tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773045887427175812024-03-14T01:06:41.024-07:00I'm not a writer anymoreBut I suppose i'll keep trying.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-47592678441690736492014-02-17T22:59:00.000-08:002014-02-17T22:59:11.688-08:00All that's dead inside. Can be reborn. <div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Formerly known as Jessica Fulcher. A.k.a a slut. An attention seeker, a smoker, a drinker, a pathetic, fat excuse for a living human. She doesn't mean anything to anyone, including herself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">NO. That's who I was TOLD I was. That is NOT who I am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I've battled this question for years. It's not one of those stereotypical self assessment questions where I am trying to figure out the meaning of life or anything like that. I'm not depressed. I'm not questioning any piece of my existence. I'm just on a mission to figure out what i'm really doing. To know myself on a level deeper than the surface. Sure, no one knows me, except for me. When it comes to inside and out, but i feel like, sometimes, i ignore things about myself that need more attention. I feel like if i were really in tune with my body, my emotions and my ways of doing things, I would keep my composure and wouldn't lose control as easy. I don't spiral, I only veer off the path ever so slightly, when something presents itself to me and i'm unfamiliar with it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let's start with the basics. I'm 22. I have split parents. I sleep a lot and i'm whiney. I cry almost every day, and most of the time more than once in a day. I'm trying to figure out exactly what I want in life. I know some things, but some things are still fuzzy, but i feel like it will all continue to be more clear soon. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There are so many things I want to do. I want to take pictures, I want to be a writer, I want to be a mother, I want to be a housewife. How am I supposed to accomplish this. I've really been talking to God more than anything lately. He has been really helping me. I feel like my life has been changing every single moment because of how close I am growing to God. I mean come on, look at the beautiful world we live in. We are so incredibly blessed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">God really got my attention in 2012. I won't be afraid to admit that I was drifting past the point of no return it seemed. I learned what being judged really felt like. I was being judged every moment of my life, it seemed. I will never get it. I don't see how a person can tell you they are there for you one second, and then the next they are leaving you behind because of a mistake...I felt like there wasn't anyone I could truly trust, and when I put faith in someone they took advantage of it. This happened so many times, and it hurt every time, because I always found a way to forgive everyone, and they still hurt me. I felt like there was nothing left of me.. I had lost every ounce of strength I had left. I couldn't understand why i was being judged for everything. Why everyone hated me. I kept spiraling out of control. I let everyones words hurt me. I didn't say stop, I just kept letting life and SATAN smash me into the ground. I didn't love life. I hated life. Everything about it was just pure hell. I was doing stupid, ridiculous things, every day, just to keep my mind, honestly off of how much I hated life. Every person that gave me any kind of attention, made me feel like they were a friend, was saying something behind my back. I know everyone had their hard days, but I felt like I wasn't going to pull through. I really didn't. I was accused of doing things for attention (and maybe I was, heck, I was going to get judged or talked about anyway, why would I care?) One thing I have always hated about myself, is that I dig myself a hole. If i am in a situation that i don't like, i try and talk my way out of it. That's not how life works. Even today I try to do that with my husband and it gets me nowhere but in tears. But I would do this over and over and my life meant less and less to me. I never tried to take my own life, but I felt mentally dead. I felt like I was just walking through life, that I wasn't really doing anything and that I was never going to go anywhere. Suddenly, in the middle of all the chaos. God reminded me, that He was there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My life started to really turn around with this realization. I never really understood what it felt like to live life, until I had to learn to live it again. I felt like a baby learning to walk. I knew life meant something, but what did it mean?? Really. What did it mean. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I still struggle with this. But when I sit in church and let God carry me away, It doesn't feel like a struggle. So many people hold my past over me, mistakes I made, or mistakes people say I made. But what I feel like they don't get, is, that isn't me anymore! I am not that person. God has cleaned me like a shiny new penny. I have left that person behind, and it wouldn't be possible without Him. My heart was black, nothing mattered, and now everything matters. I see all of the beauty in life. Sure there are still times when I cry, but only because I feel like I wasted so much of my life, not expressing my love for life. I held in to everything and didn't have the ability to move on. If I have learned ANYTHING...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Gosh, I promise it does. I never thought it was possible. Even tonight i've been thinking about life, and what I want to do for God to show his love more. I want to write. I want to take pictures. I want to excel at both. I want to change someones life besides my own, and let my words and images say more. I want my words to create images, and my images to create words. Does that make sense? Sure I have so many other plans with my life, but this life, I want to change. I want my life, to help someone elses life! IS it to much? Should I tone down my excitement? Do I need to think more realistically? I don't know. All i know is that I feel God leading me. I want to change lives. I want to let people like me (now and then) know, that it doesn't always get better fast, but it does change. Life never stays the same, and we just have to rely on God to carry us through. My husband is my life, but God is my EVERYTHING. He brought my husband to me. My job to me. My LIFE to me. Why not let HIM bring my FUTURE to me?</span></div>
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Yes. I've gotten behind it seems. I am really sorry for this. But be prepared, because you have 3 different rants coming your way, and a couple of my "January/February Favorites". SO!<br />
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Welllllll.... let's start young love. I won't say what inspired me to write this post, but I was none the less, inspired. The question on my mind, is WHY THE HECK IS YOUNG LOVE SO WRONG?<br />
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This bothers me. I myself, have been "in love" 3 times. I do count each and every time as being in love, because I know how my heart feels when it's in love. I loved these three, during different points on my life, and loved them in very different ways. I loved them for different reasons, and each of them made me who I am because of that love.<br />
