<?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-4742820339430517405</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:38:42.694-04:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='women'/><category term='children'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='c3 women'/><category term='peace'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='grace'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='music'/><category term='info'/><category term='fall'/><category term='joy'/><category term='faith'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='Madea'/><category term='hope'/><category term='You Tube'/><category term='new site'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='rain'/><category term='travel'/><category term='family'/><category term='mercy'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='football'/><category term='Madea Goes To Jail'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='social issues'/><category term='Tyler Perry'/><category term='2008'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='C3 Christmas Project'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>C3 Wives</title><subtitle type='html'>Real Staff Wives of Orange County</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C3 Wives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313888239230775454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-4374020532290745683</id><published>2008-01-01T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:09:55.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new site'/><title type='text'>Onward and Upward</title><content type='html'>Please visit our new blog site &lt;a href="http://www.c3wives.wordpress.com"&gt;here at www.c3wives.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.  We have a beautiful new site for 2008, and all of the posts of 2007 are there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the flip side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C3 Wives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-4374020532290745683?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/4374020532290745683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=4374020532290745683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4374020532290745683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4374020532290745683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2008/01/onward-and-upward.html' title='Onward and Upward'/><author><name>C3 Wives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313888239230775454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7516726215286583011</id><published>2008-01-01T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:56:24.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Guitar</title><content type='html'>I'm not big on making New Years Resolutions, mainly because I never keep them.  I start out with a bang, but usually start slacking off around week 2 of January.  Barry and I are going to write out our goals for 2008...maybe if we call them "goals" instead of "resolutions" we'll have more success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell you all of them (because then you might actually ask me about one of them in February or March!)  Maybe in December I'll write about the goals that actually got accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the goals I have for this year is to learn how to play my guitar.  About 2 years ago Barry and I went to a conference and I heard a young lady sing and play the song "All for Love".  It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard and I vowed at that moment, even though I had never even strummed a guitar, that I would learn how to play and sing that song.  Well, a year passed by and I still hadn't attempted to play a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for Mother's Day last year, Barry surprised me with...you guessed it...A GUITAR!  He even got me an electronic tuner and a couple of books that teach you how to play the guitar in just a few easy (ha!) lessons.  I was really into it for a couple of days...then my fingers hurt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have visions of me being able to sing and play "All for Love" just like the girl I saw, so 2008 will be the year that I learn how to play my guitar...or at least learn the major chords!  Anybody have any tips on how to keep my fingers from hurting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7516726215286583011?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7516726215286583011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7516726215286583011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7516726215286583011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7516726215286583011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-and-my-guitar.html' title='Me and My Guitar'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6305795785600713509</id><published>2008-01-01T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:11:04.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Here's To Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/R3psQXY43fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JBsGAA-ujAI/s1600-h/DSC_6452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/R3psQXY43fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JBsGAA-ujAI/s400/DSC_6452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150548152263695858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thanks for the memories!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of 2007 has been a challenging - often painful - part of the journey, and few understand this like "The Real Staff Wives of Orange County": the pastor's wives at C3 Church.  These, my sisters, know what the past year has been - for me, for themselves, their husbands, friends, and for the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, Andrea, and Sandi are the "Real Staff Wives of Orange County", but they are not defined by their position, who their husbands are, how "well" they perform, what others say about them...etc.  They are defined by "whose" they are - THEY ARE HIS:  Christ followers with a passion for others to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because they know whose (and whom) they are that they can love with abandon, give 'til they feel it, lose and not look back, and be...really be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;barbaric&lt;/span&gt; in their spreading of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these "&lt;a href="http://www.womenofc3.wordpress.com"&gt;graceful barbarians&lt;/a&gt;", and I thank them for their patience, their sacrifice, their endurance, their support...and for their love, in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandi, Andrea, and Amanda:&lt;br /&gt;You rock! Thanks for being warriors on this path of peace - I wouldn't trade you for anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2008 - It's gonna be a crazy-great ride.  Thanks for being in it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,  Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6305795785600713509?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6305795785600713509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6305795785600713509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6305795785600713509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6305795785600713509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-to-tomorrow.html' title='Here&apos;s To Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/R3psQXY43fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JBsGAA-ujAI/s72-c/DSC_6452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3734576618760681539</id><published>2007-12-29T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:00:01.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007!</title><content type='html'>Now that Andrea has a blog of her own, I feel more of a responsibility to blog. She was the glue holding this site together! I'm not promising something everyday, but I will try to be more consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a busy and fun-filled week celebrating Christmas. Barry and I are so blessed to have both of our families living within about 3 miles of each other in Melbourne. We were able to spend lots of time with our families, visiting 3 sets of grandparents having the kids get to see all of their aunts, uncles, and cousins from both sides. We had 3 babies born in 2007 in our family and it was special to have them all together for their first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on 2007, I have to say that I'm not sad to see it go. I have personally experienced many lows throughout the year, more than I care to count. However, there is nothing more exciting to me than being able to look back on an event or a series of events and see how God not only brought me through the fire, but made me stronger because of it. I'm not saying that I've "arrived" or that I have all the answers, but I can say that I am thankful for the lessons God has taught me throughout this year, even if those lessons did come with great pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several verses that I have clung to over the past year, but I think these are the ones that spoke to me the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 8:35 - 40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;35Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36As it is written: "For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered."[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%208:35%20-%2040;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-28138a"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;] 37No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%208:35%20-%2040;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-28140b"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see what 2008 holds for my walk with Christ, my family, and c3 church. I know that no matter what,  NOTHING can seperate me from the love of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3734576618760681539?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3734576618760681539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3734576618760681539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3734576618760681539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3734576618760681539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2007!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5571294041074784879</id><published>2007-12-28T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:59:11.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Whoa... I must calm down!</title><content type='html'>I'm mentally preparing for a relaxing day.  Sounds weird, I know.  Mentally preparing to relax?!  I just now feel like the holidays are finally winding down for me and I have today off... what do I do with myself?!  My house is clean.  My husband is fed.  My cat is fed.  I am fed.  There aren't many errands to do.  This is stressful for me!  I think I'll visit with some friends today.  Maybe I'll take a trip to Miss Amy's or my new friend Carrie's with &lt;a href="http://www.monicahunt.blogspot.com"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;.  We may go hang out with &lt;a href="http://www.angiebledsoe.wordpress.com"&gt;Angie &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.byronbledsoe.wordpress.com"&gt;Byron&lt;/a&gt; tonight.  I can't wait for that!  That is always super exciting!  Why can't I just sit still?!  Oh well... welcome to my crazy little world!  I got some blogging in though and that counts for something.  Check out my new blog if you have a chance at &lt;a href="http://www.andrealoper.wordpress.com"&gt;www.andrealoper.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;. It is a place for me to filter even more crazy thoughts.  I've become a bit of a "blog hog" so I created my own little blog haven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5571294041074784879?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5571294041074784879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5571294041074784879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5571294041074784879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5571294041074784879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/whoa-i-must-calm-down.html' title='Whoa... I must calm down!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7711600796239586948</id><published>2007-12-26T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:30:47.