<?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-27156196</id><updated>2011-07-17T15:22:47.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will gather myself around my faith, For light does the darkness most fear</title><subtitle type='html'>I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
and I am never broken
We are never broken</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-3063983570892045147</id><published>2007-06-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:05:54.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the beginning</title><content type='html'>the silence is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to hear.&lt;br /&gt;all of the confusion and clutter&lt;br /&gt;that once fogged my brain is thinning.&lt;br /&gt;i gaze upon fimilar sights,&lt;br /&gt;and i hear fimliar sounds,&lt;br /&gt;oh the sweet sounds.&lt;br /&gt;i was so bitter&lt;br /&gt;so young, so ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;blind.&lt;br /&gt;crippled.&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;i won't stop dancing, i won't stop singing&lt;br /&gt;though the mountains are high&lt;br /&gt;and the fall is long&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth comprimise&lt;br /&gt;freedom, is young and&lt;br /&gt;short, it does not last.&lt;br /&gt;at least not to the heart&lt;br /&gt;though stones are heavy&lt;br /&gt;and rivers divide&lt;br /&gt;it does not matter&lt;br /&gt;your ristrictions cant conform&lt;br /&gt;and you words wont cut&lt;br /&gt;we'll lay, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-3063983570892045147?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/3063983570892045147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=3063983570892045147' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/3063983570892045147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/3063983570892045147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-beginning.html' title='back to the beginning'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-7151774621411773230</id><published>2007-05-27T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:37:40.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>numbered</title><content type='html'>you are trapped&lt;br /&gt;in the mud and the muck&lt;br /&gt;my little flower cannot blossom&lt;br /&gt;shine on me, shine on you&lt;br /&gt;you're at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;help me to open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;though your beauty is covered&lt;br /&gt;unseen&lt;br /&gt;and unheard&lt;br /&gt;i want you to bloom&lt;br /&gt;awaken my reality of life&lt;br /&gt;through yours&lt;br /&gt;you can help me&lt;br /&gt;i can help you&lt;br /&gt;i know we can&lt;br /&gt;come on, rise above the opression&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;there you are&lt;br /&gt;i can see you now&lt;br /&gt;im coming&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, like you&lt;br /&gt;we know no boundries&lt;br /&gt;im confident, as you are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;you're a high vibration&lt;br /&gt;the fear of your past&lt;br /&gt;has become fearlessly present&lt;br /&gt;in the moment at hand&lt;br /&gt;like a lotus&lt;br /&gt;you're radiant&lt;br /&gt;we're radiant&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-7151774621411773230?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/7151774621411773230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=7151774621411773230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/7151774621411773230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/7151774621411773230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2007/05/numbered.html' title='numbered'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-8707301623871870392</id><published>2007-05-22T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T06:45:04.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady</title><content type='html'>my insides twist&lt;br /&gt;more by the minute&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are filled&lt;br /&gt;my heart is emptied&lt;br /&gt;i've given you my all&lt;br /&gt;and nothing&lt;br /&gt;please. oh please.&lt;br /&gt;there is no one.&lt;br /&gt;no one like you...you are each drip from my heart&lt;br /&gt;you are beauty, you are captivating.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my breath a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;i haven't regained it.&lt;br /&gt;you have become, my becoming&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;can't you see past this shy outside and into my soul&lt;br /&gt;use your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;no use our soul&lt;br /&gt;look, harder&lt;br /&gt;it will be worth it, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;try try try.&lt;br /&gt;we can make it real.&lt;br /&gt;we can.&lt;br /&gt;i'll paint you a picture,&lt;br /&gt;if you promise to look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-8707301623871870392?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/8707301623871870392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=8707301623871870392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/8707301623871870392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/8707301623871870392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2007/05/lady.html' title='Lady'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-237830192380067847</id><published>2007-05-17T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:30:03.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new world</title><content type='html'>I had a dream where grass was covered in leaves and tree covered in grass.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where everyone was clothed, and had warm shelters.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where people didn't have to prove themselves, they were just accepted.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that there was peace among nations and freedoms everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;there was no hurt or war or pain.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that persectuion stopped forever.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where equality was necessary to survive.&lt;br /&gt;that women were as good as men. and men as good as women.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where everyone had the same amount of food to eat. no one went hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first dream could come true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-237830192380067847?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/237830192380067847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=237830192380067847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/237830192380067847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/237830192380067847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-world.html' title='a new world'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-5510872016745092303</id><published>2007-05-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T07:33:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Head</title><content type='html'>Hello Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you aren't directly attached to my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a shoulder in between you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like so many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just be glad you aren't directly attached to the foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't that look silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, change is good, that's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will sit down together someday and have a tea party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me, head, arm and foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see how great a time we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-5510872016745092303?