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One taught me what it is like to fall for your best friend. What it's like to not care about what other people think, to feel like you need someone to survive.<br />
One taught me what it feels like to be so unsure and so confident all at the same time.<br />
And one taught me what it's like to truly trust someone with every aspect of your life, and what it's like not to be judged for your wrong doings.<br />
What I don't understand is why parents these days see it as such a wrong, and unrealistic thing to love at the age of 16. I am 22 years old, and as I look back, I feel confident in saying that I did love the people I thought I loved then. My feelings on that have not changed. I don't see why adults these days don't see it possible, for humans to be in love if they're under the age of 18. Sure your definition of love matures as you grow older, and love matures as you grow older, but that doesn't mean, when I was 16 years old that I didn't fall in love for the very first time. It doesn't mean that you can't love more than once. If you can love God, at 16, then you can love another person at 16. It never fails to just irk me when I see or hear someones parent tell them that they don't know what love is. Now I will say, I don't believe that you can fall in love with someone in 2 weeks. That's a completely different story. You have to learn someone's soul before you can love it. At least from my experience. I'm not going to say that it's the only truth, but it's definitely what i've seen. I feel, if you can <b><u>UNDERSTAND</u></b> love, then you can do it. But you have to understand it. I do not have a doubt in my mind that people love, at all ages.<br />
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How about debt. And the attitude of "I don't have any".<br />
Sure Dyllon and I are buying a house. The cutest little house.<br />
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I can't wait to make it ours. I feel so good about this. But all I have heard, is this.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">YOU'RE GONNA BE IN DEBT "FOREVER".</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">YOU'RE TOO YOUNG.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">WAIT A WHILE.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">LOOK AROUND.</span><br />
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jeez. I want people to understand the way I see things. First of all. God is on my side. I could end it there. Whhy would I even begin to think that things won't work out in my favor when HE is carrying me?! Negativity may not kill, but it'll get you slapped. Second, I'm not going to be in debt forever. Believe it or not, i'm a twenty something, married to another twenty something, and we BOTH know how to handle our finances. We don't spend all our money on things we don't need, we don't party, we don't waste money, we have our priorities in line. We <u>are</u> ready for this.<br />
We are tired of renting. Gah, and plus, our house payment, is going to be less than our rent now, in a place twice as large, better, nicer, and including all the insurance.<br />
Plus, for goodness sake, it belongs to us. We're not settling, we're STARTING. We're beginning our home life as "The Cavanaugh's" Who knows, start a family. Either way. We're building the foundation of what is to come. We're married. <span style="font-size: x-large;">IT'S IN GOD'S HANDS! </span>We researched this honestly in depth before we considered buying. We shopped around, looked at tons, called about tons, and found this place. We prayed and prayed and prayed. This is it guys, let's throw a party!<br />
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Prepare for more tomorrow, but this is all I can manage tonight. I work first in the morning, and i've had my nose in a book all night.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-87326066512281441772014-01-30T21:08:00.001-08:002014-01-30T21:08:12.773-08:00Today was, pretty normal. Wanna see?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Honestly. Today was a day like any other day. Nothing really special happened. EXCEPT, my realtor let me know that our new home is officially under contract, and we will be moving in soon! Other than that. I went to work. I came home. But I'll let you know the details, no matter how boring..</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1. Me, not being happy because Surry called me at 5 A.M.<br />2. Me not being able to fall back asleep :(<br />3. I got up, and D was making breakfast.<br />4. It was so yummy, I had to take it's picture. It looked beautiful.<br />5. I looked outside, and yep, our yard and driveway is still bright white. Wondering if I am going to be able to take my car to work today. (turns out, my car bossed that snow up!)<br />6. Pages trip, to get coffee and yummy cream cheese squares.<br />7. and 8. Photos of my purchases. (we said no matter how boring.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's getting more boring. <br />1. See, UNDER CONTRACT :D<br />2. Taylor is being normal. <br />3. I guess i'll try to get some work done.<br />4. It took me hours to eat the other one. <br />5. Was an accidental picture.<br />6. I can't get over how easily the backs of these ipods scratch up. I don't know how it happens.<br />7. Break time!<br />8. Trying not to slip and fall on this ice.<br />9. See. Ice. And Snow.<br /> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1. Penelope is all salty.<br />2. Thought i'd show you people where I work. In case you're wondering. I'm a newspaper rat.<br />3. General photo inside my car. Yeah. Woo. Excitement.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1. Yeah, I forgot to show that i was clocking out for break.<br />2. Up the hill, headed home.<br />3. The jeep is salty and dirty too. I see baths for our babies soon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is just what I came home to for the most part. Top right two photos are of me in the car and the fact that I listened to country on the way home. The others are from when Dyllon made me a yummy dinner for my break. And then snuggled down to take a nap right before I left. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought the fact that both of these are blurry was cool. Just general photos of me headed back to the news.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2nd shift tonight. Missing Kristi! Katelyn was entertained by me taking this photo, i told her she looked tiny. Rebecca was incredibly focused, bless her sweet heart. And Cody. Is always Cody :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me being tall. My wall of fame. What I do while I work. Cody with a candy cane.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm getting worn out in the top photo.<br />A Day To Remember is hitting me hard emotionally, and making me more upset in the bottom photo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bottom left is a letter I will probably never give my husband.<br />Bottom right is me watching Taylor Swift get beat up.<br />Top, is in the car, waiting for it to warm up, and heading home.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AND that brings us to now. I'm working on this blog post, and Dyllon is STILL napping. I wake him up now and then to say hey, and try to see if he'll stay awake (he doesn't) but it's okay. I know he needs rest. I'm getting cold though and I think it's time to make some hot chocolate. I hope y'all have enjoyed my boring day. I'm sure you probably expected more of me, but this is my routine. I love it. I wouldn't trade it for a thing in the world. I love my life. My job. My husband. I love it all.<br /><br /><br />Even if I am in a bad mood tonight. I'm thankful to be alive.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-33296818245465088832014-01-29T19:28:00.001-08:002014-01-29T19:28:34.836-08:00HELP WANTEDWell I had snow photos, but silly brainless, home buying me, lost all composure when it was time to clock out, and I left my memory card in to computer at work. I'm brilliant, I know.<br />
