tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47650439449729641732024-03-20T20:10:30.487-07:00Defining JoyAmanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-23482879873932858992010-08-25T20:55:00.000-07:002010-08-25T20:56:26.156-07:00All to Him.<div style="text-align: center;">So I'm pretty sure I posted this video before, it's called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0jbBlcWzyk">Honeymoon with Jesus.</a>. <---right there---</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways. I watch that video a lot cause I have it saved in my favorites bar so that I remember it. :) That video really means a lot though. Seriously<b>, think<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> about it.</span></b></div><i><b><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><i><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Is Jesus enough?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> He is enough.</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Am I satisfied with Him? </b>He is <i>ALL</i> I need.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Could I live on Him alone? </b>I can live on Him alone.<b> </b></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">After reading that you're thinking..."ummm, whoa. conceited in relationship with God much?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nope, not at all. Cause here's the catch.</div><br />
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</span></b></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Is Jesus enough?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> He is enough. <u><i>But I don't give Him full control.</i></u> </span></span></b></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><b>Am I satisfied with Him? </b>He is ALL I need. <i><u>But I don't let Him be everything.</u></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><b>Could I live on Him alone? </b>I can live on Him alone. <i><u>I can, but I don't give Him the chance.</u></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><u><br />
</u></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I wrote those questions, then I was just looking at them thinking of the answers, and the catches...and I just realized when I was just writing the catches. The problem, with every single one is my pride, and laziness, and timidness to trust Him. It's all faith. If we give Him that control, EVERYTHING, that chance to take over. HE WILL. Cause He wants to be Lord of our lives. God CAN take care of me. He WILL take care of me.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> HE LOVES ME.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now that I went off on a tangent that had nothing to with what I was originally going to post...let's get to where I was going.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">My title. Sold out.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Tonight in our youth lesson our youth pastor was talking about giving all to God.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Being God's. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Living for Him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Having that relationship.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Being sold out.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Living out God's plan.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">There's a song that we sing at a children's program I teach and it goes like this...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>"Oh I used to sit and wonder, </i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>as I gaze up at the sky.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i> If my life would have a purpose. </i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>or if it would just go by. </i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>Though I still have many questions, </i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>I don't worry anymore.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>I see something that I've never seen before.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>God has a plan for me. </i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>Yes, I've begun to see.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>...(can't remember this part)...</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>I'll put my trust in Him. </i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>The One who set me free.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>Yes I know God has a plan.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>PUT MY FUTURE IN HIS HANDS.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>Yes I know God has a plan. </i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>A plan for me.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I love that song so much. Specially that last part. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Put my future in His hands. Cause I know God has a plan. A plan for ME.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Imagine hundreds of kids singing that. Yeah, it's beautiful.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">But even though it's a kid's song, it gets to me. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">It's perfect for the way I'm feeling.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">GOD HAS A PLAN.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">PURSUE IT.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">BE SOLD OUT FOR HIM.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">What's stopping us?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Seriously. What can we lose for God?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Would we really have to give up that much?