adding personal, creative touch" to Grand Ole Opry hits...I made a lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtd2u1k-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jpUctv8N9_M/s1600-h/DSC_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314719763693671394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtd2u1k-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jpUctv8N9_M/s400/DSC_0990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtc7ZAH8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4-wGa7reG8E/s1600-h/DSC_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314719747764395970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtc7ZAH8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4-wGa7reG8E/s400/DSC_1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtcwcq67I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MWMlvTVjFEE/s1600-h/DSC_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314719744826993586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtcwcq67I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MWMlvTVjFEE/s400/DSC_1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been lazy about sharing my recipes so I'll say this: the key to good lasagna is seasoning/marinating the meat. I like to use turkey ground meat because it makes me feel healthy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasagna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 lb. ground meat (I used turkey meat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adobo (of course, what else would I use?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 pckt. sazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fresh basil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drizzle of olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 cloves fresh garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2 yellow onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mozzarella cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parmesan cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boil pasta in salted water with a drizzle of olive oil to avoid sticking of pasta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown the meat in pan until fully cooked. Stir in a little of your pasta sauce of choice, I like the Tomato &amp;amp; Basil kind (usually publix brand) and I add fresh tomatoes to make it look/taste like homemade sauce. Then, add in the ricotta cheese. It helps assemble the lasagna without having to layer 1 by 1. Although sometimes I don't combine because I like to see the layered colors of the filling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When your ready to assemble: start with coating the baking dish with a thin layer of pasta sauce. Then add a few shakes of parmesan cheese. Line the pasta, followed by a layer of meat, sauce, ricotta cheese, mozzarella cheese and more parmesan. Keep layering depending on how big you're making the lasagna. (2-3 layers is usually enough) Top the lasagna with lots of mozzarella cheese, parmesan cheese and fresh basil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bake at 375 degrees until all the cheese on top is melted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun making this dish and swapping the meat out for veggies or any other layered version you feel like making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6979854768880143919?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6979854768880143919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/lasagna-country-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6979854768880143919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6979854768880143919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/lasagna-country-music.html' title='Lasagna + Country Music'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/ScGtfvVL0fI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xo0L9Kbam_M/s72-c/DSC_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2401355428452217140</id><published>2009-03-17T22:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:22:58.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Ugly Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb8L3dP5I6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/t0mDI_ItmgQ/s1600-h/DSC_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313979132692472738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb8L3dP5I6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/t0mDI_ItmgQ/s400/DSC_0970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I volunteered to make some kind of St. Patrick's Day dessert for my job's mid-day celebration. I &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to make shamrock-shaped brownies but ended up making these instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb8L3ABHGII/AAAAAAAAAZY/81D0x2mwzSs/s1600-h/DSC_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313979124845844610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb8L3ABHGII/AAAAAAAAAZY/81D0x2mwzSs/s400/DSC_0957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By far these are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ugliest&lt;/span&gt; cupcakes I ever made. BUT they are Deeeeelicious! Chocolate fudge with cream cheese frosting topped with freshly grated mexican chocolate :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb8L22j1M4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cVspmYGilwI/s1600-h/DSC_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313979122307117954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb8L22j1M4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cVspmYGilwI/s400/DSC_0953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm obviously not &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/ace-of-cakes/index.html"&gt;Ace of Cakes &lt;/a&gt;material. But at least they taste good, right?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2401355428452217140?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2401355428452217140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugly-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2401355428452217140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2401355428452217140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugly-cupcakes.html' title='Ugly Cupcakes'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb8L3dP5I6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/t0mDI_ItmgQ/s72-c/DSC_0970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2984388648598718485</id><published>2009-03-16T16:10:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:47:51.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Wear Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb6yOFZ9YJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/HJZWNzqJWZg/s1600-h/love+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313880565382733970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb6yOFZ9YJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/HJZWNzqJWZg/s400/love+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo taken from &lt;a href="http://blog.ministrygrowers.com/"&gt;The Plow Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a scripture during my lunch break that challenged me in ways that I'll probably need to digest over the next couple of days. It's the hard-hit of conviction that rattles your soul and leaves you with no other choice but to listen and act. Or at least cause you to blog about it in hopes to make sense of it all ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me just state the obvious: loving is not easy. Love is all what 1 Cor. 13 says it is but when you add uncertainties, fears, doubt, frustration, anger, pride, bitterness, etc. into the mix...you have life. Living a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life of love&lt;/span&gt; is a sacrificial and ongoing process that too often times I fail at doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, it's a commandant to &lt;em&gt;love my enemies&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, we love &lt;em&gt;because Christ loved us first.