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/5510872016745092303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=5510872016745092303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/5510872016745092303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/5510872016745092303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-head.html' title='Hello Head'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-6354466157164174370</id><published>2007-03-20T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:26:58.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirtballs in my pockets and take off both my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A30C1XVjyZQ/RgCY1hS8qLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lrleKak_U0o/s1600-h/305_Tree_of_Many_3x4_100_dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044199627893287090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A30C1XVjyZQ/RgCY1hS8qLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lrleKak_U0o/s320/305_Tree_of_Many_3x4_100_dpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i dance little one will you not join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;has society tainted even your child-like spirit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;look the water is dancing, it is perfection in spontaneous form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can learn from the unconstrained ripples of the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's dance, let's sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if somebody's trying to shut us up , let's sing louder and even better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our irresistible song is addictive to the ignorant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are created to enlighten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;little one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not envy people who think they have a complete explanation of the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the simple reason that they are obviosuly wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-6354466157164174370?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/6354466157164174370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=6354466157164174370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/6354466157164174370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/6354466157164174370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2007/03/dirtballs-in-my-pockets-and-take-off.html' title='dirtballs in my pockets and take off both my shoes'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A30C1XVjyZQ/RgCY1hS8qLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lrleKak_U0o/s72-c/305_Tree_of_Many_3x4_100_dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-3161403312316585540</id><published>2007-03-03T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:26:59.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fall asleep to your laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A30C1XVjyZQ/RerQ2awFD9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dKxIMlx_orE/s1600-h/pap25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038068766479814610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A30C1XVjyZQ/RerQ2awFD9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dKxIMlx_orE/s320/pap25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038068023450472386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A30C1XVjyZQ/RerQLKwFD8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQQ4iWq5ink/s320/pap25.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uncover my eyes i'm blindly walking&lt;br /&gt;the seeds are covered&lt;br /&gt;let live, though dying&lt;br /&gt;the seeds are uncovered&lt;br /&gt;vunerably waiting&lt;br /&gt;i see your color&lt;br /&gt;with a half transparent heart&lt;br /&gt;unworthly blessed&lt;br /&gt;living the purpose of the branch&lt;br /&gt;transparent side out&lt;br /&gt;unmovable stones&lt;br /&gt;amounst the thorns&lt;br /&gt;cringing from the false colors&lt;br /&gt;but the beautiful multicolored flowers&lt;br /&gt;...where is the balance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-3161403312316585540?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/3161403312316585540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=3161403312316585540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/3161403312316585540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/3161403312316585540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-fall-asleep-to-your-laughter.html' title='i fall asleep to your laughter'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A30C1XVjyZQ/RerQ2awFD9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dKxIMlx_orE/s72-c/pap25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-116895916741095420</id><published>2007-01-16T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T06:52:47.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the only thing stable is change..( and Jesus)</title><content type='html'>Dont you hate it when you think you have your life planned out and the next thing you know God puts a twist to everything you once understood....well i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is me...writting from a whole new perspective...the past year God has made it so clear that i AM going to travel to africa...the plan was to after graduation take a year off and travel to africa maybe more then once....doing various volunteer projects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God did not inform me of...and what i let myself forget..is that God being God, He can do things whenever He wants. we dont have to same time line...after going through a very prayerful process...God  told me i was to go to Taylor College...again not saying when.&lt;br /&gt;Me being ignorant to God's every move...i jumped to conclusions...and assumed it meant next year. Though i am still praying about it. i am pretty sure i am supposed to still take a year off and earn the money that i would be spending on school instead of getting in debt..with a line of credit or a student loan. and going to TC the following september...2008. unless God changes that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after camp medley this summer(unless God has different plans!) i am on the look out for a 9-10ish dollar an hour job....40 hours a week. to earn enough money for the whole 3 years at taylor. yeah it's gonna be work...and its gonna be stressful, but praise Jesus for porvision! i know that he's got my back... and i know THAT will never change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-116895916741095420?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/116895916741095420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=116895916741095420' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116895916741095420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116895916741095420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2007/01/only-thing-stable-is-change-and-jesus.html' title='the only thing stable is change..( and Jesus)'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-116524422141423389</id><published>2006-12-04T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T06:57:01.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE total update</title><content type='html'>well hello everyone. it has been almost a month since i have posted anything , totally new record!&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Life is going by so fast...a blur almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am working &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;monday, wednesday, friday&lt;/span&gt; sometimes&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; saturday&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wild carrot café&lt;/span&gt; . it's the good times...