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings of the Sleep Deprived</title><content type='html'>This was the first year that &lt;a href="http://www.loveworshiplovelife.blogspot.com"&gt;Darrell&lt;/a&gt; and I volunteered our home for Christmas. I loved it but I am wiped out! We had about 25 friends and family in the house and we enjoyed every minute. We celebrated on Christmas Eve with dinner and gifts and then we had some family stay the night. Darrell and I cooked a HUGE Christmas morning brunch. I was impressed with our skills considering that we rarely ever cook. We had more friends over on Christmas Day and then we went to the movies that night. It was lots of fun but it was exhausting! I think I'll pick another holiday the next time I offer up the house though. My retail career is definitely not conducive to planning a large event at the house. I went back to work at 7:30 this morning with my house looking less than desirable when I left. I'm home now, my house is cleaner, and my feet are about to fall off from being on them all day. Enough about that craziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my nephew Hayden was so excited that we were celebrating Jesus' birthday. His excitement is contagious! I know the story of Christmas and what Christ's birth represents in my life but there is nothing more refreshing than the faith of a child. It's just so sincere and untainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave out a bunch of the Christmas CD's at work. I had about 10 people tell me how much they loved it. It's so amazing to have such wonderful, tangible ways to share &lt;a href="http://www.c3orlando.com"&gt;C3&lt;/a&gt;with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even more anxious about the move to the theaters now! I've never wanted time to pass so quickly. I'm trying to be patient though because my momma always said that "patience is a virtue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7711600796239586948?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7711600796239586948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7711600796239586948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7711600796239586948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7711600796239586948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-ramblings-of-sleep-deprived.html' title='Random Ramblings of the Sleep Deprived'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7888761745443230695</id><published>2007-12-24T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:57:09.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.freefoto.com/imagelink/?ffid=05-08-5&amp;s=s" &gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!  My family celebrates on Christmas Eve and the celebration is at our house so today will be an action packed day.  I just wanted to take a minute to tell my C3 family how much I love them before the craziness of this holiday consumes me.  Enjoy your holiday with your friends and family as we reflect on the greatest gift ever... the birth of our Savior.  I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7888761745443230695?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7888761745443230695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7888761745443230695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7888761745443230695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7888761745443230695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5295078174988265957</id><published>2007-12-19T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:48:16.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Is A Beautiful Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWymQoFlAK0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWymQoFlAK0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a group I recently discovered and love. They are from Orlando and sound a lot like The Black Eyed Peas. Check 'em out sometime! I love this song because love IS a beautiful thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5295078174988265957?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5295078174988265957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5295078174988265957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5295078174988265957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5295078174988265957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-is-beautiful-thing.html' title='Love Is A Beautiful Thing'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5900560334431599010</id><published>2007-12-16T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:13:53.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Sunday Blog Banter</title><content type='html'>This has been the slowest Christmas season ever for me at work.  I have worked in retail my whole life and have never been this bored at work during the holiday season.  Well that all changed Friday and Saturday.  It was as if a whirlwind of shoppers overtook Bloomingdales and specifically the YSL cosmetic counter!  At one point Saturday I did in one hour the business I can do in a whole day... a busy day at that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night my mom's community group came over after I got off of work for a Christmas party at our house.  My mom has some really cool people in there.  We had a lot of fun and I really enjoyed having them over.  It's always a wonderful thing in my world to get to know people better.  We talked about everything!  I can't even recap because it literally was just about everything!  I love having people over and I wish I could more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law is in North Carolina for the holidays.  Darrell and I have the house to ourselves for the first time since we've lived here.  We moved in April and between my sister and nephew living with us at one point and then moving her in it has been exciting in the Loper household.  Quite frankly, I love them all dearly but I'm ecstatic the house is empty right now because we all need a break!  I love that it is just the two of us for a couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo excited to be moving to the theaters in three weeks.  I can't believe it's almost here!  What an amazing place for us to be to reach out to our community!  I can't wait to see the main worship area and Powerhouse.  I sing in Powerhouse and from what I understand the theater is going to really be crazy fun for the kids!  I went to the children's ministry lunch today after service and I was so impressed with all of the volunteers who were there to serve in children's ministry.  I'm so proud of what God is doing at C3!  Darrell and I are pumped about all of those who have stepped up to serve in Connections as well.  The curb to curb experience it so important and I'm  anxious to hear and see what God is going to do through your smiling faces and warm receptions.  There are so many vital areas God will use you in when you are just willing.  I love the willingness of my C3 family!  God will bless that more than any of us even know!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna get a little shut eye before I head off on my hot date with my hot man!  Have a great week and BTW check out the &lt;a href="http://www.womenofc3.wordpress.com"&gt;new C3 women's blog&lt;/a&gt; ... I can't wait to read some more great, encouraging blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5900560334431599010?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5900560334431599010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5900560334431599010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5900560334431599010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5900560334431599010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-blog-banter.html' title='Sunday Blog Banter'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2981052203694765462</id><published>2007-12-13T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:28:49.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Today was a lot of fun.  Exhausting but fun.  Here's a recap.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;Watched "The Price Is Right"... loving Drew Carey, he's a lot nicer to the contestants.&lt;br /&gt;Read some more.&lt;br /&gt;Hayden came over. &lt;br /&gt;Talked to Amanda.  &lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Leigh Ann came over.&lt;br /&gt;Went to lunch with them and baby Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to pick up Ansley with Amanda at her school.&lt;br /&gt;Took Ansley back to my house to play with Hayden for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take Ansley and Hayden to Chuck E. Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Spent hours at Chuck E. Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Mastered "Skee Ball."&lt;br /&gt;Went next door to Petland.&lt;br /&gt;Played with a cute puppy that loved to bite.  The kids got scared.&lt;br /&gt;Went through McDonald's drive through for ice cream sundaes. &lt;br /&gt;Drove home.&lt;br /&gt;Layed kids down at 4:30 attempting a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Ansley went home.  &lt;br /&gt;Watched Spongebob with Hayden.  I love Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;Gave Hayden a bath. &lt;br /&gt;Hayden went home. &lt;br /&gt;Cleaned downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am with my love D-Lo and the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I love kids but they wear me out!  It was fun being the cool aunt today.  It was also great spending some time with good friends.  Today was wonderfully tiring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2981052203694765462?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2981052203694765462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2981052203694765462&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2981052203694765462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2981052203694765462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-211686227565739953</id><published>2007-12-10T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:55:43.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Life in the Gutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just finished  reading "The Gutter: Where Life Is Meant To Be Lived" by Craig Gross.  He is the co-founder of &lt;a href="http://www.xxxchurch.com"&gt;XXXChurch.com&lt;/a&gt;.  This book talks about how Jesus lived a life of meeting people in their deep, dark places and how we as Christ-followers are called to do the same.  It is thought provoking and insightful.  I wanted to share some quotes that really stuck out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Those who are most opposed to the gutter are those who have been there the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The gutter is the place where the "least of them" live. *Matthew 25:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If Christians would stop being scared of the world-or the gutter-I think most of them would find out for themselves that it is definitely not the place they want to be.  It a change of perception I wish more people would adopt:  to focus more on the great life we have in Christ than on the fleeting lures of the gutter.  The more afraid we are of the gutter, the larger it looms and the more tempting it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you look at the way Jesus and the things He did, the way He brought light to darkness, you can plainly see we have nothing to be scared of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God did not create you to be a scared, irrelevant Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you go to the gutter you have to be willing to stay in the gutter.  Our Christian mentality is to visit the gutter over spring break or during a summer missions trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't blame the dark for being dark.  Blame the light for not shining on the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus was a genuine lover of people, and everyone flocked to Him because He met needs, not because He preached about the kingdom of heaven.  He met needs first as a practical way of showing that He loved people&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;then He got into the meatier theological issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whom are we fighting?  Are we fighting to win the world to Christ?  Or are we just fighting among ourselves in church?  Are we too much about getting fed and too little about exercising our faith?  Yes, we keep fighting the good fight, but must we fight our brothers and sisters in Christ?  No one wins that way.  Why can't we all put our focus on the lost, those living in the dark places, the "whosoevers" that are so close to Christ's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where darkness abounds, love is brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... this was the most mind boggling to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The unchurched embraced Him (Jesus) then, but they don't now.  So when did this spiritual reversal occur?  When did the "lost" change their position?  They didn't.  We did.  Christians did.  Somewhere between the time Jesus ascended into heaven and now, we Christians, the walking billboards for Jesus' life-changing power, have done a lousy job of maintaining His momentum.  Those who despise Him shifted too.  