&lt;/em&gt; But what happens when you go through life forgetting to &lt;em&gt;truly love? &lt;/em&gt;You simply forget. Like you left your cell at home or you forgot to turn the light off or unplug your hair iron...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may do it all the time, it could even be a part of your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;daily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;routine but in that one instance you just forgot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe you were rushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe you were late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe you just didn'tcare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Either way, you forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Could it be that we rush through life so much that we forget to love? Could it be that we forget that living a life of love is something we need to treat like we treat getting dressed? You wear clothes because you need it. But we also need love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colossians 3:12 (MSG) says it like this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wear love&lt;/span&gt;. It's your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is absolutely necessary in all we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's eating dinner with your family, smiling when the people in the elevator let the door shut without you, texting your best friend, holding your tongue when your boss pushes up your deadline, buying the homeless man an egg &amp;amp; cheese biscuit, choosing to laugh instead of argue with your spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend...it requires &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even when it hurts, even when you've tried it a million times before, even when it makes no sense to do so, even when you don't feel like it. wear love anyway. God picked it out for a reason. Otherwise, you're just naked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2984388648598718485?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2984388648598718485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/wear-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2984388648598718485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2984388648598718485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/wear-love.html' title='Wear Love.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb6yOFZ9YJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/HJZWNzqJWZg/s72-c/love+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4883337829937470653</id><published>2009-03-16T00:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:49:45.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a Girl Thing'/><title type='text'>Crankiness + Rain = Pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3ayVzy_fI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9v-v8WAqAi8/s1600-h/DSC_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643693749763570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3ayVzy_fI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9v-v8WAqAi8/s400/DSC_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was friday night. I was tired. I was cranky. I was cramping. It was raining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3ax8oM5XI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AFGzhEUEKKQ/s1600-h/DSC_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643686990243186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3ax8oM5XI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AFGzhEUEKKQ/s400/DSC_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I ordered pizza. And felt zero ounces of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4883337829937470653?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4883337829937470653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/crankiness-rain-pizza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4883337829937470653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4883337829937470653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/crankiness-rain-pizza.html' title='Crankiness + Rain = Pizza'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3ayVzy_fI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9v-v8WAqAi8/s72-c/DSC_0920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-6106279485396116601</id><published>2009-03-16T00:36:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:45:01.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Synergy'/><title type='text'>Synergy Pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3kZTAgwmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3BbOGSpkZ5I/s1600-h/DSC_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313654258617336418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3kZTAgwmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3BbOGSpkZ5I/s400/DSC_0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Synergy is here!! I go to &lt;a href="http://victoryatl.com/"&gt;Victory World Church &lt;/a&gt;and under the visionary leadership of our first lady, and her amazing team who orchestrated all the details... &lt;a href="http://victoryatl.com/p/12148/Default.aspx"&gt;Synergy&lt;/a&gt;, a 9-month mentorship program kicked off with our first event this past Saturday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3Z6wHyluI/AAAAAAAAAYg/62LqycSZ8h0/s1600-h/DSC_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642738740270818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3Z6wHyluI/AAAAAAAAAYg/62LqycSZ8h0/s400/DSC_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The set-up was fabulous! It was a brunch/meet &amp;amp; greet where we met our mentors for the first time and other mentees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3Z6iTyjiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VTJHXghuVIw/s1600-h/DSC_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642735032503842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3Z6iTyjiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VTJHXghuVIw/s400/DSC_0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting at our tables were tons of welcome gifts. Underneath that coffee mug is a journal. the gift that won me over ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3YqLcQNyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cr6ttEqX6EY/s1600-h/DSC_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313641354504451874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3YqLcQNyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cr6ttEqX6EY/s400/DSC_0921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The foodie in me couldn't resist taking pictures of the delicious brunch. My favorite was the mini-parfait corner. I thought about Anthony because he's the one that got me into eating parfaits ;) It was a nice