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Not really. He just wants us to love Him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Serve Him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Live for Him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">After all, He gave us everything. Can't we give Him a teensy weensy bit?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Is Jesus Enough?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Can we give Him our future?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Can we live for Him?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Will we live for Him?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Will we love Him?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Will we serve Him?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-24464707908795105962010-08-14T09:37:00.000-07:002010-08-14T09:37:55.755-07:00Sweet Summertime. :)<div style="text-align: center;">Whoaa buddy. I've been such a bad blogger this summer.</div>Ohh well. Summer's been pretty swell. :)<br />
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1. I went to a freakin awesome basketball camp with my basketball buddy, Chloe. :)<br />
2. I fractured my leg from an epic ultimate frisbee dive (resulting in some epic road rash.) combined with basketball camp and keeping on going. I thought, "oh yeah, I've pulled a muscle or something. Let's not be a wimp and stop playing" so I kept on going...for a month. and got a nice stress fracture and had to quit running, basketball, <i>everything </i>for two months.<br />
3. Went vacationing with the family in Branson, Missouri a week later.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> a. we met American Idol stars. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVuCjiA48WGVgk1fzVTcq1u8qf3YO8SWsMm5wZb6FcN2pQoujkagH_SHLkIiiBWOQEI3vaZGcIPU6e7FnZxVhZz6hFSGwvSfP12E9iCVyLILPyPHZvT_WDtXhac6dsHpsLc01j1EmLtNk/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVuCjiA48WGVgk1fzVTcq1u8qf3YO8SWsMm5wZb6FcN2pQoujkagH_SHLkIiiBWOQEI3vaZGcIPU6e7FnZxVhZz6hFSGwvSfP12E9iCVyLILPyPHZvT_WDtXhac6dsHpsLc01j1EmLtNk/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> b. Had frog races.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQp2a7-60D5R7czmdfjwsqS18u66GWojLVKFmRhO8zd4mr_0WIz5plBJtjw3wFK-zLt4EmiUSLiZHor8HSgc0pfquXkAOG4Hpgh1n7Lhjln6OSJckcT_7WRHRE_bx4W_m3Glo3cCe7lLf/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQp2a7-60D5R7czmdfjwsqS18u66GWojLVKFmRhO8zd4mr_0WIz5plBJtjw3wFK-zLt4EmiUSLiZHor8HSgc0pfquXkAOG4Hpgh1n7Lhjln6OSJckcT_7WRHRE_bx4W_m3Glo3cCe7lLf/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> c. Watched some comedy shows. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> d. Visited the sister friend, and bummed around Branson Landing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div> e. Bought some TOMS finally. :)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Went to church camp with my spectacular youth group... :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-79797233745719460852010-07-14T20:26:00.000-07:002010-07-14T20:28:58.264-07:00H.e.r.o.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;">he·ro</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"><i>n.</i> <i>pl.</i> <b>he·roes</b></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;">A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Three people became heroes July 5th.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Three heroes acted that day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Three heroes cared.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Three heroes acted.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Three heroes saved a life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">A man died that day. he died a hero. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">My sister said, " I guess heaven needed another hero."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.kltv.com/Global/story.asp?S=12762940#">http://www.kltv.com/Global/story.asp?S=12762940#</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mr Richard was a second father to my two older sisters and I.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His daughter, like a sister. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His family like my family.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We called him R Diddy. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We all had insider jokes. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We were all tight like that. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mr Richard was a man to be respected.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Small in stature. But a giant in spirit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">He was a spiritual giant. He loved.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He cared.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That day, he took action.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He gave his life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.wfaa.com/news/local/Pastor-Sunday-prayers-sent-Good-Samaritan-to-drowning-site-97903984.html">http://www.wfaa.com/news/local/Pastor-Sunday-prayers-sent-Good-Samaritan-to-drowning-site-97903984.html</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There's "R Diddy" One of the greatest men I've ever known. </div></span>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-5213582216534528872010-06-28T18:19:00.001-07:002010-06-28T18:19:13.299-07:00{Risk}<div style="text-align: center;">.Bold.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.Courage.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.Strength.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.Impact. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>.Risk.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of the most beautiful words, to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Why? God keeps pushing me to the limit. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He keeps showing me, "Hey you, I have a bigger plan for you."</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I'm trying to listen. So I can be bold in what He wants me to say.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I can have courage to step out on a limb.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I can have the strength to carry His word.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I can make the impact in just one person's life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll have to risk all to do all this. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But if I risk. I'll lose nothing. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll need to give Him everything. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I know He won't let me fail.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stole this quote from my sister's blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="line-height: 14.65pt; margin-bottom: 7.35pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 22.0pt;"><b><span style="color: #111111; font-size: 13.5pt;">To Risk</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.<br />
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.<br />
To reach out is to risk involvement,<br />
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.<br />
To place your ideas and<br />
dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.<br />
To love is to risk not being loved in return,<br />
To live is to risk dying,<br />
To hope is to risk despair,<br />
To try is to risk failure.<br />
<b><u>But risks must be taken because<br />
the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.</u></b><br />
The person who risks nothing, does nothing,<br />
has nothing, is nothing.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 18.85pt;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">– William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 18.85pt;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Beautiful. It sure is. I read that and it inspired me incredibly much.</span></div><div style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 18.85pt;"><span style="color: #111111; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Then I found this verse on a friends facebook the other day. This verse. My oh my, it inspired me even more.</span></div><div style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 18.85pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div class="MsoNormal">Will YOU be one of "These that have turned the world upside down.."—Acts 17:6?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Will I be one of them?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Will I change the world?</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wanna turn it upside down.</div><div class="MsoNormal">But to do that, I need to <b><i>risk</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I'll need to give up everything.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Let it all go.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Then God will do His perfect work.</span></b></div></span>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-33451732087581972932010-06-25T07:36:00.000-07:002010-06-25T07:36:59.274-07:00{Summertime}<div style="text-align: center;">Ohh my, it's summertime already again. :) This excites me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Summertime means: picnics, swimming, tans, snowcones...yeahh, I love summer. :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's my favorite time ever. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Plus, country summers are even better.</div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I bought some new running shoes. :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsCKbyoAp5pY0AX3kiPvdBvaiEw8MKu8l5zMObolf1lVZBacV1mvihn1j3jkdwNT3_GXu2rumm1dRBNSnPwgaZIIf38433XkSbAK3Fmvx7wImIrbLLPvjn5yGBGDnDSn34FctufQqhLVu/s1600/1105660-p-MULTIVIEW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsCKbyoAp5pY0AX3kiPvdBvaiEw8MKu8l5zMObolf1lVZBacV1mvihn1j3jkdwNT3_GXu2rumm1dRBNSnPwgaZIIf38433XkSbAK3Fmvx7wImIrbLLPvjn5yGBGDnDSn34FctufQqhLVu/s320/1105660-p-MULTIVIEW.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I love them so much. So much, that I want to go running all the time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've already showed them off on facebook. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'd like the whole world to be aware of my new shoes. ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">:)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ahhh, excuse my ramblings, I'm just out of things to blog these days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sooo, guess that means I'm done here for today...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-23152235215885433202010-06-11T08:17:00.000-07:002010-06-11T08:17:37.843-07:00Ohhhh myy myy myyy. I haven't blogged in foreverrr...quite obviously...there's reason. At least for the last two weeks...I was in Dallas visiting my sister, and didn't really have much computer access at all... and before that...I'm as lame as a blonde joke in the excuse department...<br />
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Anyways...I need something interesting to say...do I not? Oh yes I do...<br />
So I've told everybody and their pet birdie, that I'm going to basketball camp next week. And I'm just a little more than excited. Ok. I'm super excited. I can't wait. It's gonna be so hardcore. Let's hope I don't die of suicides. Oh my, that's the only thing I really dread...<br />