&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we dance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we laugh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we sing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;market&lt;/span&gt; is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;i also work &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tuesday, and thursdays&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;beckwith and Co&lt;/span&gt;. right next to my other employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;monday &lt;/span&gt;often i go to my grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tuesday &lt;/span&gt;nights sometimes i have homegroup(if it's going on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wednesday &lt;/span&gt;nights i go to stone church youth group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; nights i have grace harvest youth group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;friday and saturday&lt;/span&gt; nights there is always something going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sunday &lt;/span&gt;the past few weeks have been spend with the grace crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a slice, there have been some interesting experiences lately.but God has shown himself faithful...as per-usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriosuly revival is coming...it's already started...bhahahaha last night skyy and i were hanging out...and then the ghost showed up..i had this boldness about me..bhahhaa..i got in the car with my dad and my sister and i started telling them all that was going on in my life..everything...angels,gold dust, dreams..healings..miracles! it was amazing..started shooting off scripture that i didnt even know!  God is soo good...revival is starting in my home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start&lt;/span&gt;. " -momma T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REVIVAL&lt;/span&gt; must start in your house! it's coming..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt; coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and the grace harvest crew have decided to takee on a project of raising $28,000 for an orphange in Kenya. Africa has been on my heart( you can tell by earlier posts) for over 2 years..a very long time..i am broken for this cause... God's gonna do this...He has already started...fire fire fire...bhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I LOVE JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;ps: keep loving, keep seeking, push in Jesus will rock your world!!! BLESSINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-116524422141423389?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/116524422141423389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=116524422141423389' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116524422141423389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116524422141423389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/12/total-update.html' title='THE total update'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-116299764802985168</id><published>2006-11-08T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T06:54:08.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ecclesiastes 1:17-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind."&lt;br /&gt;"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;       &lt;br /&gt;the more knowledge, the more grief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i dig seep into God's will. the more i seek after what Jesus wants. the more i could in tune with what the Spirit wants me to do. the more my heart aches for those who don't know Jesus. the more i want God to use me in everything i do. Jesus mold me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-116299764802985168?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/116299764802985168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=116299764802985168' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116299764802985168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116299764802985168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/11/ecclesiastes-117-18-then-i-applied.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-116225246654001833</id><published>2006-10-30T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:26:33.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;i thank you&lt;br /&gt;my back is not bare&lt;br /&gt;and food in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;how can i serve you today&lt;br /&gt;i set out to worship you&lt;br /&gt;i see you playing guitar&lt;br /&gt;a loonie or toonie&lt;br /&gt;what more do you need&lt;br /&gt;your the lady no one cares to know&lt;br /&gt;do you want a coffee &lt;br /&gt;for everything i have&lt;br /&gt;is not mine but yours to give&lt;br /&gt;what more do you need&lt;br /&gt;i want to be your servent&lt;br /&gt;i see your hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;take these they will keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;what more do you need&lt;br /&gt;how can i help you&lt;br /&gt;a smile&lt;br /&gt;or i wave&lt;br /&gt;my body is yours to control&lt;br /&gt;my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;can i be your magnet&lt;br /&gt;can i be your worshiper&lt;br /&gt;can i be your lover&lt;br /&gt;i have have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i have everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-116225246654001833?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/116225246654001833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=116225246654001833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116225246654001833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116225246654001833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-look-to-sky-i-thank-you-my-back-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-116139752608416274</id><published>2006-10-20T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:25:26.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to explain to you what is going on inside of me wouldn't do it justice. Jesus is so good. i have said it before, and i will say it again. Jesus is transforming my being. im not saying its easy. its really hard..and a lot of things are going on. but its so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to school today. instead i went down to market square and chilled out and read some word. i was having a "rougher day" as Erin S and i like to call them..and decided that i would change that by dedicating this day to Jesus. so i got a coffee and went up the my "usse" spot in market square. i sat and started reading the bible. i  prayed that today God would give me more boldness, and an oppertunity to share my faith.As faithful as God is he did.  I was about to get up and call Jen fry..when a man in a wheelchair came up beside me and randomly asked me what i was reading. i have seen this man around town all the time and always give a smile as we pass by eachother. i answered with a quick "the bible". God had answered my prayers and now i was holding back from what i had just prayed for. we exchanged a few more words, and he was on his way. i couldnt help but think about this man all day. i had a chance to change this mans life..introduce Jesus if he didnt already know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after Jen and i had a sweet day together just hanging out..i was off to work.as most of you know i work in the market where a lot of the same people walk through everyday, this is where i had reconized the man in the wheelchair from. it was around 6:00 and i was just praying in my head that God would just give me another chance. seriosuly, as i prayed this he drove up the center ilse in his wheelchair! without telling my co-worker where i was going i ran after him. i introduced myself just in case he had forgotten and then i asked to pray for him. all the time my heat beating so fast i could hear it! im sure i will see this man around again sometime. and each time im going to make an effort to say more the hello to him. Good ol' Jesus faithful as ever. just  a lil story..in how God is helping me become more bold:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-116139752608416274?