The religious who once hated Him now advertise for Him.  The lost who once hung out with Him now refuse to acknowledge Him and it is all because Christians changed.  God didn't change.  Jesus didn't change.  His people did.  At one point, the God who embraced the gutter was well represented.  Jesus walked the streets and took an authentic love with Him-all the way to the gutter.  Wherever He went, the unchurched responded while the religious scorned.  Fast forward two thousand years and now the reverse is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gutter is different for everyone.  God calls us each to accomplish a specific purpose.  Where is your gutter?  Who are those you&lt;/span&gt; need to reach out to in their deep, dark place?  I'm challenged by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-211686227565739953?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/211686227565739953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=211686227565739953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/211686227565739953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/211686227565739953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-in-gutter.html' title='Life in the Gutter'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6894988731309545094</id><published>2007-12-05T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:06:38.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week...</title><content type='html'>...Jackson, 9 months old,  started crawling -- I mean REALLY crawling.  No more of that army crawling or rolling if he sees something interesting.  He's exploring EVERYWHERE.  We've discovered he likes cards.  Maybe he'll be good at Texas Hold 'Em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Emma, 5 yrs. old, announced that she wishes our family celebrated Hanukkah because it starts today and they get presents for 8 days instead of just one.  We thought we were doing a good job of instilling, "It is better to give than to receive".  We have a long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ansley, 3 yrs. old, is scared to death of Santa but LOVES The Grinch.  She asks about the movie everyday and gets excited when she sees the Universal billboards advertising &lt;em&gt;The Grinch That Stole Christmas,&lt;/em&gt; but she doesn't want to go have Breakfast with Santa at the YMCA on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Barry moved his entire office into our bedroom.  Anyone who has ever seen his office OR our bedroom knows that is no small feat.  The next few months should be...interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I ran 13.1 miles.  (Yes, that .1 is important...I think it was the hardest part of the entire race.)  I finished in 2 hours and 20 minutes.  Glad I did it, glad it's over.  I also discovered that a big, fat cheeseburger from Chili's tastes REALLY good a few hours after a long run.  Angie says I should drink Living Fuel for a week to replenish my body of all the nutrients I lost.  I think a cheeseburger works just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I went to Ikea not once, but twice in the last 7 days.  I love that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I got to be a part of one of the most amazing services ever at C3, witnessing 21 baptisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see what the next 7 days holds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6894988731309545094?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6894988731309545094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6894988731309545094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6894988731309545094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6894988731309545094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-week.html' title='This Week...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3223570534766413845</id><published>2007-12-05T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:02:01.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>A Triggered Life</title><content type='html'>It is the tendency of most people to want to surround themselves with friends who lift each other up. I'm not any different. As I go through each day I find myself drawn to those that engage in a lifestyle of encouragement. It sustains me. It is God encouraging me through those people. It is my heart's desire to be that person to others as well. My life is not my own. It is God's. I am to be an extension of His love and encouragement. I am reminded in my relationships that I have choices to make everyday. I choose if I'm going to surround myself with those who lift up or those who tear down. I choose if I'm going to press forward or if I'm going to sit and sulk. I choose if I'm going to live in self motivation or if I'm going to focus on others. I choose if I'm going to make Christ my Master or if I'm going to allow circumstances to rule my thoughts. I'm on a journey to be cheerful no matter what. When I choose to have dialog with God in every area of my life I've found that it really does make it possible to live in a cheerful and encouraging manner. He gives me the hope I need no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying a lot about some very specific areas in my life lately. I'm excited that I have the promise that God will make everything holy and whole. I know His plan is perfect. I'm refreshed with the people He's put in my life to encourage me in this. I see those in my life now doing amazing things for His glory. I'm encouraged by the selflessness. As I strive to seek Him more the "freeloaders" are finding their ways out of my life making room for the ones who truly need to know His love. The exhausted, the ones who need to be pulled to their feet... the stragglers. The ones who come with nothing and end up with everything as they find their way towards the One who completes us. It is those who are new in their walk with Christ that teach me the most at times. I'm affected by the change, the love, the hope, the journey. I'm challenged by the selflessness. The reflection of God in their lives is like food for my soul. It spurs me on to choose the things that really matter in my life. It releases me from my "freeloader" mentality. The attitude of how everything revolves around me. The attitude of "I've done this... I deserve this." The reminder is clear when I look into the eyes of my friends who have found Christ in circumstances I don't really know if I could have handled in my own life. I've done nothing and I deserve nothing. It is only by God's barbaric grace that I have everything I could possibly ever want or need. This is the encouragement. This is the hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full of gratitude. It beats for those who have a lifestyle of encouragement. It pushes me to encourage as well. My grateful heart presses me to come along side those who are seeking hope. I know the way of hope because I live in that hope. We are the vessels God uses to show others His light. I breathe my next breath living a triggered life.  Triggered by the death and ressurection of Jesus.  Triggered by His love for me.  This life I have is not about MY pain, MY sufferings, MY desires, MY knowledge, MY works, MY whatever. It is about MY God and MY influence for Him to OTHERS. I must choose today to use my influence to be an encouragement. I also want to thank you for yours. No one must be left out. No one left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessolonians 5:4-24&lt;br /&gt;4 -8But friends, you're not in the dark, so how could you be taken off guard by any of this? You're sons of Light, daughters of Day. We live under wide open skies and know where we stand. So let's not sleepwalk through life like those others. Let's keep our eyes open and be smart. People sleep at night and get drunk at night. But not us! Since we're creatures of Day, let's act like it. Walk out into the daylight sober, dressed up in faith, love, and the hope of salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 -11God didn't set us up for an angry rejection but for salvation by our Master, Jesus Christ. He died for us, a death that triggered life. Whether we're awake with the living or asleep with the dead, we're alive with him! S&lt;em&gt;o speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you'll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you're already doing this; just keep on doing it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 -13And now, friends, we ask you to honor those leaders who work so hard for you, who have been given the responsibility of urging and guiding you along in your obedience. Overwhelm them with appreciation and love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; 13 -15Get along among yourselves, each of you doing your part. Our counsel is that you warn the freeloaders to get a move on. Gently encourage the stragglers, and reach out for the exhausted, pulling them to their feet. Be patient with each person, attentive to individual needs. And be careful that when you get on each other's nerves you don't snap at each other. Look for the best in each other, and always do your best to bring it out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; 16 -18Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what happens. This is the way God wants you who belong to Christ Jesus to live&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; 19 -22Don't suppress the Spirit, and don't stifle those who have a word from the Master.&lt;/em&gt; On the other hand, don't be gullible. Check out everything, and keep only what's good. Throw out anything tainted with evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 -24May God himself, the God who makes everything holy and whole, make you holy and whole, put you together—spirit, soul, and body—and keep you fit for the coming of our Master, Jesus Christ. The One who called you is completely dependable. If he said it, he'll do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3223570534766413845?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3223570534766413845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3223570534766413845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3223570534766413845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3223570534766413845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/triggered-life.html' title='A Triggered Life'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2451651579432438782</id><published>2007-12-02T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:53:42.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The Faith Factor</title><content type='html'>I love my C3 family.  It never ceases to amaze me how God can use people who have a passion for reaching out to others.  All because of barbaric grace.  The grace that started at Calvary on the cross and continues with you and me in our world today.  It humbles me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected a lot today about fear.  Pastor Byron spoke about Esther which happens to be my favorite book of the bible.  I show faith when and where it is convenient for me and then wonder why I live in fear in other areas of my life.  I fear many things.  When I put it into perspective though I feel somewhat foolish considering that Esther's fear was a life or death issue.  I'm so thankful that God's grace is sufficient even when my faith in Him is lacking.  He has never let me go or given me reason to doubt yet I still want control at times.  God is love.  Unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and gratitude to my C3 family for demonstrating God's barbaric grace. For closing the door on fear and embracing the faith.  Because of your faith God is changing lives.  My life is changed and I'm never going back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2451651579432438782?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2451651579432438782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2451651579432438782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2451651579432438782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2451651579432438782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/faith-factor.html' title='The Faith Factor'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3531525175689341408</id><published>2007-12-01T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:47:29.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Guy and His Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gU-ejQxEXk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gU-ejQxEXk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrell and I went to the Hard Rock a couple of weeks ago to see The David Crowder Band.  The first opening act was "The Myriad" and they flippin' rocked and a half.  They were a band with a cello, violin, guitars, drums, and keys.  They reminded me of "30 Seconds to Mars."  Then the second act.  This poor little guy with only an acoustic guitar.  I felt bad for him.  