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On another basketballin' note. Celtics tied up the series by winning game four last night. So the Celtics and Lakers are tied in the NBA playoffs finals... Oh yeah. You could probably care less. So I usually don't talk to people about it, but that excites me too. :) Ohh yeahh. Cause all along, from the very beginning...I've been cheering those Celtics like no one's business. So yeahh buddy. Thanks for listening to my basketball ramblings...I'll go on to things you think bigger and better...<br />
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Hmmmm, so our family is <i>finally </i>going on vacation again. :) excitement much. We're going to some countrified water park hotel in Missouri. With lots and lots of entertainment. Oh yeah. haha. We're even going to a country comedy show. Ha! It's gonna be good.<br />
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So Whit showed me this hilarious video on youtube. It cracks me up..it's call <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR3rK0kZFkg">Jessica's Daily Affirmation</a>. This little girl is great. Ha. She cracks me up. I should be as positive as her in the mornings...<br />
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Anyways...I will be blogging more often. I will... :)Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-48655504399659693112010-05-05T09:31:00.000-07:002010-05-05T09:31:31.209-07:00"Are You Jesus?"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">:) My friend posted this on facebook. I find this story absolutely beautiful. It really makes me think. </span></span><br />
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A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples.<br />
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Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.<br />
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ALL BUT ONE !!!<br />
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He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and<br />
experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned. He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.<br />
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He was glad he did.<br />
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The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears<br />
running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly<br />
groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.<br />
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The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl,<br />
"Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?" She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we<br />
didn't spoil your day too badly."<br />
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As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, "Are you Jesus?"<br />
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He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?"<br />
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Do people mistake you for Jesus? That's our destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.<br />
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If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would.<br />
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Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to<br />
church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.<br />
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You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.</span><br />
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</div><div>Beautiful right? Right. Very beautiful I think. :) </div><div>We should be showing so much love, people think we're like Jesus. </div>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-62746181248734080882010-05-01T10:03:00.000-07:002010-05-01T10:03:01.938-07:00Me.Compassion.Them.Love.There.Difference.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I want to make a difference. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Sounds cliche, eh? Yes. It does. Cause everyone is saying that these days. Forgive me, but it almost seems like the new trend in Christianity. Well, I actually want to follow this trend. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">There's a verse.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">"And of some have compassion. Making a difference"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Jude 22</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I don't know about you, but that's a super powerful verse to me. I read, then read it again, and again, and again, and again. I thought, wow. A verse plainly stating. Amanda Hall, you will make a difference. All those dreams. All those goals. They can and they WILL happen. That verse told me. Go for it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Now, it's a good possibility I should probably tell you what in heaven's name I'm speaking of. I'll tell you in one word. Then I'll possibly elaborate. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Here's the word.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Taiwan. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Yes, that was it. Taiwan.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Why?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I have a close friend, and her sister went to Taiwan. I know two other girls, they went to Taiwan.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Ever since I heard a little about it, I've had such a passion for that. I want to go.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">For what?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">To teach.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Teach who?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">The little girls an boys in the public schools over there.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Teach what?