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/116139752608416274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=116139752608416274' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116139752608416274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116139752608416274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-explain-to-you-what-is-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-116052641138283313</id><published>2006-10-10T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:26:51.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you more then before Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/poverty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/poverty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heart and My Flesh cry out. I am Desprate for you Jesus. We are called to be set a part from the rest of the world. we are called to be the salt of the earth. messengers for Jesus. why then do so many of us fall away after seeing so much. why do we find it so hard to stand up for Jesus. should we not cry to Jesus for everything...refine us oh Lord. Help us to worship you in everything we do..help us to lead lives that glorify you Jesus..there is no where else i would rather be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-116052641138283313?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/116052641138283313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=116052641138283313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116052641138283313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/116052641138283313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-you-more-then-before-jesus.html' title='I need you more then before Jesus'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115914891403031209</id><published>2006-09-24T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:52:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/wm_worship_144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/wm_worship_144.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this question was on Jen Fry's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"What do you mean when you say, 'into the ministry'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 'into the ministry'. I know you could answer..a certain bible school.. or maybe a dts..the possibilites are endless. What&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; ministry? Do we need to travel away to be doing ministry. Do we need to go to a certain school to be ministering? Do i have to do great things to be a minister of the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday i will travel to far away places.But im here now. Maybe i will do great things for God. But what are "great things"? A toonie to a homeless person is a great thing. An icecream to a child is a great thing. An exchange in smiles between two strangers is a great thing. All things in which i can do right here in my own town.Right now. Things i am certainly able to do. But sometimes why do i forget to do them. Or in some cases choose not to. Something as simple as a smile can have such a strong impact. Just caring about how other people are feeling, or how their day is going is so powerful. That is true ministry. Showing God's love through actions.But just everyday actions. Should not our hearts be so consumed in Jesus that these things come without thought. That it just comes naturally, should not we be so in tune with what Jesus wants us to do that we don't even have to think what would Jesus do. But yet it would just happen. Our very soul should be so connected with the Gospel that our mind has nothing to do with it. our actions should reflect our hearts and our hearts should reflect the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 John 3:17-18 If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i have an infection that God is scrapping out every last bit of..it hurts like heck right now. but it's gonna leave me changed..Jesus is transforming my very being. but more importantly my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 Peter 3:15 But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reason is because the love of Jesus Christ is worth sharing. the grace he has shown me is unending. and his love is everlasting. the world has torn me down but my Lord has built me stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners." Isaiah 61:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is saying FREEDOM!Common somebody! let's getter' done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115914891403031209?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115914891403031209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115914891403031209' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115914891403031209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115914891403031209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/09/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115871125264750219</id><published>2006-09-19T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:14:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus take the wheel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/200256552-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/200256552-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we sat on the front stairs of our school, everyone scrambling to sit with their friends. after a few minutes the class of 2007 was situated. i stared at the camera..when it hit me. im graduating. i have talked about it for four years now." i can't wait to get outta this joint" and now..its my final year and im busting out! but on the other hand..school has been something that has been stable for 13 years of my life..always somewhere to go, there was always something to do.. school..as much as i hated it..was a firm foundation , a way to keep in touch with all my friends. and now everything is going to change. it's going to be different you know, i won't see this person by their locker everyday..even if i didn't know them but knew their face.. or i won't meet these certain people for lunch on monday..and these ones on tuesday. it's gonna be different. i guess i'm just scared. i mean..everone else pretty much are all going on to university..and as of right now i'm traveling to Africa for 2-3 months in september 2007. there i will find an orphange filled with children whos parents have died of AIDS. i don't know anyone personally...but i know it's a good program and certainly where God wants me. scared you ask? scared out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i have been a Christian now for 2 years. and in two years God has rocked my world. He has shown me things that i cannot even begin to describe on paper. people have told me i am going to be anything from a preacher,intercessor,mission worker. honestly i don't need a title. all i want to be called it a child of GOd.That is more then i can ask for. i have no idea what im doing after Africa but i know that Jesus does. GOd is gonna do amazing things..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/55973017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/55973017.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesus take the wheel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115871125264750219?