After such a huge, amazing performance just an acoustic and a guy.  Well.... here's that guy singing with his guitar.  This song says it all.  By the way, his name is Phil Wickham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3531525175689341408?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3531525175689341408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3531525175689341408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3531525175689341408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3531525175689341408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='The Guy and His Guitar'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3035831676315430395</id><published>2007-12-01T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:22:33.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><title type='text'>Confessions of A Reformed Joel Osteen Judger (is that a real word)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*I absolutely cannot sleep! &lt;a href="http://www.loveworshiplovelife.blogspot.com"&gt;Darrell&lt;/a&gt; is away this weekend in North Carolina to meet with a Connections Pastor at a church up there. They are doing that whole "iron sharpens iron" thing.  He's excited to see what he can take in from a church that has an incredible connections ministry. I couldn't get off of work so I am in bed... alone.... with Lola (my adorable cat). These are the moments I realize how codependent I really am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hear Joel Osteen tonight with my mom at the Amway Arena. I used to have feelings about Joel's ministry approach. Feelings is a nice word. I had judgements. Isn't it amazing that the largest church in America is also the most criticized? God obviously sees fit to allow blessings in his ministry in a major way. I sat there tonight and heard truth from the scripture. It spoke to me and it was what I needed to hear. I saw an arena full of people out on a Friday night worshipping God and listening intently to a message from Him. He spoke on joy. JOY! I love joy! I want to pursue more joy! God wants us to pursue Him... the giver of that joy. I told my mom after the message that I'm going to try really hard to not let others steal my joy. This is a tough one for me. I don't know Mr. Osteen but it seems as though he is just trying to pursue a vision bigger than himself. A God-sized vision. It seems as though he knows his gifts and uses those to reach out to those who are without hope. I can't speak for him but I'm done judging his approach or methods. I connected with God in a very real way tonight. God has set apart Lakewood Church and Joel Osteen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar. &lt;a href="http://www.c3orlando.com"&gt;C3&lt;/a&gt; may not be seating tens upon thousands in arenas... yet :) but the vision is clear. We have been set apart for a purpose. Twenty one people will be publicly acknowledging their new life with Christ this Sunday in baptism. If that isn't God's blessing then I don't know what is?! I sat in an arena tonight realizing that ANYTHING is possible with God. It is not about filling an auditorium for the sake of a numerical digit. Each and every seat represented a life... a changed life. God has shown Himself incredibly faithful to me as I've seen the one by one turn into hundreds in just a year. God is allowing a &lt;a href="http://www.insighteastorlando.com/community/2007/11/29/coming-soon-to-the-theater-near-you-c3.html"&gt;buzz&lt;/a&gt; to be spread about C3 and what we stand for. We aren't a body of "churched" people... we are the church. We have the privilege of being led by a &lt;a href="http://www.byronbledsoe.wordpress.com"&gt;pastor&lt;/a&gt; who stands firm to what God has called him to. With that has come its fair share of critics but that's okay. Jesus had more than His fair share of critics too. They were too churched for their own good (much like myself at one point). I think we're in good company. So I have joy! Joy in the fact that God is blessing in huge ways. Joy in knowing that God is using the greatest church in the world, C3, to accomplish the Great Commission here in my community. Joy in knowing that things are only just beginning. God rocks my socks off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3035831676315430395?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3035831676315430395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3035831676315430395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3035831676315430395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3035831676315430395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/12/confessions-of-reformed-joel-osteen.html' title='Confessions of A Reformed Joel Osteen Judger (is that a real word)?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5575221978092243869</id><published>2007-11-29T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:44:21.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Two Dudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R094fEieArI/AAAAAAAAADs/A3ggKJTxvRo/s1600-R/Darrell%2B%2526%2BHayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R094fEieArI/AAAAAAAAADs/dXxmUIH1HlI/s400/Darrell%2B%2526%2BHayden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138458175042618034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd share my new favorite picture.  These are the two men in my life.  My handsome hubby Darrell and his little protege Hayden (my nephew).  Matching hair, jackets and so on!  Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5575221978092243869?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5575221978092243869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5575221978092243869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5575221978092243869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5575221978092243869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-two-dudes.html' title='My Two Dudes'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R094fEieArI/AAAAAAAAADs/dXxmUIH1HlI/s72-c/Darrell%2B%2526%2BHayden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7152693889970577025</id><published>2007-11-26T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:27:14.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C3 Christmas Project'/><title type='text'>It's a C3 Christmas!</title><content type='html'>The moment consumed me. I'm still taking in the emotion of it all. The service yesterday was crazy cool! I am so proud to be a part of a community of faith that puts action behind the talk. God makes it clear that the world will know we are His people by our love. It is amazing how intentional we are free to be with that love this Christmas season. God has blessed me beyond measure and I'm so excited to be a blessing to others through the &lt;a href="http://www.c3orlando.com"&gt;C3&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Project. The anticipation of it all overwhelms me! I can't wait to hear your stories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christmas@c3orlando.com"&gt;christmas@c3orlando.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7152693889970577025?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7152693889970577025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7152693889970577025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7152693889970577025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7152693889970577025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-c3-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s a C3 Christmas!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3985091264189061824</id><published>2007-11-24T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:17:56.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><title type='text'>Empty Ritual</title><content type='html'>I went to hear Rob Bell speak at the Hard Rock this week with Darrell and a bunch of C3 folks.  It was AMAZING!  Here is a little more of Rob speaking in one of his NOOMA videos about empty rituals.  If you ever have a chance check out some of the NOOMA video series.  This one is entitled "Sunday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUf9lXybSRA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUf9lXybSRA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3985091264189061824?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3985091264189061824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3985091264189061824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3985091264189061824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3985091264189061824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/i_24.html' title='Empty Ritual'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7208023036810915581</id><published>2007-11-22T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:37:23.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R0XF2IWhVeI/AAAAAAAAADk/C2PCirJ5GPQ/s1600-h/barbaric+worship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R0XF2IWhVeI/AAAAAAAAADk/C2PCirJ5GPQ/s400/barbaric+worship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135728483831469538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R0XD_oWhVbI/AAAAAAAAADM/C6haj4PjU0I/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R0XD_oWhVbI/AAAAAAAAADM/C6haj4PjU0I/s400/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135726448016971186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for many things. Here is a sampling of what I will be thanking God for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Savior Jesus who teaches me to love daily through His example of love and grace.&lt;br /&gt;-My hot hubby Darrell who makes me feel like the most important person in the world. I love him to infinity!&lt;br /&gt;-My mom, dad, sisters, nephew and mother-in-law who all make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-My fun and boisterous extended family.&lt;br /&gt;-For my dad visiting a church where he lives. &lt;br /&gt;-A church family that supports God's work in the ministry of C3. I love seeing all the new faces each week. It blesses me beyond what anyone will ever know to meet so many authentic people.&lt;br /&gt;-A pastor and wife who are not just that to me but friends... no... family that have shown me mutual support and love. They have been tremendous examples Christ's undying passion for the lost.&lt;br /&gt;-The most unconditionally supportive group of friends I could ever imagine. It has been difficult getting to the core of who they truly are but I'm eternally grateful for knowing who will stick by me and trust my character. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing God work in my friend's lives this year unlike any other previously. I'm thankful for that confirmation of God's blessing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm thankful for the people who have TRIED to stand in opposition of God's calling in my life. God used these circumstances to show me His strength. &lt;br /&gt;-God's plan for my life.&lt;br /&gt;-My job.&lt;br /&gt;-A beautiful home that I am comfortable and safe in.&lt;br /&gt;-My country and those have fought and still are fighting for it.&lt;br /&gt;-The person who walks by and smiles even if I don't know them.&lt;br /&gt;-Regal Cinemas Waterford Lakes.&lt;br /&gt;-My health. &lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;-My hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;-The person who created funnel cakes.&lt;br /&gt;-The inventor of stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;-Great lighting on a day that I don't look so good!&lt;br /&gt;-Reality TV when I want a little less reality.&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Thanksgiving and don't forget to thank God for the big and the small. It all matters to Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 16:34&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to God—he is good and his love never quits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7208023036810915581?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7208023036810915581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7208023036810915581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7208023036810915581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7208023036810915581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R0XF2IWhVeI/AAAAAAAAADk/C2PCirJ5GPQ/s72-c/barbaric+worship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8049683469842771740</id><published>2007-11-19T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:09:30.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Monday Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R0JPQpuhdyI/AAAAAAAAACk/37DliblOlPk/s1600-h/britt10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R0JPQpuhdyI/AAAAAAAAACk/37DliblOlPk/s400/britt10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134753672653272866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost... I miss you Angie... terribly. Come home soon! There was a little less "sparkle" in my life this weekend. I miss you and your glittery eyes, shirt, jewelery, and so on and so forth. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving with the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so busy. I'm going to do some painting tomorrow and I'm really looking forward to it. It is like stress relief for me. I love to paint. I just like making things pretty. It sounds so superficial but I love pretty things. Pretty is subjective though. I don't think everyone enjoys the pretty I enjoy. I loved my crayola red hair. I thought it was pretty. My mom... not so much. She never said it but our bond is so tight that I could read it in the bewildered look in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Brittney is celebrating her 25th birthday tomorrow. I can't believe it! She is such a vivacious, beautiful, and talented person. I'm so proud she is my sister. I've enjoyed having her around the last couple of months. She is such an amazing mom to my nephew Hayden. He is SO smart and she has a lot to do with it. I can't imagine what it's like to be a mom... let alone a single mom. She is the best! I love you Brittney and look forward to hanging out with you tomorrow. I really am insanely proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired and I'm afraid if I continue I might start telling some really embarrassing stories about Brittney and I growing up. Nostalgia can conjer up some crazy things. I'm gonna stop while I'm ahead. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-8049683469842771740?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8049683469842771740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8049683469842771740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8049683469842771740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8049683469842771740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/monday-ramblings.html' title='Monday Ramblings'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/R0JPQpuhdyI/AAAAAAAAACk/37DliblOlPk/s72-c/britt10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-9162550029923912306</id><published>2007-11-16T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:46:47.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>The New Ikea...</title><content type='html'>IS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who knows me knows how much I love to shop...and get a good bargain! That is why I wanted to visit the new &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/IkeaNearYouView?storeId=12&amp;amp;catalogId=11001&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;StoreName=orlando"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt; store that just opened 2 days ago near the Mall at Mellina. I talked Barry into going with me and HE even loved it! (BTW...Barry loves shopping about as much as I love doing the laundry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away by the parking attendants who led us to a front row spot, the great customer service, ease of finding my way around (the entire store is 309,000 square feet!), and overall layout of the store. If you haven't checked it out yet, I would advise going on a weekday morning. We got there right when it opened and stayed about 2 hours (not nearly long enough to see everything) and when we left (before noon), the parking lot was almost full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to going again soon. Happy shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-9162550029923912306?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/9162550029923912306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=9162550029923912306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/9162550029923912306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/9162550029923912306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-ikea.html' title='The New Ikea...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5953313297783857746</id><published>2007-11-14T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:06:09.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining or Worshiping?</title><content type='html'>Just got done reading my chapters for home team tonight.  We're going through Mark Batterson's book, &lt;em&gt;In a Pit With a Lion on a Snowy Day.  &lt;/em&gt;(I know, strange title...read &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20samuel%2023:20%20-%2021&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for more insight on what the book is based on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed the 4th chapter of the book, but so far, I have been challenged by most of what I have read.  The part of my reading today that struck me the most was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"I think there are basically two types of people in the world:  complainers and worshipers.  And there isn't much circumstantial difference between the two.  Complainers will always find something to complain about.  Worshipers will always find something to praise God about.  They simply have different default settings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love this!  I want to be known, by God and others, as a worshiper, not a complainer.  I want to begin praying, not that my situations and circumstances would change, but that my ATTITUDE will change when I find myself in "a pit".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5953313297783857746?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5953313297783857746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5953313297783857746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5953313297783857746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5953313297783857746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/complaining-or-worshiping.html' title='Complaining or Worshiping?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6122716974379183478</id><published>2007-11-14T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:17:22.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Teach In</title><content type='html'>I spent some time today in Ms. Fryfogle's fourth grade class at Vista Lakes Elementary. I had a lot of fun with the kids! Ms. Fryfogle happens to be my sister Cassie. Today was teach in day. Basically it was a day for adults to come in and talk about their job. We called it Career Day back in the 80's. I took &lt;a href="http://www.ward1998.blogspot.com"&gt;Leigh Ann Ward&lt;/a&gt; with me. She was my model as I did makeup for the class. We started with natural makeup and then moved on to the really funky stuff. I kept it decent enough for lunch out later. I could have really gone dramatic but I held back a little. It was the first time she ever wore fake eyelashes. The kids told us we were pretty and had a lot of interesting questions. I like anyone who says I'm pretty. They became my new BFF's! One little boy showed me his notebook of artwork. He is very talented. I told him to keep it up. I love it when adults nurture the artistic side in children. Who knows what we are suppressing when we don't encourage our children's creativity? They are the next generation of innovators. I think our educational system is a bit too textbook and not enough hands on or creative. Kids are all expected to learn in the same way. I struggled with that when I was young. I've always felt somewhat intelligent but I was always discouraged in the manner in which I was expected to learn. That's a whole tangent I won't go into further though. I called Ms. Fryfogle Cassie a couple of times. Not very appropriate or respectful. Oh well, we grew up together... all appropriate behavior flies out the window. I loved it and always enjoy hanging out with children. They are SO crazy and fun! My sister is great with children and I know she is an amazing teacher. I hope I can go back and visit all of my new friends soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6122716974379183478?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6122716974379183478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6122716974379183478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6122716974379183478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6122716974379183478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/teach-in_14.html' title='Teach In'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3219987744682297499</id><published>2007-11-12T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:59:31.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Read it... Loved it.... Had to Share it</title><content type='html'>I was reading an article today in &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com"&gt;RELEVANT LEADER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; magazine by Jim Palmer.  I loved it so much I read an excerpt from it again to a friend. We discussed it and had a great conversation. So now I want to share the excerpt with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Who is our Creator?  God. Who is God?  God is spirit.  Therefore, I am more than just my physical biology; I am also a spiritual being.  Who is God?  God is Love.  This means far more than God simply choosing at times to offer Love or act in Loving ways.  God's Love is not a spigot that He turns on and off, depending upon conditions, circumstances or how good you are.  God &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;Love, which means that at every moment God's Love flows and is available to all people, all the time, everywhere, without condition.  All that's left is to remove the blocks to the awareness of Love's presence; Love is our natural inheritance as people made in the image of God.&lt;br /&gt;     Many people don't feel God's Love for them inside, and see very little Love in the world.  A person's present life situation may include being surrounded by people who continually express judgment and rejection.  Then they come to church, and feel like they get more of the same.  Churches are filled with people who hate themselves and are convinced God does too.&lt;br /&gt;     What if we started telling people they are Love, as images of God?  Sure, we might not Love at times, but our behavior and attitudes don't create our identity; rather, our identity creates our behavior and attitudes.  Whoever a man thinks he is determines what he says and does.  If God is Love and I am His creation, then I am Love.  If I am Love, then I must do what Love would do.  Be Love.  This is how Jesus lived, and what it means to be His disciple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Just thought I'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3219987744682297499?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3219987744682297499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3219987744682297499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3219987744682297499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3219987744682297499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/read-it-loved-it-had-to-share-it.html' title='Read it... Loved it.... Had to Share it'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8473557800996624636</id><published>2007-11-09T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T08:40:11.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><title type='text'>Hurray for my 'Manda Lou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/RzRfiyhHeWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/03srwG5RiM4/s1600-h/DSC_6378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/RzRfiyhHeWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/03srwG5RiM4/s400/DSC_6378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130830926762703202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is a special day!  It's the day "'Manda Lou" was born...better known as our own Amanda (of the "At Home with Amanda" fame!  Martha, eat your heart out!)&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I could say about Amanda:&lt;br /&gt;* She's a wonderful mother who really "makes" a home.&lt;br /&gt;* She's a wife who supports, encourages and stands firm no matter what! &lt;br /&gt;* She's a leader of worship...and "so C3".&lt;br /&gt;* She's a devoted and loyal friend...everyone should be blessed to have someone like her in their corner!&lt;br /&gt;* She loves people and loves seeing them "embrace the Grace" (Love Wins, yea!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most of all, she is passionate about her love of Christ and her desire for others to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she's been a friend to me...well, I could never do justice to what her friendship has meant.  I thank God for giving Amanda to us...to me.&lt;br /&gt;'Manda Lou, I'm so glad you were born!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Love...and Peace out,  Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-8473557800996624636?