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">English, and Character.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">So why?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Because, I love them. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">But why?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Because, God told me to. He instilled this dream/idea/mindset in me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">How long?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">A year. One full year.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">You're probably thinking...ummm helloooo, aren't you too young for this?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Yep, right now I am. But when I turn eighteen I won't. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">You're probably a little bored of my ramblings. But, thinking about this, it pumps me up.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">This is definitely God's plan for me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Wanna know how?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">This past week, I got hear a man speak on this. I was just sitting there, didn't even know he was gonna talk about it, then he said Taiwan, of course my head popped up and I held my breath. I was thinking..."is he talking about what I think he is?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Yes, he was. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I've been praying about this for so long, telling God, if this is for me. Give me proof. Well, proof hit me on the head this past week. Yep. Guess who's gonna go to Taiwan.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Yep, that'd be me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">"And of some have compassion. Making a difference"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Jude 22</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Thank you muchly for reading my ramblings. I just had to write about this. :)</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Taiwan. :)</span></div>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-76676855393361497562010-04-15T17:27:00.000-07:002010-04-15T17:27:53.826-07:00"A Honeymoon With Jesus"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0jbBlcWzyk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0jbBlcWzyk</a><br />
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The word that popped into my head when I listened to this whole video? Wow...cause, even though I love God! I do, I really do. He's my Saviour. But I thought wow, could I really live on Jesus alone? I know that God has the power to keep me alive, but would I be able to survive that on my own will, just leaning on Jesus?Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-75224052172406092012010-04-04T14:03:00.000-07:002010-04-04T14:03:40.034-07:00Day 2 & 3.Blogging was not an option for me yesterday. The weather was bad and my wi-fi wouldn't connect. Oh well....it works now. :) Anyways. I'm just gonna tell you what I did last night. Cause it's one of the things I love. :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Movies with Sisters. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfric9-NASRKA_KmIXKtLbn97xKItNqHB3lmCVr3sH1-tJm4_SzVkMMmXoeu1ZgrLEZxggY3O7YdlTKDq4tHVmCVUO_vS1ByOxIXpIYBUKAANMw3tBFe_ZAKADGtpK0O2jMYSVp5RIYdk/s1600/us+with+erika.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfric9-NASRKA_KmIXKtLbn97xKItNqHB3lmCVr3sH1-tJm4_SzVkMMmXoeu1ZgrLEZxggY3O7YdlTKDq4tHVmCVUO_vS1ByOxIXpIYBUKAANMw3tBFe_ZAKADGtpK0O2jMYSVp5RIYdk/s400/us+with+erika.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last night Whit and Erika were home and we kept with tradition and we went to Cheddar's and our "ghetto" theater. :) Anyways. Let us just say we had an extreme laughable experience. More inside jokes were created. More we relived. And...let us just say...last night was...h.i.l.e.r.i.o.u.s. (spelled with an "e" on purpose.) </div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to see Dear John. Yes, it's been out forever. But, in our theaters...yesss....everything is there wayyyy longer than anywhere else. But hey! It's $1.50 a ticket. yesssss. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moving right along. :)<br />
When we bought our tickets. I swear Steve Irkel took our stubs inside. (for the un-informed of whom Steve Irkel is, please go sit down and watch Family Matters.)<br />
That just started the movie experience out. I knew from that moment this would be promising. When we walked into lovely "theater five" (said in nasally voice) it smelled like some one's pet frog had died in there and it was hotter than a yard sale in the Sahara Desert.<br />
After watching the movie for a while, we habitually stuck our feet up on the back of the seats in front of us as everyone and their dog ALWAYS does. And....about 10 minutes later I hear, "hey yo! get yo feet of that seat girl!" Ohhhh boy...so I look over and there's a girl crouched down at the end of our row pointing her fingers at us. And I take a gander right behind her, and a police officer was standing behind her! With his hand poised over his gun ready for action! Seriously man! Do I look like I'm the leader of the East Texas mafia? Absolutely not! Soooo.....about five minutes later, I feel some one watching us, so I turn around-we are sitting towards the back-and see the cop "non-chalantly" leaning against the wall, hand still on gun, poised for action, staring us down. Haw. Then later, out of habit, not rebellion. I wasn't even thinking and I swung my legs up, then noticed him walking behind us, so I swing my leg over and started sitting with my ankle on my knee for a couple of minutes. Haw.....as to not get riddled with bullets from this trigger happy cop.<br />