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115871125264750219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115871125264750219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115871125264750219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115871125264750219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/09/jesus-take-wheel.html' title='Jesus take the wheel..'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115774801777860715</id><published>2006-09-08T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:40:37.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday night dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/me.0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/me.0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surrounded by hundreds of orphane children, just longing for someone to love them. i had just witnessed a mother of 5 beautiful children die before my very eyes. holding the twins in my arms, my good friend courtney was beside me holding another baby and hugging a young child with her free arm. we sat in silence breaking out into random praying and cries to Jesus. my heart broke as sat holding these kids who had nothing in my arms.the one person that loved them was now dead. questions raced through my head.then as usual i woke up crying. looked at the clock it was 3:34 am... i couldn't go back to sleep. i sat awake sobbing and praying. wondering if this was something that was going to take place or just another one of those very real dreams. my heart yearns to be elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a weird place. there are a lot of things i need to figure out. and a lot of things i feel im never going to understand. im going through some intense times. prayers are very welcomed and needed. thanks. -KB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115774801777860715?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115774801777860715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115774801777860715' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115774801777860715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115774801777860715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednesday-night-dream.html' title='wednesday night dream'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115732410965049262</id><published>2006-09-03T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:55:09.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an intense day in freddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/karen%20cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/karen%20cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/ab%20karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/ab%20karen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/ab%20and%20nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/ab%20and%20nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/ab%20cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/ab%20cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it all started when my good friend abby and i decided that we wanted to go to freddy beach to catch the craft sale. at the last minute my sister and her boyfriend decided to come along, in his car. abby and i left earlier and we set a place to meet, the regent mall... it started out great we had a nice chatsies on the way up but then...we we got there. and we realized that we had no clue where we were going. we ended up near the "f-ex" in the superstore parking lot. we soon called cathy and nick and told them the sitch...we had no clue where we were. so they found us. everything was great we went into to the good ol' SS and looked around then we came out to head to the craft sale... when abby realized she had locked her keys in her car. eeee. we soon decided to go to the craft sale in nicks car and deal with her car later. we all piled in and headed downtown freddy. it was nice. the craft sale was a little smaller then we had hoped but it was good. time passed and after walking around town for a while we found ourselves in second cup coffee shop. we ran into al and justin. had a little chatsies and went in and had a good time in second cup. then we headed back to superstore parking lot and called a tow truck it came..after a while. we got the keys and headed home...here are some pics of the adventure! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/tow%20trruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/tow%20trruck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/bob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/bob2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/tools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/tools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115732410965049262?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115732410965049262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115732410965049262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115732410965049262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115732410965049262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/09/intense-day-in-freddy.html' title='an intense day in freddy'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115704738984000602</id><published>2006-08-31T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:03:09.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a weird place</title><content type='html'>i don't know if it's the after-camp shock.&lt;br /&gt;or just the change of life style. maybe it's the whole going back to school depression.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is i'm in a weird place, and i think it's gonna last a while.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not falling away from God. he's here he's just being a little quiet.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to be quiet for a few months...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115704738984000602?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115704738984000602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115704738984000602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115704738984000602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115704738984000602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/08/weird-place.html' title='a weird place'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115686319718533735</id><published>2006-08-29T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:20:34.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the usse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i found myself looking upon the firmilar sights of the saint john city market, and then sitting in my usual spot in market square. people watching while half reading "mere Christianity" by C.S. Lewis,drinking a large single single from timmy's,finding myself bored out of my mind with all this free time. i didn't have to be doing anything, i didn't have to be planning anything, i didn't have to be hanging out with campers. i could just be. and i hated it. &gt;&gt;a picture of market square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Medley summer 2006-completed. sad-yes excited-a bit it's all over for another year. a lot of my good friends are moving away to far away places. and chances of me seeing them for a year are very slim to none. job -check {wild carrot cafe/beckwith and co.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/100_1283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/100_1283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/awwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/awwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      pineapple club all dressed up at                  Marie- Helene and Jamie's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/awwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/awwww.