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8473557800996624636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8473557800996624636&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8473557800996624636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8473557800996624636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/hurray-for-my-manda-lou.html' title='Hurray for my &apos;Manda Lou!'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/RzRfiyhHeWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/03srwG5RiM4/s72-c/DSC_6378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2189403444003943875</id><published>2007-11-07T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:02:53.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Day in Bed</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling very well today.  I stayed home from work.  I really needed to rest.  It was the seventh day of a nine day stretch with a conference and a huge wedding on my two "days off."  I was starting to feel bad yesterday but after waking up a couple of times in the middle of the night last night I couldn't take it anymore. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for Darrell.  He tells me I'm patient.  I don't think I am.  I can buckle under stress.  I never used to cry.  That changed about two years ago.  I've become more emotional.  It's weird!  Maybe I thrive on stress.  Who knows?  What would I do if things were actually calm and monotonous everyday?  I think that might be somewhat boring.  I've learned to embrace chaos... to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I talked on the phone for quite a while today.  God is doing something big in her life.  It is SOOOOO amazing.  I have faith she will be giving her life to Him soon.  Pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become the "old married woman" at work that all the single girls love to share their relationship stuff with.  It feels kind of nice to know that people trust what I have to say.  I feel somewhat inadequate and majorly blessed that I have an amazing husband that makes things as easy as possible for me to love him.  I'm glad that I'm the "old married woman."  Dating kinda stunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love C3 and I am so excited about what God is doing in our community!  I'm crazy ecstatic about the theaters!  I can't even begin to tell you.  I wanna invite EVERYONE!  Do me a favor... invite everyone for me and I'll invite everyone for you.  That way we will literally be inviting everyone.  Imagine all of your friends and family experiencing life change.  God desires it.  Your friends and family desire it... they just may not know it yet!  Who doesn't want to feel new?  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CU at C3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2189403444003943875?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2189403444003943875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2189403444003943875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2189403444003943875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2189403444003943875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-in-bed.html' title='A Day in Bed'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-787563514041130094</id><published>2007-11-04T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:46:16.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Look To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2638OwyX3Zc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2638OwyX3Zc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-787563514041130094?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/787563514041130094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=787563514041130094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/787563514041130094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/787563514041130094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/11/look.html' title='Look To You'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6625936822302678880</id><published>2007-10-31T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:12:07.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Lessons I've Learned on Love</title><content type='html'>Love abounds in the subtle gestures &lt;br /&gt;It reveals itself in the extravagant outpourings&lt;br /&gt;Love requires growth and demands truth&lt;br /&gt;It conquers an insurmountable task &lt;br /&gt;Yet flourishes in the routine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love examines motive while extending grace&lt;br /&gt;It is strong, needy, painful, joyous intertwined in a meticulous balance &lt;br /&gt;Love encourages stability and relishes in the spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;It delights in victory and conquers defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love grounds itself in faith &lt;br /&gt;While nurturing itself in community&lt;br /&gt;Love accomplishes what is promised&lt;br /&gt;It leaves no room for gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love barters pain for peace&lt;br /&gt;Love fights with an unbridled passion&lt;br /&gt;Silently screaming&lt;br /&gt;Love multiplies through a smile&lt;br /&gt;It overcomes with action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shields and protects&lt;br /&gt;It welcomes with extended arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shifts a mood&lt;br /&gt;It calms the emotional twitch&lt;br /&gt;It generously forgives and acknowledges the best &lt;br /&gt;Love reveals the heart and directs the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a calling.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a movement.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love God. Love others. &lt;br /&gt;Love never fails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6625936822302678880?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6625936822302678880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6625936822302678880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6625936822302678880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6625936822302678880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/lessons-ive-learned-on-love.html' title='Lessons I&apos;ve Learned on Love'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7601408931904095315</id><published>2007-10-29T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:28:30.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>At Home With Amanda</title><content type='html'>Just made these yummy sticky buns.  (Yes, I made sticky buns for dinner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the recipe from my recent edition of Real Simple.  Only 5 ingredients and SO simple!  (My kind of recipe!)   Hope you enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons unsalted butter thinly sliced into 10 pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 medium banana, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons dk. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. pecans, chopped (about 2 ounces)&lt;br /&gt;1 (7.5 ounce) tube refrigerated buttermilk biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 375 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop a piece of butter in the bottom of each of 10 compartments of a muffin tin.  Arrange the banana slices on top.  Sprinkle with pecans and brown sugar over the bananas.  Top each compartment with a biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake until golden brown, 8 to 10 minutes.  Remove from oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a baking sheet on top of the tin while the buns are still hot.  Carefully flip the tin over, tapping the bottom to release the buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7601408931904095315?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7601408931904095315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7601408931904095315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7601408931904095315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7601408931904095315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-home-with-amanda.html' title='At Home With Amanda'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-359569228846067605</id><published>2007-10-27T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:21:02.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Loving the Rain</title><content type='html'>Most days I don't like rain. I don't like the overcast weather. I don't like how frizzy my hair gets when it's raining outside. I don't like the overall dreary feeling of rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was different. I was outside pulling some weeds in our front yard and our girls were playing soccer in the grass. All of a sudden HUGE raindrops started falling from the sky. The girls screamed and ran into the garage and yelled for me to come in so I wouldn't get wet. I stayed, continuing the dreaded task of pulling the weeds. After they saw I wasn't melting, I told them they could join me in the rain. They looked at me like I had a third eyeball. Emma, our practical one, said, "Mom, are you serious? We're going to get all wet." After I assured them that it was fine, they came out in the POURING down rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran around in our driveway, chasing each other, jumping in the puddles for the next 15 minutes. They kept saying things like, "This is so much fun!" "This is better than Sea World!" and "This is the best day ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came in from the rain and dried off, I realized how much fun a simple thing like playing in the rain can be. I was also reminded to appreciate the "rain" in my life. This year I've learned a lot about walking through the storms of life. I've learned that even though it's not always fun to be stuck in the rain or in the middle of a storm, God NEVER lets go of me. He carries me through and the storms help mold me more into the person God wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can truly say I am thankful for the rain: the rain I played in today with my daughters and the rain in life that God brings my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-359569228846067605?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/359569228846067605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=359569228846067605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/359569228846067605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/359569228846067605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/loving-rain.html' title='Loving the Rain'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5155648030023398650</id><published>2007-10-26T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:25:38.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Back to Blogland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/RyI8NgtV5pI/AAAAAAAAABE/SGglfkeb9a8/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125725528717125266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/RyI8NgtV5pI/AAAAAAAAABE/SGglfkeb9a8/s200/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/RyI6vAtV5oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZSfxtm6siqc/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125723905219487362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/RyI6vAtV5oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZSfxtm6siqc/s200/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow! It's been a while since I've posted. Thought I would update everyone on what's been going on in my life. Our family passed around a nasty stomach bug last week and I think everyone is finally over it. Now we're on to coughs and colds. I'll take that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ANYDAY&lt;/span&gt; over the stomach bug! As Ansley put it, "That bug is MEAN! I do not want it in my belly EH-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VAH&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson has had to begin breathing treatments with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nebulizer&lt;/span&gt; for this nasty cough he's had for over a month. I thought I would share a picture of him...he has to do this twice a day for the next month. I thought it was going to be a horrible experience, but he actually LOVES it...he thinks its a new toy! (And now he doesn't sound like a 9 month old smoker!