<?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-2822106039481737006</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:19:53.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The potholed streets of life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167006806075160782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dvQJlTPNMnI/R6532hAxHbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Oujkcd3PaZ4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2822106039481737006.post-2447905275727280471</id><published>2011-08-19T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:13:34.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Michelle said I should...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how long it's been since I last posted an entry here.  And honestly?  I haven't thought about it since.  But tonight I was updating my facebook info and..."Oh, yeah...I have a blog.  Huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What surprised me the most, though, was that I had a comment that I never knew existed.  So, Michelle...this is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you sum up 3 years in a post that won't take 86 hours to read?  Well, if you know me at all, then you've already guessed my answer: with a list, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, here are my top 3 lessons learned in the past 3 years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Right here, right now...this is my ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a song once.  The chorus ended with the words, "I'm waiting here, patiently, for the time to come when you will use me, Lord."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like for the past decade or so I've been in limbo, thinking there would come a time when I would be used in some HUGE way...then my ministry would begin.  Maybe I would go to Africa and devote my life to the orphans.  Maybe Shane and Shane would need a third "S" to complete the group and teach me how to strum faster than the speed of light.  Maybe I would marry a pastor and spend my days supporting him while mentoring young women and leading the children's ministry (no, really).  For far too long, I felt like I was idly spending my time just...waiting.  But this is it.  I am exactly right where I need to be...where I'm SUPPOSED to be.  I have an amazing job where I get to show kids on a daily basis that they matter.  My family, my friends, my church...this crazy wonderful camp I happened upon this summer...could it get any better than this?  This is my ministry.  Right here, right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am beautiful.  I am worthy.  I am loved.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love imagining some of your faces right now.  Shock...bewilderment.  Some of you know just how big of a deal this really is.  Yep, it's true: I have learned to see myself through His eyes.  Not that I don't have my days when I think, "Wow, I really should have stayed in bed today," but the good days are slowly beginning to outnumber the bad.  And that, my friends, is victory in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Cancer doesn't have to always just take life...it might just give it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today, the count is at Cancer: 2  Us: 1.  How I wish the numbers were different.  How I wish I could take back the pain and sickness and awful, awful days that were spent for us to have that score of 1.  But in the end, I have learned.  I have learned that life is precious.  I have learned that life is meant to be LIVED.  I have learned that every day is one more than we deserve...a gift.  I have learned that He is faithful.  Always.  Even when the results make your eyes sting, your throat burn, and your heart drop to your stomach.  I have seen Him use the loss of life to teach others to live.  And I know that a life lost on Earth is a life lived fully.  With Him.  In Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years.  Whew.  Can't wait to see what the next 3 hold. :)&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/2822106039481737006-2447905275727280471?l=splendiddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2447905275727280471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2822106039481737006&amp;postID=2447905275727280471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default/2447905275727280471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default/2447905275727280471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-michelle-said-i-should.html' title='Because Michelle said I should...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167006806075160782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dvQJlTPNMnI/R6532hAxHbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Oujkcd3PaZ4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2822106039481737006.post-8466285826958185716</id><published>2008-10-03T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:45:17.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Step is Admitting You Have a Problem...</title><content type='html'>I recently met with my new financial accountability person for the first time. As we were going over my budget together I informed her that I would be needing to set aside money each month to buy new books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I buy a lot of books and I want to be prepared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "Well, do you have enough books to last you the next month?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I had to be completely honest..."I do believe I have enough books to last me the next &lt;em&gt;year&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.  My name is Sara and I am addicted to buying books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this wise woman gave me some advice: "You should make a list of things to do that don't cost any money, but give you the same exhilarating feeling buying books brings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Meeting a friend at a comfortable place for some good conversation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Turning off all of the lights, lighting all of my candles, and listening to some favorite LP's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Taking Bailey to the park.&lt;/p&gt;4. Taking a warm bath while sipping sparkling white grape juice from a wine glass. (It makes me feel fancy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spending quality time with Eli, Chloe, and Eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2822106039481737006-8466285826958185716?l=splendiddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8466285826958185716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2822106039481737006&amp;postID=8466285826958185716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default/8466285826958185716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default/8466285826958185716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-step-is-admitting-you-have.html' title='The First Step is Admitting You Have a Problem...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167006806075160782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dvQJlTPNMnI/R6532hAxHbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Oujkcd3PaZ4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2822106039481737006.post-5198691671095025566</id><published>2008-10-03T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:35:30.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>I forgot I had this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2822106039481737006-5198691671095025566?l=splendiddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5198691671095025566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2822106039481737006&amp;postID=5198691671095025566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default/5198691671095025566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default/5198691671095025566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167006806075160782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dvQJlTPNMnI/R6532hAxHbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Oujkcd3PaZ4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2822106039481737006.post-1693997934312107342</id><published>2008-08-24T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:49:39.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back...</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...it's been awhile. And the last time I posted was to tell you that my dog had died. And although I cared about Tippy and will always remember the 14 years we spent together, I wanted to introduce everyone to the newest addition to my family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAILEY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238201162252536498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvQJlTPNMnI/SLHUNDIZyrI/AAAAAAAAACw/ujwk6gstMlE/s400/random+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is her "before" picture. She had surgery the day before she came home with me so I couldn't get her groomed for 2 weeks while her stitches healed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now for the new and improved Bailey:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238667416317607090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvQJlTPNMnI/SLN8Qm4GPLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UXCOhE1tEs4/s400/random+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't she beautiful? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2822106039481737006-1693997934312107342?l=splendiddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1693997934312107342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2822106039481737006&amp;postID=1693997934312107342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default/1693997934312107342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2822106039481737006/posts/default/1693997934312107342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splendiddawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167006806075160782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dvQJlTPNMnI/R6532hAxHbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Oujkcd3PaZ4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvQJlTPNMnI/SLHUNDIZyrI/AAAAAAAAACw/ujwk6gstMlE/s72-c/random+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