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Someone, please.. inspire me..<br />
I want to write...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-64891926521128906082014-01-26T16:39:00.000-08:002014-01-26T16:55:41.415-08:00Page 26 / 365.<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'GFS Didot', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"><b>Write a letter to your 17-year-old self.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: GFS Didot, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Happy Birthday! This is your 22 year old self. Look at you, 17. I can't believe how grown you think you are. You aren't. I promise. You've got so much to learn. Your life is about to change. That boy you like? He's going to break your heart. It will be your first heart break. It will hurt. But you will gain a life long best friend from meeting him. Samantha. Hold on tight. You're about to enter a roller coaster. This coming February, you will have your first kiss. He will kiss you once, and then he won't do it ever again. You will do all kinds of things someone your age, probably shouldn't do, but you will learn a lesson. He is going to stop talking to you, but Samantha is going to stick by your side no matter what happens, so keep your head up. The two of you are going to have a crazy wild summer together, with lots of rapping, lots of uno, and lots of singing in the car. Tons of late nights, boys after boys after boys after boys, lots of nights at Dairy Queen, and some movie nights at the apartments on Hawaii lane. You're also going to discover a boy, who has been by your side the whole time, quit teasing him and date him. He will make you happy for 11 months. You will have some pretty killer fights, he's going to wreck his car, and you and Samantha are going to part ways for a while because of him, but don't worry. You and your first real love, will also give each precious gift. Something so precious, that you will never ever forget each other. This is a big deal. But you'll take it for granted. You won't regret giving that gift to him though. The two of you are going to have an awesome time together. Your first summer as just the two of you, you're going to go to the beach together. Batten down the hatches though, because he's about to rock your world. You have noticed that is has been getting harder to get him to say he loves you. Just breathe. He's going to call you a week after you get back to the beach, and tell you he needs to talk to you. Try to keep calm, and go ahead. When you get to where he is, please try not to cry too much, because that just shows you're weak. You're going to cry a lot anyway, even though, you probably shouldn't have. It's okay though, this is a different kind of heart break. Your first true love is going to leave you for another girl that night. He's also going to lie to you about it. But you're strong. You can get through even though right now you're defeated. I will warn you, it will only get worse. But it won't be bad forever. Samantha is going to find her way back into your life. You are going to be close with her for a while, but that first true love of yours, is going to keep his lies going into your head, about Samantha. You and her, will fight more. It will actually get so bad, that there will be a terrible fight between your first true love, and her best guy friend. You may think he's standing up for you now. But he's going to screw you over again, for the girl with the glasses. The girl he left you for to begin with. How I wish I could stop you. How I wish I could tell you how NOT worth it he is. But I can't. I will only tell you it will get better someday. You are going to turn 18. You and Samantha are going to part ways again. You are going to part ways with your first true love as well. But it's okay because a very sweet, very scrawny guy, will meet you at Walmart one night. He's going to make you smile, make you laugh, and give you his jacket. The two of you are going to go on dates every weekend, he is going to help you keep gas in your car. He's going to be the best friend in the world to you, and you are going to love him so much. But you aren't going to want to be with him. (You're ridiculous.. and still hurting from your first true love) He will be understanding though, and stick by you. He won't care what the other people say. You will string him along behind you, for half a year. You will also fancy a soldier, come summer time, and it will be so hard for you to choose one. So you just keep them a secret from each other. You're a jerk. You will break the sweetie's spirit, to pursue the soldier. Only, to find, that the sweetie, is the one you need. You will come crawling back to him, and after tears for days, he will forgive you, and the two of you will be completely lost in a whirlwind of love. You're going to move out of your moms house because your step daddy is going to be more than you can handle. You're going to get tired of his mean words. You're going to move in with a sweet friend who is going to help you, and he is going to be with you. He is going to love you hard, and love you strong. You're also, going to become friends with Samantha again. She likes him too. He is going to give you every single piece of him, and you're going to fall for it all. He is going to wrap you up in his arms, and take you away from every kind of love you've known. He's going to change you. Wonderful right? If only teenage years worked like that. You're turning 19 now, and you never see the sweetie, whom you've called yours for 4 months of bliss now. He seems distant, and has started drinking heavy. You almost have to beg him to come around. You know what's coming. Just hold on sweetie. This is going to be rough. He's going to break up with you on your 4 month anniversary, and he will do it over the phone. I am sorry. You are going to go through the worst pain you've ever felt. He is going to crush you. You realize that your true love, was never love. That this is what real love was. You loved the sweetie, until he turned mean. Until he hated you because he was told to. This is not going to go away quick. You are going to become distant. I wish you would not do that. But you will. You will lose almost all of your friends just because you're so devastated. He's going to tease you for months and months, take advantage of your mind, and of your body. You're going to let him. You're going to lose weight, and take up smoking. You're going to start getting less sleep and you're going to skip school. He's going to change you even more. One day, you're going to be on the way to the gas station, to buy cigarettes, and you're going to see that they're building something new in Dobson. A "Sheetz". You've never heard of Sheetz before, but you need a job.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: GFS Didot, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Jessica Louise <b>Cavanaugh</b></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-57040981032274372812014-01-21T19:46:00.002-08:002014-01-21T19:46:45.090-08:00We've gotta catch up sometime.<br />