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to Tallahassee for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FSU&lt;/span&gt;/Miami game and had a great time with friends and family. We had to drive up in two separate cars due to a small accident that happened in our driveway. For those of you who have known me for a while know that I have a history of hitting stationary objects. It's a long story, but because of MY stupidity, Barry got to drive a nice sports car up to Tallahassee. He was knocked down a few notches back to reality when he had to drive his Corolla back home! (Or as I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;affectionately&lt;/span&gt; labeled it, the "ghetto-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rolla&lt;/span&gt;".) Here is a cute picture of the girls before the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm training for a 1/2 marathon on December 1. This is my second 1/2 marathon, so after I run this, can I say that I've run a full marathon? Training has been time-consuming and I'm looking forward to race day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a busy and fun-filled fall. I can't believe the holidays are just around the corner...I love this time of year and the cooler weather makes the fact that it's fall a little more believable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to be back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5155648030023398650?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5155648030023398650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5155648030023398650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5155648030023398650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5155648030023398650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-blogland.html' title='Back to Blogland'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/RyI8NgtV5pI/AAAAAAAAABE/SGglfkeb9a8/s72-c/IMG_1476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3286488057655101508</id><published>2007-10-23T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:50:08.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>A Delicate Weave</title><content type='html'>A couple of blogs back I told you about my friend Miss Amy.  Today was the day I brought her the peaches. Something divine happened. There was a knock on her door. Miss Amy asked me to get it... so I did. There were 2 pastors from another church in our community there. One of them I know very well. He is an older gentleman that pastors a senior adult ministry. He's known me and my family since I was 2 years old. Imagine the stories he has about me! I love this man and his family very much. He truly has a heart for the seniors in our community and works his tail off to reach just one more. He serves in a very different church environment than ours at C3 but he is flat out getting it done for Christ in his community. He told me that he met Miss Amy just recently and that she had just prayed to receive Christ. I was almost in tears! This is what ministry is all about! I knew God had put Miss Amy in my life for a reason and today it all became clear. I may not have been there when she prayed her prayer of faith but I know God has used me to plant some seeds of love. Furthermore her nurse told us that right before Bill got really sick he gave his life to Christ as well. Her nurse is a Christ-follower and led Bill to the Lord. I am so thankful for these people in Miss Amy's life. These are the moments where life really matters. God places us around certain people for a very specific purpose. We all have different stories and different backgrounds. God uses many methods to reach those around us. I'm so grateful for the methods of C3. We are tirelessly devoted. I'm also grateful for the methods of my pastor friend and Miss Amy's nurse. It was a delicate weave that God knit together to bring Miss Amy to a relationship with Him. I love Miss Amy and I know that she would NEVER feel comfortable with the worship environment at C3 as an 89 year old woman. That's okay! I'm not insulted. My immediate circle of unchurched friends would probably NEVER feel comfortable in the worship environment of traditional churches. That okay too! We all serve a purpose for those who need hope. Thank you for your prayers for Miss Amy... God really does answer. His will is to always answer in a way that brings us together not tears us apart. This is something I've always known but needed to be reminded of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3286488057655101508?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3286488057655101508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3286488057655101508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3286488057655101508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3286488057655101508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/delicate-weave.html' title='A Delicate Weave'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3461777451638077951</id><published>2007-10-22T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:57:29.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Procrastination Blogging</title><content type='html'>I need to clean my house and do some laundry but I don't feel like it.  I think I'll give myself a time... let's say I MUST start by 3:00pm. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Darrell and I had lunch at Designer Greens at Waterford Lakes and I loved my salad.  It was yummy!  I love spending time with him even if it is just an hour out of the day to have a quick bite to eat.  He looks really cute today.  We made plans to see the new Tyler Perry movie tonight.  I'm looking forward to it.  I love to talk to him.  I can tell him anything.  He never judges me.  A couple of weeks ago I told him about getting a speeding ticket.  He was so nice to me about it.  I felt dumb and he never made me feel worse about myself for it.  I'm grateful for his gift of mercy.  I needed it then.  He makes me feel protected and unconditionally loved.  He's the best!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been great the last couple of days.  I've been really busy and I've met a lot of nice, new clients.  I have a very large wedding to do soon and I'm looking forward to that.  I'm praying for some particular avenues to open up for me in my freelance career.  I've had a lot of referrals lately for fashion shows, weddings, and photo shoots but it would be amazing to have more consistent work.  That's the con of working full time for a steady stream of income vs. being able to get out there and promote my work but losing out on a weekly paycheck.  I love what I do so much and I would be so bored if I wasn't always busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was away this weekend and I missed seeing her.  I'm glad she got to have a little time in North Carolina though with her sister and family.  She does SO much and never gets the credit she deserves.  She lives with and takes care of my grandmother.  My grandma has dimensia or alzheimers.  I don't really know exactly what because alzheimers and dimensia look very similar.  She has been sick for about 5 years.  My mom also watches my nephew a lot.  She is the best mom/daughter/grandma anyone could ask for.  She is beautiful both inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy playing Freecell on the computer... it's a great stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola (my beautiful cat) is so precious.  She loves to sit at my feet and purrrrr.  She is so playful and crazy.  She acts like she is still a kitten the way she runs through the house playing hide and seek.  She loves Darrell more than she loves me though.  I have her all to myself today though so I get all her love.  (I get a little jealous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight minutes until I need to clean.  I better go.  I need to get in my obsessive compulsive state of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3461777451638077951?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3461777451638077951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3461777451638077951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3461777451638077951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3461777451638077951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/procrastination-blogging.html' title='Procrastination Blogging'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-1319249285489643390</id><published>2007-10-21T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:20:49.023-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My Dwelling Place</title><content type='html'>When I'm in a funk I try to focus on the things that make me happy. I had some funky moments this week and here are some of the things that I've been dwelling on to make me smile. No more funk for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seeing people out with their C3 shirts on&lt;br /&gt;-my own stupid jokes that only I laugh at&lt;br /&gt;-obscenely bright nail polish and lipstick colors&lt;br /&gt;-vivid color in general&lt;br /&gt;-reading my bible and the words hitting me right when and where I need it&lt;br /&gt;-an encouraging word&lt;br /&gt;-climbing into bed right after putting clean sheets on it&lt;br /&gt;-Darrell rubbing what I consider my pudgy belly and telling me he loves it... or when he tells me he loves it and lays his head on it&lt;br /&gt;-fabulous shoes/handbags&lt;br /&gt;-a good read&lt;br /&gt;-makeup... lots and lots of makeup!&lt;br /&gt;-having a great meal and discussion with friends... hence, the pudgy belly&lt;br /&gt;-seeing friends I've invited in church... regularly&lt;br /&gt;-spontaneous silliness&lt;br /&gt;-an awesome day after a crappy one&lt;br /&gt;-laughing so hard it hurts &lt;br /&gt;-hearing about my nephew Hayden's day&lt;br /&gt;-getting ManPed's (manicure/pedicures)&lt;br /&gt;-having code words for things... such as ManPed's&lt;br /&gt;-getting my hair done&lt;br /&gt;-my "CU AT C3" custom license plate on my car&lt;br /&gt;-Madea&lt;br /&gt;-having a weekend off from work&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;-smokey eye makeup&lt;br /&gt;-a smile from a stranger&lt;br /&gt;-feeling safe with someone&lt;br /&gt;-HGTV... particularly "Divine Design" and "Deserving Design"&lt;br /&gt;-houndstooth print&lt;br /&gt;-my friend's artwork&lt;br /&gt;-hanging out with my mama and sisters (I don't do this enough)&lt;br /&gt;-dancing a night away&lt;br /&gt;-reconnecting with an old friend&lt;br /&gt;-telling people the stupid things I did when I was younger to get a reaction&lt;br /&gt;-Powerhouse kids&lt;br /&gt;-teasing my mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;-our Sunday night dinners with Dan and Sally&lt;br /&gt;-cruises&lt;br /&gt;-C3 on Sunday &lt;br /&gt;-making new friends&lt;br /&gt;-talking to my dad on a good day&lt;br /&gt;-seeing someones life change after meeting Christ&lt;br /&gt;-the way the red candles smell from Pier One&lt;br /&gt;-great design&lt;br /&gt;-a fresh perspective&lt;br /&gt;-singing in my car&lt;br /&gt;-setting goals and meeting them&lt;br /&gt;-C3 in the community&lt;br /&gt;-Johnny and Jayde in the morning on XL 106.7 while driving to work&lt;br /&gt;-knowing when someone says they'll pray for me they really will&lt;br /&gt;-Darrell's new faux hawk&lt;br /&gt;-going to Chuck E. Cheese with Hayden&lt;br /&gt;-young adults home team&lt;br /&gt;-C3's future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-1319249285489643390?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/1319249285489643390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=1319249285489643390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1319249285489643390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1319249285489643390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dwelling-place.html' title='My Dwelling Place'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2419636668020379741</id><published>2007-10-18T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:05:59.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Praising Jesus Yolanda's Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaRedxpmTVU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaRedxpmTVU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replayed this song a lot today in the car.  You don't want to know how I sounded singing along with it.  I'm no Yolanda.  God has truly blessed this woman with the most beautiful vocal instrument of all time.  I love when the song hits the middle and then ends.  She just belts it out to Jesus.  The words are so powerful.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a name that is so precious, &lt;br /&gt;a name so wonderful to me. &lt;br /&gt;This name is worthy of all praises. &lt;br /&gt;Because of him, I am made free. &lt;br /&gt;That name is Jesus, oh how I love him. &lt;br /&gt;The one who gave, his life for me. &lt;br /&gt;Because of love, so unconditional, &lt;br /&gt;I will have life, eternally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This name speaks peace, unto my storm clouds, &lt;br /&gt;This name speaks calm, unto me fears. &lt;br /&gt;And when I feel, that no one loves me. &lt;br /&gt;His loving presence is so near. &lt;br /&gt;That name is Jesus, oh how I love him. &lt;br /&gt;The one who gave, his life for me. &lt;br /&gt;Because of love, so unconditional, &lt;br /&gt;I will have life, eternally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise that name! &lt;br /&gt;Praise that name! &lt;br /&gt;Praise that name! &lt;br /&gt;Praise that name! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll leave this earthly dwelling,&lt;br /&gt;Through time and space, my soul will soar.