I would also like to enlighten you upon this fact. We are minding our own business watching the movie, and "Irkel" (as we now shall call him) comes marching down the aisle with a flashlight, hunched over, examining every row to make sure no one's feet are touching the seats....please laugh with me.<br />
Oh yes.....that was a fun night. :) And, if none of this amused you. please forgive me, for it was one of those. You had to be there experiences. :P<br />
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Day 3.<br />
Strawberry Shortcake. :)<br />
Yes, I love it. :)<br />
We had it for Easter dessert today. :) Yesss. Notice all these smiles. Because it is my favorite dessert.<br />
Oh yes it is. :)<br />
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</div><div>Ohhh myyyyyy. It is quite the beautiful day out here today. :) I love you Texas. And just so you know. This ice cold orange juice is better than swimming in an olympic sized swimming pool....or something like that. haha. Please don't be jealous though. ;)</div><div><br />
</div><div>The other day I was with my youth group at the lake. I was one of the only ones that was brave enough to stick my feet in the icy waves. Yah, that felt good. :)</div><div><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagbNtFFc62CzjkqkUwY-xlxj6UG-P21EThTzCZ6uAQ8arjov_0xGBAuKLdmJUTUxCDNVScNunMeiK7ihYzXBKuyRB-0C0Q6nPsiA1Pm17pFHw4hkI1slFWL3XPDZsiCHC4-FcZz2p4SQl/s1600/March-27-10+139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagbNtFFc62CzjkqkUwY-xlxj6UG-P21EThTzCZ6uAQ8arjov_0xGBAuKLdmJUTUxCDNVScNunMeiK7ihYzXBKuyRB-0C0Q6nPsiA1Pm17pFHw4hkI1slFWL3XPDZsiCHC4-FcZz2p4SQl/s320/March-27-10+139.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was amazing. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was taken with my phone too....so, bad quality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTx8eTehUddeh7P72wBwfhqXl0iBQZ3vzS4aHsSxLgOlaOzgXgV6s-cjaFcnmBKX2Eltxqkc1wQVHAY8ev_Xpfz-C4A3cMgrCCD7Tx0IVXmC7v0bdZTyQnjsKVnc0I4VjL0zIuS-oDhVKk/s1600/IMG_7820+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTx8eTehUddeh7P72wBwfhqXl0iBQZ3vzS4aHsSxLgOlaOzgXgV6s-cjaFcnmBKX2Eltxqkc1wQVHAY8ev_Xpfz-C4A3cMgrCCD7Tx0IVXmC7v0bdZTyQnjsKVnc0I4VjL0zIuS-oDhVKk/s320/IMG_7820+-+Copy.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and this here is my puppy, Ro. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not usually an animal lover, and I would still not qualify myself and so. but, this is my puppy boy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And, now I am sitting out here in the sunshine. and, I'm not lying, I'm getting a bit more tan. :) yes, I can tan. Can Spring stay here all year long please?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyways. Excuse my ramblings. I have rambled much today. Anyways. I forgot to mention I'm reorganizing my whole room and closet. Funnnn. :) For real. It's fun to me. haha.....anyways. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See ya lata.... :)</div><div><br />
</div>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-31749207721462473442010-03-06T16:54:00.000-08:002010-03-06T16:54:34.342-08:00I'm in over my head.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><b>God is.......</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><b>all together now, let's sigh.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><b>**sighhhh**</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><b>cause it always seems to me that the words used to describe God are so cliche, so overrated. Cause we don't know how to describe Him.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Anyways. God keeps letting me know who He is. How He does things for me. :) </b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>And God's been basically drowning me in His love and His him show of love for me. This song definitely describes how I'm feeling. :) </b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYtg2Ep4KKc">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYtg2Ep4KKc</a></span></b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYtg2Ep4KKc"></a></span>watch the video here. It's a beautiful song. </b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><b>"Over My Head"</b><br />
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I tried to figure it out<br />
Time and time again and time again<br />
I guess there's just some things I'll never understand<br />
'Cause Your ways aren't our ways<br />
But deep down in my soul, down in my soul<br />
There is one thing I know that I know<br />
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I'm in over my head<br />
Right where I wanna be<br />
I'm so lost within Your love<br />
The love that always covers me<br />
So high, so deep, so wide<br />
A strong and cleansing tide<br />
My soul has found a place to rest<br />
I'm in over my head<br />
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I've been holding on<br />
Now I'm letting go, just letting go<br />
Gonna let Your love carry me away<br />
I don't know where I'm going<br />
But I'm surrounded by the truth<br />
And I can feel the current pulling me<br />
Deeper into You<br />
<br />
I'm in over my head<br />
Right where I wanna be<br />
I'm so lost within Your love<br />
The love that always covers me<br />
So high, so deep, so wide<br />
A strong and cleansing tide<br />
My soul has found a place to rest<br />
I'm in over my head<br />
<br />
You see me for who I am<br />
You did reach out Your hand<br />
You made me understand<br />
That Your love has always covered me </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Now, all together now.</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>**sighhhhh**</b></span></span><br />
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I get to sit around for the next forty minutes then go to a basketball game and watch, not play. Which for some reason also makes me happy. :)<br />