touch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3YpwJiCoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/py1Bm-OrBOA/s1600-h/DSC_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313641347178171010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3YpwJiCoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/py1Bm-OrBOA/s400/DSC_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3Yo5rDC2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/rRX1fG0RxD4/s1600-h/DSC_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313641332554795874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3Yo5rDC2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/rRX1fG0RxD4/s400/DSC_0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mentor (right) and fellow mentee (left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3YoyPDhaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/v5DxpFOiVvc/s1600-h/DSC_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313641330558338466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3YoyPDhaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/v5DxpFOiVvc/s400/DSC_0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great group of ladies! It was so fun to talk and discover how so many different women from unique walks of life could come together and have so much in common!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3YoPBvMbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-fgVBRiwybU/s1600-h/DSC_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313641321107239346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3YoPBvMbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-fgVBRiwybU/s400/DSC_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a little apprehensive about how this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; will unfold but I pray I can just enjoy the ride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and if you like what you saw in the little I was able to capture with my camera then go and give props to the wonder woman writing at &lt;a href="http://vernerverbiage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Verner Verbiage&lt;/a&gt;, she played a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; role in making it all happen. Fantastic job Brandy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you been a mentor or mentee before? I'm a newbie so more to come on this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-6106279485396116601?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/6106279485396116601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/synergy-pt1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6106279485396116601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/6106279485396116601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/synergy-pt1.html' title='Synergy Pt.1'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sb3kZTAgwmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3BbOGSpkZ5I/s72-c/DSC_0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-930098364114648333</id><published>2009-03-12T21:02:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:21:35.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends Keep Me Sane'/><title type='text'>Roomate for 1 Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473671406170610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyqE7HsfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9hCdfaGyItk/s400/DSC_0874.JPG" /&gt;Yesterday my dear friend Kara-Leigh came to visit!! Her and I went to college together and she's almost done. Get this, she came to visit on an overnight layover to ATL because she's going to be in Jerusalem for 5 weeks as part of a study-abroad/experience program!! How exciting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sbmyp_UF4UI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ePcaKtr0YE0/s1600-h/DSC_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473669900296514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sbmyp_UF4UI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ePcaKtr0YE0/s400/DSC_0875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To welcome her to A-town we had a little homemade mexican feast ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sbmypgd2XXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bcUiGkCBpV0/s1600-h/DSC_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473661619723634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sbmypgd2XXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bcUiGkCBpV0/s400/DSC_0876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corn tacos with ground beef, homemade guacamole and delicious veggie toppings. I also made my tropical punch...I'll post that recipe soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmypVZtzxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/203ur6JF0Jw/s1600-h/DSC_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473658649595666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmypVZtzxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/203ur6JF0Jw/s400/DSC_0877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmypC8iqmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Izkk2SsuEmg/s1600-h/DSC_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473653695392354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmypC8iqmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Izkk2SsuEmg/s400/DSC_0878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyFCMOH2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/-2avA31lTUM/s1600-h/DSC_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473035017428834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyFCMOH2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/-2avA31lTUM/s400/DSC_0882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyEwmEKII/AAAAAAAAAW4/3uhndiPebuw/s1600-h/DSC_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we ate, we needed some recovery time on the couch to watch American Idol and catch up on some much needed girl talk :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyEmZJQRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5uVIlGYJx34/s1600-h/DSC_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473027555442962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyEmZJQRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5uVIlGYJx34/s400/DSC_0885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early the next morning, I got ready for work. KL got ready for a 12-hr flight to Jerusalem. But how could I let her leave the US without a proper going-away breakfast??