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  sitting in the kitchen at camp medley:)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/me,mal,katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/me%2Cmal%2Ckatie.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/amanda,me,eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me Mal and Katie&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/amanda%2Cme%2Ceric.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115686319718533735?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115686319718533735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115686319718533735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115686319718533735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115686319718533735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-usse_29.html' title='back to the usse'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115481826618450756</id><published>2006-08-05T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:51:06.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another week</title><content type='html'>i just need some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;im not doing well.&lt;br /&gt;a  lot of things are going on inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;i really need prayer.&lt;br /&gt;its whats gonna keep me in there for 3 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;thanks...&lt;br /&gt;-k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115481826618450756?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115481826618450756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115481826618450756' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115481826618450756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115481826618450756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-another-week.html' title='just another week'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115300067602536656</id><published>2006-07-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:57:56.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp medley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/Ellen"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/Ellen%27s%20Pictures%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;so camp medley.&lt;br /&gt;i am the asst. cook.&lt;br /&gt;when i first got the job, i wasn't going to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;satan was telling me all the lies i couldn't do it,&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't good enough,i was too young etc..&lt;br /&gt;and then i was just praying and GOd was like Karen&lt;br /&gt;you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;so i went.&lt;br /&gt;it's the end of week two, and im burnt.&lt;br /&gt;im fried, done, pooped, outta it.&lt;br /&gt;satan is just like i told you so.&lt;br /&gt;but God's like Karen depend on me&lt;br /&gt;i want to be your strength.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be your way.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the reason you get up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;im kinda , actually a lot frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot going on right now inside,&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like i cant do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;there are people willing to talk i just refuse it.&lt;br /&gt;im so frustrated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayers needed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115300067602536656?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115300067602536656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115300067602536656' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115300067602536656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115300067602536656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/07/camp-medley.html' title='camp medley'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115111363408609273</id><published>2006-06-23T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:47:14.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can’t understand life, because Life was not created to be understood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/A%20Beautiful%20Rose%20Bud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/A%20Beautiful%20Rose%20Bud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like a rose, we will pale&lt;br /&gt;each pedal will eventually feel the same&lt;br /&gt;will we be judged on how long we last&lt;br /&gt;or by our unique scent?&lt;br /&gt;who is to be our judge&lt;br /&gt;on what basis are we convicted&lt;br /&gt;failing to live up to our colors&lt;br /&gt;the colors that define us?&lt;br /&gt;The colors we had no choice in&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the scent?&lt;br /&gt;That we can not change&lt;br /&gt;Strong and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;depending on the judge&lt;br /&gt;but what judge matters?&lt;br /&gt;we are each so different, yet the same&lt;br /&gt;longing for a better life&lt;br /&gt;but created for one purpose&lt;br /&gt;the universal purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you not let me fade&lt;br /&gt;or even shine?&lt;br /&gt;stop judging&lt;br /&gt;take me out of this vase&lt;br /&gt;don’t compare me&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115111363408609273?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115111363408609273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115111363408609273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115111363408609273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115111363408609273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-cant-understand-life-because-life.html' title='We can’t understand life, because Life was not created to be understood.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-115097946745025363</id><published>2006-06-22T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T05:31:07.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life in a list</title><content type='html'>-school is done&lt;br /&gt;-i passed everything&lt;br /&gt;-camp is in 3 days&lt;br /&gt;-i'm scared as heck&lt;br /&gt;-i have barely packed&lt;br /&gt;-i still need to get a police check done&lt;br /&gt;-i need to clean my room&lt;br /&gt;-get presents for friend who are moving&lt;br /&gt;...i dont have time to finish the list..im gonna be late for work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-115097946745025363?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/115097946745025363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=115097946745025363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115097946745025363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/115097946745025363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-life-in-list.html' title='my life in a list'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-114946608765505237</id><published>2006-06-04T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:27:02.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere in between dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/CA492313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/CA492313.