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Well, since there's no snow. :| And i'm sitting here doing nothing at all, (besides trying to stay warm) Maybe i'll blog a little. I have been slacking major, after I was doing so good with the daily blog.</div>
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Huffington Post inspires me. I saw this post today, and it had be feeling so much better about my life, and the stress seemed to float away. </div>
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<b>Things To Know, Understand and Live By:</b></div>
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<b>1. It's OK to think you're awesome.</b> </div>
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<b>2. Choose yourself. </b></div>
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<b>3. Twenty seconds of courage is all you need </b>when you're feeling fearful or anxious.</div>
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<b>4. Ask for help.</b> </div>
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<b>5. Stop being so jaded.</b> </div>
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<b>6. Forgiveness and acceptance are freeing and necessary to maintain peace of mind. </b></div>
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<b>7. It's OK to change your mind</b> on anything, big or small, at any time.</div>
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<b>8. Make the time to foster your creativity</b>, always.</div>
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<b>9. Don't be afraid of change.</b></div>
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<b>10. It's OK to not be friends with people anymore.</b> </div>
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<b>11. Choose Love.</b></div>
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<b>To Do:</b></div>
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<b>12. Cook.</b> </div>
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<b>13. Learn a second language fluently.</b> </div>
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<b>14. Back up my phone and computer regularly. </b></div>
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<b>15. Treat the weekends as more than just a time to go out.</b> There's something sacred in having 48+ hours of consecutive free time to do things you can't usually do on the weekday... things that go beyond just going out. Examples include hanging with loved ones in a non-party setting, reading, sleeping, writing, creative endeavors, catching up with long-distance family and friends, cleaning, learning a new skill and spending quality time alone.</div>
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<b>16. Relearn history/Watch the news.</b> </div>
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<b>17. Live abroad for at least six months.</b> </div>
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<b>18. Learn self defense.</b></div>
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<b>19. Stop biting my nails.</b> It's just a gross habit.</div>
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<b>20. Have a savings account.</b> </div>
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<b>21. Appreciate and spend quality time with my parents more. </b></div>
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<b>22. Make my bed every day and eat breakfast.</b> It just feels more adult-like to make my bed in the morning and eat a healthy first meal.</div>
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<b>23. Take care of my body.</b> </div>
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<b>24. Have better posture.</b></div>
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<b>25. Stop being addicted to technology.</b> I want to stop checking my phone, emails and Facebook first thing in the morning/last thing at night, as well as throughout the day as much as I do.</div>
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(Source: The Huffington Post)</div>
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Definitely some words to live by :)</div>
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Got my wheels a'turnin.</div>
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I'm so easily inspired lately. Everything I see and do in life, bring me to love being on this earth more. I have developed the ability to find the beauty in everything.</div>
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Like, yesterday, I went on a walk down main street, and I just decided to take photos of everything I saw. I saw so many different things, that were simple and beautiful without even trying.</div>
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discovering simple beauties in life are what seem to make me the most happy as of now.</div>
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I've been so busy, but I've been thinking non stop, about things I wanna see and do with life, from finding the perfect house, to finding the perfect black flats.</div>
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From finding a chevron shower curtain, drinking more smoothies, life has become such an inspired adventure. </div>
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I want to hang nothing but black and white pictures in my house, but I want them to be in colored frames. Two purple frames I received as wedding gifts were my inspiration for that. </div>
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Imagine Dragons - It's Time</div>
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Helpless When She Smiles - BSB</div>
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Some Nights - FUN</div>
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Devils Den - Skrillex</div>
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If It Means A Lot To You - ADTR</div>
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Lights - Ellie Goulding</div>
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Something to Believe in - Parachute</div>
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Doing It Wrong - Drake</div>
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Kiss Me When I'm Down - Gary Allen</div>
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Always Attract - You Me At Six</div>
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Hot Revolver - Weezy</div>
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Get Your Shine On - Florida Georgia Line</div>
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We'll Be Fine - Drake</div>
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Personal - Stars</div>
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Just The Way You Are (Cover) - Boyce Avenue</div>
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Natalie - Bruno Mars</div>
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One Thing - One Direction</div>
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Hands All Over Me - Maroon 5</div>
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The Time - Black Eyed Peas</div>
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Smother Me - The Used</div>
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You and I - Lady Gaga</div>
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Drunk On You - Luke Bryan</div>