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I also just read this on <a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/2">MLIA</a> and laughed out loud. No lies.<br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">"Today, I discovered that Donald Duck's middle name is Fauntleroy. MLIA"</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And this is def my favorite brother who can talk.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Fall is a memory"<br />
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Let me take you step by step through my day...<br />
Just kidding. I won't antagonize you that way. Haha.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Scene 1.<br />
</div>So I woke up yesterday morning about 8 hearing happy birthday being belted from across the hallway.<br />
I had forgot it was her birthday and almost thought it was mine for a minute. ;) Not really, but, I sat there listening in awe to these lyrics.<br />
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"Happpppppppy Birthdeeeee to meeeeeeee.<br />
Happy birthdeeeee to me.<br />
Happy birthdeeeee to meeeeee....<br />
happy birthdeeeee to meeeeeeee...."<br />
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It was in that moment I realized it was Beka's birthday and she was singing Happy Birthday to herself!<br />
:) It totally made my day. I was also happy to remember I had bought her some Victoria's Secret body spray a couple of weeks ago. (What an awesome sister am I?)<br />
So I quickly gave it to her and confessed I had NOT forgot.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Scene 2.<br />
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This has nothing to do with Birthday's but it happened yesterday.<br />
And had to do with two days earlier.<br />
So two days earlier Whitney and Ashley and I were in this amazing new boutique down town and Whitney and I bought this quite large, cutsie corner shelf to put in our room.....ahem. <b><i>I </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">bought a quite large, cutsie corner shelf to put in our room. It was too large to fit in teh trunk of our smallish little car so we told them we would come back later.... The next morning, I woke up thinking...we have absolutely no corner to put that large cutsie shelf in.....so.....yesterday. I spent about an hour finding a place for that stupid shelf. Yet, it remains sitting in my floor with no place to call it's own....Whitney lay on the bed histerically laughing as I try to find a home for that DUMB shelf.....for I quickly went from loving it to hating it. It taunts me. Every time I walk in the room, I tell her how much I dislike the thing. ;) Haha....I guess it will be soon finding itself in the Goodwill pile I have yet to start.</span></b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dinner with the grandparents for the little sister's "birthdeeee".<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So we were eating dinner and afterwards two of my younger sisters decided to give their present to my dear Beka, their present was to present a play. Ha.....<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hear giggling coming from their room. Then my dad sputter and laugh. I look up and soon hear loud humming. Six year old Sarah comes out singing and twirling an umbrella wearing a Hannah Montanna outfit....Ohhhh dear.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Enter Rachel. Wearing a large dress and a sheet. She comes out, saying she needs a room.....(my internal question was....why?) Sarah directs her where she should go....Rachel turns around and fall flat on her back then says, "excuse me...I slipped on some....precipritation." *laughter erupts* Then she gets up, looks around at everyone and states...."I am a moterin woman! What moterin furnishing!" (modern. for the humorless soul)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I promise to never try play writing again.<br />
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No fear though I have many funny and embarassing and adventuresome stories. For you. :)<br />
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So...day four....I actually can't remember what I did Thursday so let's fast forward to Friday. :)<br />
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Friday was def an embarrassing and funny story. :)<br />
Whit and I were in the movie store picking a movie to rent and some friends called us to go to see Old Dogs. (hilarious) So we did a little shopping. Our hub cap thing feel off in the Hasting parking lot. :) I opened my door to run and get it and it rolled right to my door. Points. Please watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41Irl69rBZg">this video.</a> The hub cap reminded me of this video. I did that in the parking. I used the hubcap as a steering wheel and this lady was tlaking on the phone staring at me while Whit was driving so I pretended to drive, and pretended to swerve and her face got the uttermost alarm on it. :D Hehehhe. Whitney almost wrecked driving.<br />
Then, we went to Chicken Express to smuggle into the movie, Kathrine and I were dancing in the parking lot to embarrass Whitney. I left my talented dancing partner to leap onto the table outside ballet style...my foot caught an inch of the bench, slid off, smashed my leg, my face hit the table, and I commenced to hysterical laughter and the people inside saw and pretended not to notice.<br />
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SHOPPING.<br />
Ashley and I went to finish Christmas shopping.<br />