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so..he could be any heigth. i donno what colour eyes but and it doesnt matter what style hair. he means the world to me&amp; i mean the world to him. ive searched my whole life for him and ive finally found him. he'd do anything for me. he loves me for who i am. he promises me things, and keeps his promises. he'd lay with me in the sun watching cloud shapes go by all day. he finds the simplest things are fun and he inspires me. i dont need to impress him and he doesnt need to impress me. he makes me want to be different. hes unlike everyone else..hes unique. we don't fight. we go for long walks and have picnics and talk about the future. we can share nice, mature, deep, spiritual conversations. we spend time jumping in puddles like little kids, having the time of our life just with eachothers company. we walk in the rain for hours. he loves to laugh at my stupid jokes.he loves my paintings even when he doesn't know what it is. &amp;amp; he loves to sing to me..even if hes a bit embarrassed &amp; he plays the guitar. he thinks the world of me. he loves animals and he loves the country. he loves seeing pictures of me&amp;amp; watching home videos of when i was little. he wants to know everything about me and he has respect for me.he loves my family.he is sooo thoughtful and kind.and he cares about the little things. and our love isn't dramatic and fake,its alive&amp; real. we share amazing moments together just being in love with eachother. but most importantly, he loves God. he has a beautiful relationship with God. He puts Gods will over me. He knows how much God means to me. He knows that i want to do God's will...and we will go on mission trips together. we will go to africa and live there, God willing. so hes pretty much just amazing&amp;amp; perfect to me.. . so, to sum it all up, i could write on &amp; on forever about this boy. and just to let you know..as of now..i havent found him yet. yea im still waiting for that boy..hes just my dream that ive been praying for so i just want him to know..whenever i meet him, that i have loved him, ive always loved him &amp;amp; i was inspired to write this about him. though i dont know him right now, i cant spend part of my life with him RIGHT NOW. but God knows what i need in my life. and GOd is always faithful. i know that hes alive..and i pray he is waiting for me too! but one things for sure..when i do meet him, ill just know its him -- and i cant wait for that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-114946608765505237?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/114946608765505237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=114946608765505237' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114946608765505237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114946608765505237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/06/somewhere-in-between-dreams.html' title='somewhere in between dreams..'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-114895664423550332</id><published>2006-05-29T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:56:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/love-ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/love-ocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;God has really placed this question on my heart. what is LOVE? who should i LOVE? why should i LOVE? what can LOVE do for me. i have been thinking about how great GOd's love for us is. it is so overwhelming but beautiful. we will never understand God's love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1 John 4:16) And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.&lt;br /&gt;God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is to be shown by serving God and obeying His commands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Joshua 22:5)But be very careful to keep the commandment and the law that Moses the servant of the LORD gave you: to love the LORD your God, to walk in all his ways, to obey his commands, to hold fast to him and to serve him with all your heart and all your soul."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Deuteronomy 10:12-13) And now, O Israel, what does the LORD your God ask of you but to fear the LORD your God, to walk in all his ways, to love him, to serve the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul, 13 and to observe the LORD's commands and decrees that I am giving you today for your own good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are God's commandments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Matthew 22:37-39) Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean to love your neighbor as yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leviticus 19:18)'Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against one of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we demonstrate our love for God by trusting in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(John 14:1)Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. &lt;/strong&gt;Paul speaks a lot about love, and how important love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1 Corinthians 13:4-8) Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end... And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is where all of our love comes from. you can't Love God without loving other people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1 John 4:19-21) We love because he first loved us. If anyone says, "I love God," yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS LOVE. Praise God for loving us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-114895664423550332?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/114895664423550332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=114895664423550332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114895664423550332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114895664423550332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/05/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-114739542225591590</id><published>2006-05-11T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:58:33.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my daughter</title><content type='html'>i wrote this today. after you read it once,then read it again, but read the first line in each stanza all the way down, and then the second line in each ..third etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Daughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you cry little one?&lt;br /&gt;your eyes leak sorrow&lt;br /&gt;can i hold you?&lt;br /&gt;can i rock you to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;little one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why you cry &lt;br /&gt;i know why&lt;br /&gt;can i still hold you?&lt;br /&gt;and take you burdens?&lt;br /&gt;little one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you suffer&lt;br /&gt;take comfort in me knowing&lt;br /&gt;please can i hold you?&lt;br /&gt;for my yoke it light,&lt;br /&gt;little one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgive you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;can i hold you now?&lt;br /&gt;and can i protect you&lt;br /&gt;please little one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-114739542225591590?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/114739542225591590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=114739542225591590' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114739542225591590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114739542225591590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-my-daughter.html' title='To my daughter'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-114727996476491547</id><published>2006-05-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:20:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will praise you in the sunshine and the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/girl_walking_sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/girl_walking_sunflower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, soo.. hmm..God has just really been teaching me a lot lately. He has really been saying Karen you have to settle down, you have to grow up in Christianity. He's really been testing my faith, and what i feel. like..when things went bad at home or with friends i used to get all depressed, and really look it as a negative thing. but now when things go wrong, GOd is just like im still here, and i still love you, so trust in me. i am learning to trust God with everything i have. a comment that a lady made at homegroup last night, was something around this.."it gives me great comfort to know that God knows everything, that when things go wrong God already knows what he can do about it, and why it happened" That just really spoke to me. i never really thought of it like that. and it just opened my eyes to how powerful GOd is. Yeah things aren't going great, but i will worship my Lord!