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyEA9Jl8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/ptxZW-EAcus/s1600-h/DSC_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473017505912770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyEA9Jl8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/ptxZW-EAcus/s400/DSC_0886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyD335PyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/soHnBFWUwaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473015067950882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyD335PyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/soHnBFWUwaQ/s400/DSC_0887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful drive into the airport this morning! The sun was rising and of course I couldn't help but snap some pictures. Don't worry, I made sure to take them at the red lights ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sbmxaj7tKEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JSws3TmczVw/s1600-h/DSC_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312472305340590146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/Sbmxaj7tKEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JSws3TmczVw/s400/DSC_0888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmxacQOZfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cK5rF2c7ZcI/s1600-h/DSC_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312472303279171058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmxacQOZfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cK5rF2c7ZcI/s400/DSC_0892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you tell she was enjoying her chicken biscuit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmxaMPw2AI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lJItY0GNVBo/s1600-h/DSC_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312472298982266882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmxaMPw2AI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lJItY0GNVBo/s400/DSC_0894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmxaLzjvaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mK8MtrCWwSs/s1600-h/DSC_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312472298863967650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmxaLzjvaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mK8MtrCWwSs/s400/DSC_0895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God is all over the adventure to the Holy Land He's allowed her to go on, I just pray it will be more than what she ever imagined! I'm proud of you KL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&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/1643399644425417944-930098364114648333?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/930098364114648333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/roomate-for-1-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/930098364114648333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/930098364114648333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/roomate-for-1-night.html' title='Roomate for 1 Night'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbmyqE7HsfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9hCdfaGyItk/s72-c/DSC_0874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-4489422512378702199</id><published>2009-03-10T10:07:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:40:14.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Schmap Finalist!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jmvilla/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311561966475069826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbZ1d3Y4yYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/AZFJEtQGH4A/s400/latin+american+grill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to work this morning, checked my flickr account and found an email from Emily J. Williams, Managing Editor at Schmap Guides, telling me that my photo (above) was short-listed (basically a finalist) to be published in their upcoming 7th edition of Schmap Guides. So, come April, if my picture is chosen then it will be posted next to the geo-location for Latin American Grill in Miami, FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbZ1dmhvCPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1R19Bc6XgaI/s1600-h/schmap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311561961948776690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbZ1dmhvCPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1R19Bc6XgaI/s400/schmap.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to be honest, I never heard of &lt;a href="http://www.schmap.com/"&gt;Schmap &lt;/a&gt;until today; but I did google it to research and confirm whether this was legit or a scam. But it's real! Schmap is basically a revamped mapquest with reviews, photos, links. You can even link your geo location from your iphone, computer, etc.. and send to your friends through text, twitter, anything really... It's pretty cool! I just might try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...really, I'm surprised! They found me through &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jmvilla/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; so to all my photog-lovin' friends, if you don't update your flickr account...you should!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get $$$ for them using my picture, but I do get full name credit &amp;amp; exposure...good enough for now! Just hope they choose mine to get published!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Schmap users out there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-4489422512378702199?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/4489422512378702199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/schmap-finalist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4489422512378702199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/4489422512378702199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/schmap-finalist.html' title='Schmap Finalist!!'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbZ1d3Y4yYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/AZFJEtQGH4A/s72-c/latin+american+grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-2892853631035397068</id><published>2009-03-09T22:50:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:13:58.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a Girl Thing'/><title type='text'>Shoes, Nuff' said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbXV6KWj-6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/GMdst3daVrQ/s1600-h/DSC_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311386530741484450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbXV6KWj-6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/GMdst3daVrQ/s400/DSC_0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, we had such a fun weekend at the outlets! We laughed, shopped, had smoothies, cheesecake and I bought these fly boots ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought anything you love recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-2892853631035397068?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/2892853631035397068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes-nuff-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2892853631035397068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/2892853631035397068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes-nuff-said.html' title='Shoes, Nuff&apos; said.'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbXV6KWj-6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/GMdst3daVrQ/s72-c/DSC_0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-5117636018920548971</id><published>2009-03-06T11:55:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:25:31.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith Bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Better than Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbF2HSX795I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FBH5b41QTpw/s1600-h/isa+25.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310155303209924498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbF2HSX795I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FBH5b41QTpw/s400/isa+25.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; to follow a plan you created.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; to follow a plan that someone created for you, that you know and really like.