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Will You Be There - MJ</div>
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Louder Than Thunder - TDWP</div>
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We'll Be A Dream - WTK</div>
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All Me - Drake</div>
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This list definitely comes in handy on nights where i'm like, I am gonna listen to nothing but sad songs and drown in my sadness. sad sad. </div>
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I've also decided that I am going to spend much more time heating healthy, and less time calling myself fat. Where will that get me? Nowhere. </div>
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I also need to write more letters, and draw more often. </div>
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Tattoos are coming as well, this summer, once Dyllon and I get our money right..</div>
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**naaa….naa…na na, wait'll I get my money right**</div>
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Maybe i'll finally be brave enough to get the half sleeve. In honoring my Papaw, I think I can pull it off.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-77398418051793879612014-01-18T03:01:00.001-08:002014-01-18T03:01:08.015-08:00I'm slackingBut i've also been lacking in sleep.<br />
Soon, i'll catch up.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-18323321888852807842014-01-16T01:55:00.001-08:002014-01-16T01:55:57.281-08:00I am a third shift wife.I see more sunrise photos coming.<br />
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My name is Jessica Louise Cavanaugh, and I have third shift wife syndrome.<br />This tragic, and unfortunately common syndrome of wives of hard working husbands, has many different side effects, from extreme to mild.<br />
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1. Taking way to many selfies, and messing with filters.<br />
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2. Listening to a specific playlist of either songs from my wedding, or sad songs that make me cry. Either choice, I become emotional, and cry. </div>
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3. Spending 2 hours in the bathtub, watching old tv shows until the water is cold and all the bubbles have popped. </div>
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4. Staring at myself in the mirror and picking parts of me that I need to fix because I hate how I look sometimes. Gr. </div>
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5. Searching for tons of diets, telling myself I will start eating healthy tomorrow. Always. This one I need to just put into action and get it over with. </div>
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6. Praying. I spend so much time praying for my and my husband's future, our jobs, home buying, family starting and for patience. That's something I really need to work on. </div>
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7. I probably spend a good 30 minutes every night making myself mad. I for some reason slip into this place where I get jealous for no reason, I start asking Dyllon if there are any girls talking to him, or blah blah blah, but after like I said, 30 minutes or so, i'm over it for the most part. </div>
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8. Creepy, paranoid, side of youtube. Yoouu know you've been there too. That part of youtube where people post about UFO's and the end of the world, and loud "unexplained noises" ? Yeah. I get there too sometimes, but I try not to stay long because if I do, there is NO chance of sleeping.</div>
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9. Trying to sleep. I DO this, I promise, but then I end up scrolling through instagram or watching a Jenna Marbles video for the 19th time, or something like that. And before I know it hours have passed. </div>
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11. Dancing like i'm sexy through the bedroom.<br />This happens. I have no shame.</div>
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13. Plucking my eyebrows. This happens like every day. I probably won't have any left before it's over with. </div>
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14. Watching Say Yes to the Dress.<br />I swear, I watch at least 4 or 5 episodes of this every single night. Well, I guess it counts as watching, It's really just background noise for when i'm on tumblr. Haha. </div>
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15. Contemplating letting my stretched ears grow back up. But then I never do.</div>
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16. Draw tattoos. If anyone needs a design. I've got you covered.</div>
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<b>Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.</b></div>
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This one, hit me right in the face. HARD. I know i’m not the only person who has ever taken something from this but this one is a biggie. And I think it knew what it was doing when it found me. I have been having trouble lately, loving some of those around me as brothers and sisters in Christ. I have grudges against people, and anger, and all kinds of anger toward people in my life. This really lets me know what’s what when it comes to God’s love. I was always familiar with it from the beginning, but I am learning so much every day. This really helps me realize that even though people around us, extremely involved in our lives or not, are going to hurt us, and make us mad, but there is no reason for any other emotion to be expressed, other than love. God loves us so much, and sent Jesus, HIS son, to die for our sins. That is an ultimate love. This tells me that I look completely foolish, for being upset over simple words, or crazy actions of others. Best advice i’ve heard in a while. God, you are too good to me. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-61200653596271680152014-01-14T19:30:00.001-08:002014-01-14T19:30:46.250-08:00I'm slacking. I know.But i'm home from work and Dyllon is about to leave, so i'll write for SURE, when he leaves.<br />
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I love you. I just want you to know how perfect you are for me, when it comes to a best friend. I don't know what I would do without you. You help me more than you could possibly know, just by being there. Even if we haven't talked that day, I know if I needed you, I could call you. I am so proud of what you have become. You are beautiful, smart, a completely inspiring mom, and you'll be the most amazing wife one day. Jake sure is blessed to have you. I know life gets hard on you sometimes, and you feel like everyone is working against you, but I want you to know that, despite our questionable past, i'll never work against you. Our friendship has been nothing less than a journey, with more milestones, and rewards, and falls, than any I have ever heard of. I am so happy that as we got older, we stopped trying to find reasons to not be friends, and we just let what is supposed to happen, happen. Which is be best friends, twins, soul sisters and sisters in Christ. We have been placed into this friendship together for the long run, and for a reason. Whether it's so I can hug you, and tell you how wonderful you are when you feel like you're not going to move further into your future. Or whether it is because so you can talk me down from my impatience, when it comes to wanting to make my family grow. We are the so different sometimes, but more often than not, we are so the same, it's almost scary. Whether it's learning raps so we can be awesome and on point, or laughing at something totally inappropriate, we are completely twinning, constantly. In the way God put Dyllon on the earth for me, I totally believe that he put YOU on the earth for me. I am so proud of you. You have grown so much since we've been friends, (which is weird, I know, given that you're older) But our relationship has matured so much. You know me inside and out, and I wouldn't have it any other way. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-44866322043262690122014-01-12T05:40:00.001-08:002014-01-12T05:40:44.416-08:00I'm going to be crying a lot today.I can tell already.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-30954972316284164342014-01-12T03:25:00.000-08:002014-01-12T03:28:01.647-08:00GUYS! CAN I PLEASE GO BACK IN TIME??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-28947663283671201372014-01-12T02:49:00.002-08:002014-01-12T02:49:54.499-08:00Well good morning...ish!After spending most of the evening watching movies, messing with my hair, and eating cheese nips, I am STILL AWAKE. Haha. I spent most of the day sleeping it away Dyllon, since he got home from work, so I guess you could say that my sleeping schedule is a little lopsided. It just seems that my body is getting more and more needy when it comes to Dyllon. Trying to sleep without him is almost near impossible anymore, which isn't good for me at all, especially when it comes to me working during the day! AGGGH! I don't want to say i'm obsessed with him but there is just, that comfort there. Without him here, i'm just sitting here, like, la. lala. la. What now. For now I feel fine, who knows how i'm going to feel once I get home from church. <div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">'When hard pressed, I cried to the LORD; he brought me into a spacious place. The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?'</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This reminds me of a conversation that I have been having with a sweet friend of mine here lately as she has hard times. This one is probably the best advice I could give. I definitely need to write this one down, and if anyone needs help from me, I'll just say this to them. How beautiful is this. This is one of the parts of life I love the most. If times are hard and hurtful, Jesus will carry you away to a quiet place. He is always with you, no matter where you hide. God always always has his arms around you. Things get hard, I know. It's so rough, growing up, or dealing with everyone around trying to hurt you, or being alone. But no matter the situation, if you put all of your faith in the Lord and let it go, He will help you. God's love is like a shield, keeping you happy, and safe, but you just have to let it. I know exactly what it feels like, to block out EVERYTHING. I did it for too long. Far too long. But once I discovered that God was there for me, no matter how low I had sunk, and that no matter how crappy things got, He still forgives me. I feel like if I could get this point across to people who are feeling like I was, then the world would be so much more happy and so much more blessed. The Lord is with me always, why do I have any reason to be afraid. The assurance is overwhelming. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So my best friend and I were talking about our days yesterday, like we tend to do if we haven't talked in a bit, and she told me, that a lady came through her line, and proceeded to tell her "Do not get married, you have to cook, and clean, and give them sex". This is a prime example of why people these days do not fail to surprise me, when it comes to how little they know about being married. I feel like I should be wrong about this, but I know i'm not, because sure i'm a newlywed, but that doesn't matter! Marriage isn't give and no receive in return. That's not how it works. If you see it that way, then you're doing it WRONG. I'm not judging anyone, but there is so much more to marriage than that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Really? That's funny, because, I rarely cook. My husband cooks. And very well I might add. But that's beside that point. Again, you don't HAVE to cook. You cook because you want to make sure you, your husband, and your kids have dinner. And if you don't want to cook, then ask your husband to cook. I don't think I have EVER met a man, who didn't jump at the chance of taking over the responsibility of a meal. My husband loves to cook. It keeps him calm and makes him happy. But maybe that's just me. I think I got my point across. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This one really works my nerves. Since when is sex a one sided act? I'm pretty sure, that if you don't want to have sex with your husband, then it isn't required to. But you should WANT TO. That's one of the fun parts of being married. (Yeah, I said it) Sex is a mutual act where you give all of yourself to the other person, where the two of you become one with each other, and express your love to each other because you love your spouse so much. GOODNESS. It's shameful that sex is seen by some women as just something that you do to shut your husband up. Where's the romance? The passion? I mean, I know once you have kids, and you get older, that you get more tired at night, and sometimes, you don't always feel like it, but I can promise you, as I get older, I won't let to fire burn out. It's not going to happen. I love my husband with every bit of myself and I will ALWAYS be attracted to him no matter. That's kind of what love is about. Never letting the fire burn out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know a LOT of people will not agree with this, but this has really been the golden rule when it comes to my marriage. God being number one, at the top of the list, nestled right into the middle of our marriage. Has done wonders. Really. Anytime there is any kind of difference, I just remind myself that God brought me to my husband because he is my perfect mate. Dyllon Charles was made for me since day one. How special am I? To have a soul, specially crafted by the creator himself, made, to fit my soul perfectly like puzzle pieces that should have never been separated. One of the beautiful things in life that I will never really get over. It's beautiful, and poetic, and I love it. If you keep this in your mind, and apply it to your marriage, it will do wonders, i'm telling you. I'm not trying to offend anyone, I'm more trying to help, so that people like that woman who told my best friend not to get married, will change their point of view. I don't want people like her who are sour to such a sacred thing, going around telling others that it's just all give and no get. That's not marriage. Marriage, is mutual and wonderful, IF you know what you're doing. Just take a little time and learn the tricks of the trade and you won't be let down. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Let me tell ya, I love when Friday comes around. This work week has gone by kinda quick, but Friday's are still sacred. It's rainy, and messy and cold, and I definitely want to stay home and sleep instead of going to work tonight, but hopefully I won't have to work tomorrow, and I can sleep and drink tea and watch movies all day ;) </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">'But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: “Be holy, because I am holy."'