We were in the mall walking and those stupid people that work at the booths in the middle were doing their job. THis gay man grabbed my arm saying, "You like my hair straightened? You want to see my straightener? You straighten your hair." Does it look like I straighten my hair? No. I told him my interest was on the downside. He grabs Ashley's arm, "You straighten your hair, yes?" Ashley told the truth, yes. He grabs her, plops her in a chair, me in the mean time protesting telling him we don't care for his straightener, telling him we don't want what he's selling....telling him to jump in the dumpster. He won't shut up about the straightner so I roll my eyes, huff and puff and sit down on a bench. Ashley later tells me he was talking to her saying, "Guuuuurl, she don't like me. Yeeer friend, she mean to me. That guurrrrl. She a mean guuuurrrrl. She can geet ovuuur eeeeet." (accent and all) I'm watching, he straightens her hair then starts to curl it! we were almost out of time so I formulated a plan. I arched up, said, "hi, dad says for us to come home. goodbye sir." he goes, "no more five minute? no?" Me, "no, so just straighten that curl quickly and we will exit. hasta la vista baby." Yah, this "guuuurl" didn't like him.<br />
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Sunday.<br />
Candle light blow up.<br />
Ok, our church did a candle light service and little Emily that is three I was sitting beside, had a candle she was holding quite responsibly. Then....all the sudden she starts violently shaking this open flame! I make her be still. She looks up at me and says....it would have been pretty.<br />
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Today will come tomorrow....if that makes sense.Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-26530539611465877892009-12-17T09:20:00.000-08:002009-12-17T09:23:25.157-08:00The Third day continued.<span style="color: #990000;">On the Third day of Christmas, </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">I told you I would get more adventurous. I didn't lie. Adventure found me. :D YAY!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">All in all, I had a legit day. :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">On the first day of Christmas:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">My little brother successfully opened four gifts without anyone finding out till later, I saw two of mine and won't tell anyone I know what they're giving me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">On the second day of Christmas:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I went to Ihop after a victorious basketball game and almost ordered a Rooty Tooty fresh and Fruity, with extra strawberrys. I got the Strawberry cheesecake New York pancakes....with extra strawberrys. Then everyone had to freakin' laugh when I said the extra strawberrys part....in the end I had too many strawberrys. :) </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Only Tim Hawkins fans are gonna get that.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">On the third day of Christmas:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">I wore Dr. Pepper pajamas till lunch time. :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I'll continue couinting down the days of Christmas tomorrow!!!! I promise there will be more adventure involved. :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">See ya lata!</span>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-59217028941367049622009-12-02T08:45:00.000-08:002009-12-02T08:45:05.403-08:00Give Thanks.<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</div> One late night about Midnight. Whitney burst into my room while I'm in bed reading...she goes, you wanna have hot chocolate? So, about 12:05 Whit and I go down the stairs to the living room and sit down on the not yet finished concrete floor and start drinking our Cinnamon hot chocolate and some Raspberry dark hot chocolate. Mmmm....I finds some candles my little sisters made and light them up in the middle of us girls. Then, our dad got home, so we hurry up, blow out the candles, run up the stairs throw our cups in the sink and dive into our beds. <div><br />
</div><div>After a long day of shopping the day after Thanksgiving. Whitney, Ashley, our friend Erika, and I finished off our day by going to the movies. We watched Fame. It was great, we were the ONLY people in the theater...so we got to have free reign. We talked loudly, snorted, giggled, Whitney slept, at one point there was some rockin' music and Erika had just came back from the bathroom and we didn't notice her come back and she came back dancing wildly down the aisle. So Whitney and I joined her and we danced all around the theater laughing, being idiots. We def "broke it down and got free". That was def a movie to remember. :)</div><div><br />
</div><div>After that long day of shopping I had a major migraine. So last night I went to bed at 8:30 and slept for 20 hours straight. That's a record for me!!! WHOO!</div><div><br />
</div><div>"So break it down and get free!"</div>Amanda Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501097299735179189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765043944972964173.post-49339670335588509132009-11-28T16:29:00.000-08:002009-11-28T16:36:32.105-08:00I'm Right. As always.<span style="color: #cceedd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
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<center><img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px;" width="100" /></center><span style="color: black;">The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.<br />
Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.<br />
If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.<br />
Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.<br />
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The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.<br />
Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.<br />
If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.<br />
Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.</span><br />
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