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 33:2 "O Lord, be gracious to us; we long for you. Be our strength every morning, our salvation in time of distress."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-114727996476491547?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/114727996476491547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=114727996476491547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114727996476491547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114727996476491547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-will-praise-you-in-sunshine-and-rain.html' title='I will praise you in the sunshine and the rain'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-114691178095033851</id><published>2006-05-06T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:27:14.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waterfall of many colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://7229/2852/1600/Tall%20View%20Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/Tall%20View%20Waterfall.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at the top of a waterfall. I decided to jump in. As my heart raced it was as if the waterfall was beating on my heart fasater and faster. to the point where i was submerged in water. I was so full of joy i started smiling and as i looked around there were other christians i knew under the water, smiling as well. Suddenly bursts of vibrant color were everywhere, coming out of people, darting out different parts of the water, it was an amazing site. Thank you Lord for a weekend full of visions..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-114691178095033851?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/114691178095033851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=114691178095033851' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114691178095033851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114691178095033851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/05/waterfall-of-many-colors.html' title='waterfall of many colors'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-114653163243545137</id><published>2006-05-01T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:12:39.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy africa dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/visage%20africain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/visage%20africain.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was in a car in africa, and i was driving, and looking around at all the poor people, and i just started balling. so i decided to get out of the car and go talk to them and hug them. so as im walking over, i am surrounded by these little africian kids, who are tugging at my shirt, so i bend down and start hugging them one by one. but then the&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/200/14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re is this one boy, who is obviously the poorest. he pulls my hand to follow him, and i did.(out of no where my leg started bleeding really badly different colors) i was amazed to see these women surrounding a man i think, everyone was wearing orange and purple clothing, and braids in their hair. and there was one woman singing to him, then it was almost like i couldnt see anymore, as if a cloud of smoke came over me, but i felt this thing hold onto me, i was lifted up in the air, where i could see everything. i felt like God was healing me of everything,my leg, but not only me, but a burden i was carrying for someone...it was such an amazing feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-114653163243545137?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/114653163243545137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=114653163243545137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114653163243545137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114653163243545137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-africa-dream.html' title='crazy africa dream'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-114627362413809210</id><published>2006-04-28T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:20:39.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tragus pierced..!</title><content type='html'>it all started a long time ago...actually not to long ago. but anyway, i was sitting on the computer and i decided that i wanted to get my little thingy by my ear pierced. i then went on the internet and typed in "little thingy by your ear" on google. (actually that was made up,haha, but i did type in ear piercings and it popped up.) so then i dicided that i would love it get my TRAGUS pierced. and today randomly, i decided to go, alone, just me, by myself, solo, moi, to get this done....and i am happy to report i am still alive&lt;hence&gt; and that it did not hurt, i am quite happy the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/me%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/me%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as a whole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/1600/me%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/me%20002.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my beautiful piercing!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-114627362413809210?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/114627362413809210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=114627362413809210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114627362413809210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114627362413809210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/04/tragus-pierced.html' title='tragus pierced..!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156196.post-114617789664503946</id><published>2006-04-27T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:30:44.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogspot here i come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogger.com/7229/2852/1600/1%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/1%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/7229/2852/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7229/2852/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what up! so...i've decided that i would create a blogspot, alothough i already have another blog which is &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/faithful777"&gt;www.xanga.com/faithful777&lt;/a&gt; anyway...so...i have been thinking a lot..about me, and how i used to be, and how much i have changed in the past 2 years. God is amazing! -Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156196-114617789664503946?l=beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/feeds/114617789664503946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156196&amp;postID=114617789664503946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114617789664503946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156196/posts/default/114617789664503946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-day-for-a-friend.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogspot-here-i-come.html' title='blogspot here i come!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04978734883564586682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/karenb_5/E014274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