</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">YAY! Be holy in all you do! Be holy in your thoughts, in your actions, and in your state of mind. Lovely! God feels, that we are worthy of every ounce of love He has, why would we not let it flow out of us and surround others? This is so inspiring. I strive, to let God's love pour into everything that <i>I do. </i>Not that it isn't a struggle. It is. I get cranky easily. I let little things bother me, and when people try to hurt me or make me angry, they almost always succeed. And it's not a rare occurrence of me, to snap right back with something ill tempered to say, just to hurt them like they hurt me. That is not a good character trait that I am really working to fix. Any kind of prayer offered is totally okay with me because this is an incredible struggle that I've dealt with for years. But yes. THANK GOODNESS for God's love, and forgiveness, because we would all be lost without Him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><span class="text Matt-6-19" style="background-color: white;"><span class="woj">“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth,<span class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-23302B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></span> where moths and vermin destroy,<span class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-23302C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></span> and where thieves break in and steal.</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="text Matt-6-20" id="en-NIV-23303" style="background-color: white;"><span class="woj">But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven,<span class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-23303D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)"></span> where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.</span></span><span class="text Matt-6-21" id="en-NIV-23304" style="background-color: white;"><span class="woj"><span class="versenum" style="vertical-align: top;"> </span>For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text Matt-6-21" style="background-color: white;"><span class="woj">Beautiful. Wonderful. Thank you JESUS! This one is definitely an inspiration and a help. A lot of the time, I get caught up in the material things of the world. I will totally admit it, without any shame. I let things get to me when it comes to things, that DON'T EVEN MATTER. Like today for instance, my landlord called me and told me that she had not received our rent for the month of december, and I totally lost myself. I was angry, and upset, and stressed, and worried, so much, all in a matter of minutes. I had lost all faith and lost myself. (She found our rent) Everything became okay, and I realized, that I had taken it upon myself to be worried. I need to stop that. New Years Resolution (a few days late) Let God handle it. HE'S GOT THIS. I love my Jesus, He is more powerful than any other, that's what this verse tells me. Don't let money, cars, and everything else become the most important thing to you! Save up your love, and hope, and faith, for Heaven one day. Because when we meet our saviour, none of this is going to matter. All of our computers, and cars, and money, will all be gone, and our home with Jesus will be brand new, and totally perfect! None of this will matter then, don't let it matter now. Just leave it all up to God! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>This has been hard to talk about ever since I quit, given that some people in my life didn't know what I had an addiction to begin with, but it has been a little over a year since I quit smoking, and I couldn't possibly be more thankful. I was smoking probably a 3/4 of a pack a day or more, when I met my husband. He didn't like it, but he didn't try and stop me. He just told me how bad it was for me, and let me keep smoking. I had been dealing with such bitter heartbreak, and sadness and stress in my life, that smoking was my getaway. I didn't smoke to be "cool" like the other people around me who smoked. I smoked when I was upset, when i was stressed, when I was sad, whenever I felt any kind of emotion except happy. Which seemed to be more often than not. It was ruining my wallet, and ruining my health, but I couldn't stop. I felt like I needed them, to keep me calm. I could feel myself depending on them more and more, as Dyllon and I became closer. One day, outside of Sheetz, he blew my mind, i'll never ever forget it. He reached over, just as I had lit up, and he put it out with his hand. He just grabbed the smoldering end of the cigarette, and burned it out with his fingers. I can't remember ever being so shocked with someone. As I think back on it now, It was such a genuine, form of caring, from someone who barely knew me, that I will probably only experience once. It was like, he couldn't control it, and he did exactly what he'd been wanting to do. Once we started dating, I quit. I couldn't do it anymore without feeling bad for him. I snuck a couple in our first month, and once he found out he was incredibly upset, and since then I have not looked at a cigarette the same. I can't do it. Why would I shorten my life and ruin my health? Especially when I've been blessed with such a caring, loving husband such as mine. I love him more than anything for changing my life. A ton of migraines, cravings even today, and a bunch of money saved later, my lungs are healthier now, and I am so thankful for my husband for helping me let it all go. For helping our future children, and for helping my lungs. Talk about a life changer. Talk about a life saver. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Amos. I am sad to say I have never really dove into the book of Amos before. it's one of those that has slipped past me and I have never gotten to fully experience. What a beautiful verse though. Seek the Lord and LIVE :D How wonderful. If you keep your eyes on the skies and let God lead you through, you can live life and life more abundantly. I love the thought. I can only hope that with much prayer and much practice, I can get to the point in my life where I trust God with my every move. It's not that I don't trust him now, I just need to trust him a little more and let him carry me :) I'm somewhat of a worry wort anyway. But this definitely ties into what I was whining about earlier. Maybe I just need to let God handle the discomforts in my body and not let the evils of the world tell me everything that is wrong. I am going to be just fine! God is going to heal me! I hope this blesses every one of you like it has blessed me. </span></div>
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3 cups of self-raising flour<br />1 cup caster sugar<br />250g white chocolate chips<br />125g butter, melted<br />1 egg<br />1 cup milk<br />1/2 cup cream<br />1 teaspoon vanilla essence<br />200g frozen raspberries</div>