&lt;br /&gt;But it's &lt;em&gt;difficult&lt;/em&gt; to follow a plan that someone created for you, you don't know much about and quite frankly, you don't really like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've struggled with this 'planning process' for awhile now until something really clicked after I read the verse above. Isaiah 25:1 says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"O Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name, for in perfect faithfulness you have done marvelous things, things planned long ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What struck me the most in this passage is the tone of surrender that seeps through every word. It is one of acknowledgment; that regardless of any circumstance, God is faithful enough to fulfill the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;marvelous things he's planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...things planned long ago" NOT just a quick fix in response to a selfishly-driven decision we make...or moving to plan B, due to an unexpected left turn. Every move, every word, every action has been considered. Nothing we do or even don't do is a surprise. Which is why we don't need to know every microscopic detail of His plan. because it's not ours. So why act like we do? Why stress as if our worry will somehow shift a plan that has been established since "long ago" Besides, won't you much rather trust in a plan that was designed by someone who has never failed? His track record is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it in that light, there's no way I can resist praising and thanking Him for that plan! Because like Jeremiah goes on to say...those plans are to "...prosper...to give hope and a future..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention they are perfect! Isn't that what every planner desires? I know the planner in me leaps at the thought of a flawless plan yet MY track record shows the opposite. I wonder how can HE call this plan perfect? Doesn't HE see how I feel? How unsatisfied I am with the status of HIS plan? And Isaiah 25:1 gave me the answer. Yes, He sees. which is exactly why I should just surrender and praise. Because HE sees and I don't. I don't get it because it's not my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that although I may not know the entire plan, or even understand the plan...I don't have to. Because in HIS "...perfect faithfulness" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one day it will all make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Have you thanked Him for the plan lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-5117636018920548971?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/5117636018920548971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5117636018920548971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/5117636018920548971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-ago.html' title='Better than Yours'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbF2HSX795I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FBH5b41QTpw/s72-c/isa+25.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3614957196669976994</id><published>2009-03-05T16:16:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:50:21.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mid-Day Distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='260' height='280'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://i.tbs.com/v5cache/TBS/TBS04/flash/static/tbs_player.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='id=131876' /&gt; &lt;embed src='http://i.tbs.com/v5cache/TBS/TBS04/flash/static/tbs_player.swf' FlashVars='id=131876'type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='260' height='280'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't follow me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/home"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; then you aren't informed of my new show obsession...Tyler Perry's &lt;a href="http://www.tbs.com/shows/houseofpayne/"&gt;House of Payne&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, part of my mid-day distraction today at work was spent trying to find a clip of the most HILARIOUS scene of an episode that had me dying of laughter last night and still has me laughing at the thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't checked it out, then you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's YOUR show obsession right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643399644425417944-3614957196669976994?l=madefaithfull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/feeds/3614957196669976994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/kitchen-closed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3614957196669976994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643399644425417944/posts/default/3614957196669976994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madefaithfull.blogspot.com/2009/03/kitchen-closed.html' title='Mid-Day Distraction'/><author><name>JV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821703961216597679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ze_0D0d_lM/TwyjfzQKvyI/AAAAAAAABG0/DE25INj7ORU/s220/coffee%2Bjen.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643399644425417944.post-3394780825756642329</id><published>2009-03-05T11:42:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:46:06.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casa Villamil'/><title type='text'>"You're going to look like that crazy girl from Finding Nemo!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbAClV3WRnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tPc3Y7eCHy8/s1600-h/darla+close+up.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309746801217521266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1rBv2eUwRM/SbAClV3WRnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tPc3Y7eCHy8/s400/darla+close+up.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little sister Lauren got braces today!! She might kill me for exposing this "embarassing moment" to the blog world but I am happy for her! She sent me a picture of her grill after they put them on and man, she is CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad took off work to take her so I called this morning before the appointment to talk. I could not stop laughing! Seriously, my sister is one of the funniest people I know! In the car, of course like any typical phone conversation in my family, I'm talking to her but hear my Dad having side conversations in the background, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs. pauses. because this is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lauren: Jen, do you know what Papi just said to me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: what?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: He said that when they put on my braces, I'm going to look like that crazy girl from Finding Nemo?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Darcy?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: umm...no, Darla&lt;br /&gt;Papi [laughing hysterically]: Either her or Betty la Fea!&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: What?? I look NOTHING like them!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahahahaha!!! that's messed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 hrs later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in no pain and texted me to say her and my Dad are going to Chipotle because the orthodontist said she could still have rice &amp;amp; beans. I'm a little jealous. I still can't talk about my painful experience with braces. 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