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♥ Preheat oven to 200 degrees celcius. Line a muffin tray with 12 liners.<br />♥ Place flour sugar and white chocolate in a bowl. Add the better, egg, milk, cream and vanilla. Mix well with a wooden spoon.<br />♥ Add in the raspberries. Gently mix. You don’t want to over mix all you’ll turn the mix a pinky/grey colour.<br />♥ Bake for 25 minutes.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465834445349308430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677304588742717581.post-61731812652321317932014-01-07T12:44:00.000-08:002014-01-07T12:44:58.750-08:00Ephesians 5:1-2 <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>'Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.'</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Good afternoon! What an amazing example. It amazes me more and more every day how much easier it is to understand the word of God. I used to just move right past verses because I didn't get it, but now it's like, It's hard for me to find one that I don't understand. God truly has been moving in my life, and it's so easy to find His word in everything that I do. The hard part is searching for more, making it more of a challenge to find things. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I truly am trying my best to follow His example in my life. Like my daddy, He only wants what's best for me, and He wants me to simply walk in love. That's what I am going to really try to do. I am so easily influenced by others opinions of me. People saying mean things about me, and all kinds of things like that, really change the act and feel. That is a work of process in itself. But with HIS help. I know anything can be accomplished.<br /><br />Everyone have a safe, warm Tuesday! <3</span><br />
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<a href="http://lovinglifeathome.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/praying-for-your-husband-from-head-to-toe.pdf" style="border: 0px; clear: left; color: #bb5974; float: left; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="blank"><img alt="Pray for Your Husband from Head to Toe | free printable from Loving Life at Home" class="alignright size-large wp-image-3421" src="http://lovinglifeathome.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/praying-for-your-husband-from-head-to-toe-copy.jpg?w=714&h=924" style="border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 4px; border-top-right-radius: 4px; border: none; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4) 0px 1px 1px; display: inline; float: right; height: auto; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1em; max-width: 100%;" /></a><span style="background-color: white;">Ruth Bell Graham advises wives to “tell your mate the positive, and tell God the negative.” Take your concerns to God. <strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Faithfully lift up your husband in prayer every day, and you will likely notice a transformation not only in him, but in yourself, as well.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Of course, we needn’t wait until there is some problem or disagreement before beginning this practice. A wife can and should routinely intercede on her husband’s behalf.<strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> Prayer should be a habit of life, something we do continuously and “without ceasing.” </strong>(<a href="http://biblehub.com/1_thessalonians/5-17.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">1 Thessalonians 5:17</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">There are many different daily, weekly or monthly plans available that can help make praying for your husband more systematic, but one of my favorites is praying for your spouse from head to toe. I heard about this concept several years ago. What follows is my own take on it, plus a free <a href="http://lovinglifeathome.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/praying-for-your-husband-from-head-to-toe.pdf" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="blank">printable version</a>you can use in your personal prayer time.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ask that God would keep it sharp and focused and that his thoughts would not be conformed to this world, but would be transformed and renewed by the power of God. (<a href="http://biblehub.com/romans/12-2.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Romans 12:2</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ask that he would guard them diligently and would set no worthless thing before them. (<a href="http://biblehub.com/psalms/101-3.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Psalm 101:3</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ask that they’d be tuned to hear God’s still, small voice and that your husband would always remain attentive to the Holy Spirit’s promptings. (<a href="http://biblehub.com/1_thessalonians/5-19.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">1 Thessalonians 5:19</a>;<a href="http://biblehub.com/isaiah/30-9.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank"> Isaiah 30:9</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ask that no unwholesome talk would proceed from it, but only what is good for building others up. Pray that your husband would always and only speak the truth in love. (<a href="http://biblehub.com/ephesians/4-15.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Ephesians 4:15</a>, <a href="http://biblehub.com/ephesians/4-29.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">29</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ask that Christ would sit enthroned upon it, that your husband would love God with all his heart and soul and might, that he’d love his neighbor as himself. (<a href="http://biblehub.com/mark/12-30.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Mark 12:30-31</a>) Pray for his heart to remain soft toward you (<a href="http://biblehub.com/proverbs/5-18.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Proverbs 5:18-19</a>) and to be knitted to the hearts of his children. (<a href="http://biblehub.com/malachi/4-6.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Malachi 4:6</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ask that God would strengthen them and make them firm. Pray that your husband would take delight in his labor and that God would bless the work of his hands. (<a href="http://biblehub.com/psalms/90-17.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Psalm 90:17</a>, <a href="http://biblehub.com/ecclesiastes/3-22.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Ecclesiastes 3:22</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ask that God would give him strength and stamina, that your husband might run with endurance the race that is set before him, without growing weary or fainting along the way (<a href="http://biblehub.com/isaiah/40-31.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Isaiah 40:31</a>; <a href="http://biblehub.com/hebrews/12-1.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Hebrews 12:1</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ask that they’d be quick to flee from temptation, to turn away from evil, and to faithfully pursue wisdom, righteousness, peace, love, and truth. (<a href="http://biblehub.com/2_timothy/2-22.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">2 Timothy 2:22</a>; <a href="http://biblehub.com/psalms/34-14.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Psalm 34:14</a>; <a href="http://biblehub.com/proverbs/4-5.htm" style="border: 0px; color: #bb5974; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Proverbs 4:5-7</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">So that’s the whole plan. It takes only a few minutes to cover your husband in prayer from head to toe. Can you imagine the benefits you both will reap if you’ll make it a habit to pray this way for your spouse every day?</span></div>
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