&lt;br /&gt;And finally see the face of Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;And praise his name, forevermore! &lt;br /&gt;That name is Jesus, oh how I love him!&lt;br /&gt;The one who gave his life for me!&lt;br /&gt;Because of love so unconditional,&lt;br /&gt;I will have life eternally. &lt;br /&gt;Excellent is that name! &lt;br /&gt;Glorious is that name! &lt;br /&gt;Wonderful is that name! &lt;br /&gt;Oh praise that name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2419636668020379741?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2419636668020379741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2419636668020379741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2419636668020379741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2419636668020379741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/praising-jesus-yolandas-way.html' title='Praising Jesus Yolanda&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2602038109294998882</id><published>2007-10-17T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:01:29.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Logs and Peaches</title><content type='html'>I went to visit my friend yesterday.  It was my last day off in a six day stretch.  I wanted to spend some quality time with her because what seems so like little to me is a huge deal to her.  My friends name is Miss Amy.  I love her.  She is so sweet to me and she has a funny door mat.  It says, "well butter my butt and call me a bisquit... look who's here."  Miss Amy used to call me when I worked at Saks to place her Estee Lauder phone orders.  She would have her products sent because she doesn't leave her house much.  Miss Amy's husband had alzheimer's and she loved him very much.  She stays home because she is sick a lot and very fragile herself.  I vividly remember how she would call and get impatient with me on the phone.  I had to meet her.  She was fiesty!  One day I offered to take her products to her house myself... and so began a beautiful friendship.  I've been visiting her regularly now for about two and a half years.  In that time her husband, Bill, passed away.  She has great stories of how much they loved each other.  They lived in England and had great careers in government.  She is highly opinionated, educated and adorable at the same time.  I really enjoy Miss Amy if you can't tell.  She always orders a fruit log for me every Christmas from her favorite bakery in England.  She bought Darrell some golf balls out of a catalog.  She is so thoughtful.  Miss Amy wasn't doing to well yesterday.  She is getting very sick due to the natural aging process.  She says she has never truly felt well since Bill left her.  Pray for Miss Amy.  She asks me about having a baby constantly (along with everyone else!)  She smiled so beautifully yesterday when I told her that Darrell and I will start trying to get pregnant soon.  Amidst her pain... she smiled.  It was so pure and gorgeous.  I will see her again next Tuesday.  She asked me to bring "a half a dozen of so" of some peaches.  Secretly, I always pray for a next time with Miss Amy.  So here is to Miss Amy, fruit logs and peaches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2602038109294998882?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2602038109294998882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2602038109294998882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2602038109294998882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2602038109294998882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/fruit-logs-and-peaches.html' title='Fruit Logs and Peaches'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-1705133542221283251</id><published>2007-10-15T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:55:07.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Dress Code</title><content type='html'>Colossians 3:12-17:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   12 -14So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: &lt;strong&gt;compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense.&lt;/strong&gt; Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. &lt;strong&gt;And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It's your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   15 -17Let the peace of Christ keep you in tune with each other, in step with each other. None of this going off and doing your own thing. &lt;strong&gt;And cultivate thankfulness. Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense.&lt;/strong&gt; And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there is just no need for my commentary.  This just says it all for me today.  What else can I say other than I need to be more like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-1705133542221283251?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/1705133542221283251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=1705133542221283251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1705133542221283251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1705133542221283251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/gods-dress-code.html' title='God&apos;s Dress Code'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6294614244631523529</id><published>2007-10-12T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:31:42.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever It Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RxA7PsekVJI/AAAAAAAAACc/STB7RA4pT0s/s1600-h/camry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RxA7PsekVJI/AAAAAAAAACc/STB7RA4pT0s/s400/camry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120657917143700626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a deal and I'm the proud owner of a 2008 black Toyota Camry! Yeah! They hooked me up &lt;a href="http://www.davidmaustoyota.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The service was fantastic and I have a lower car payment! Gotta love it! (That just sounded like a commercial... forgive me but I'm excited!) Their tag line is true. I haggled tough and they did "whatever it takes." I love my car and we have a relationship. What will I name her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6294614244631523529?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6294614244631523529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6294614244631523529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6294614244631523529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6294614244631523529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/whatever-it-takes.html' title='Whatever It Takes'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RxA7PsekVJI/AAAAAAAAACc/STB7RA4pT0s/s72-c/camry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2796689265301045991</id><published>2007-10-12T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:03:25.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyler Perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madea Goes To Jail'/><title type='text'>Madea Teaches the Bible</title><content type='html'>Catching up with Madea- from "Madea Goes To Jail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3tI5j5gHAg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3tI5j5gHAg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little comic relief... watch your "interpretations!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2796689265301045991?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2796689265301045991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2796689265301045991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2796689265301045991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2796689265301045991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/madea-teaches-bible.html' title='Madea Teaches the Bible'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6209772817196379956</id><published>2007-10-11T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:17:15.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Six Days of Bliss</title><content type='html'>I will be off from work for the next six days.  I'm so excited because I just worked a long stretch of days to get here.  It is nice to just rest.  I've scheduled nothing but I am up for anything.  I want to be spontaneous and available.  Here is a general idea of some things I may be participating in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cleaning and laundry&lt;br /&gt;-Hang out with my hubby&lt;br /&gt;-Spend time with my family&lt;br /&gt;-Catch up with friends&lt;br /&gt;-Head up to Universal to buy some tickets at Hard Rock &lt;br /&gt;-Sleep a lot&lt;br /&gt;-Go get a ManPed (what my sister's and I call Manicure/Pedicures)&lt;br /&gt;-See a movie with my mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;-Contact some of my clients (my freelance work)&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the Yves Saint Laurent company warehouse and trade some labor to get new FREE makeup (I love my boss... she hooks me up!) &lt;br /&gt;-Set up a photo shoot to update my portfolio &lt;br /&gt;-Finish reading Mark, move on to Luke in my bible... reading in general&lt;br /&gt;-Go to church on Sunday (I'm so excited about the new series, "Dirty Little Secrets")and have lunch with my FOUR friends that will be coming for the first time! &lt;br /&gt;-Watch some Tyler Perry/Madea stuff... the best plays and movies ever! &lt;br /&gt;-Sleep a lot&lt;br /&gt;-Update my facebook&lt;br /&gt;-Blog&lt;br /&gt;-Surround myself with positive, uplifting people, things, and activities&lt;br /&gt;-Visit my friend Miss Amy &lt;br /&gt;-Sleep a lot&lt;br /&gt;-Force myself into the gym&lt;br /&gt;-Look into trading in my car if I can get a deal&lt;br /&gt;-Strategize my future goals&lt;br /&gt;-Love my time and enjoy every minute&lt;br /&gt;-The thing I'm most excited about... CU at C3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready... let the fun begin.  I just hope it doesn't fly by too quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6209772817196379956?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6209772817196379956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6209772817196379956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6209772817196379956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6209772817196379956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/six-days-of-bliss.html' title='Six Days of Bliss'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8704815706760911540</id><published>2007-10-09T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:07:59.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>What I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sgycukafqQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sgycukafqQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forgiving what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Now what will I do?&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 15:10&lt;br /&gt;Give freely and spontaneously. Don't have a stingy heart. The way you handle matters like this triggers God, your God's, blessing in everything you do, all your work and ventures. There are always going to be poor and needy people among you. So I command you: Always be generous, open purse and hands, give to your neighbors in trouble, your poor and hurting neighbors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-8704815706760911540?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8704815706760911540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8704815706760911540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8704815706760911540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8704815706760911540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-what.html' title='What I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5100016991379792011</id><published>2007-10-07T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:51:58.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Waiting for the Sunrise</title><content type='html'>On Thursday morning I watched the sunrise from above the clouds.  It was nothing less than breathtaking.  Vivid shades of orange and pink transformed the sky into a work of art.  But before long some dark billowing clouds rolled in and covered the sun.  I watched the black clouds and the lightening striking within the clouds for only a few minutes and then tried to get some rest.  I was awakened by the bright sun blaring through the window of the plane.  All the dark clouds were gone and there was nothing but blue sky and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next 2 ½ days at a hospital by my Dad’s bedside; holding his hand, stroking his head and telling him how much I love him.  Even though I knew he was ready to go to heaven, I just wasn’t quite ready to let him go.  On Saturday morning around 6 am he took his final breaths and made the transition from earth to heaven.  I’m sure all of heaven was rejoicing as my Dad entered the gates to meet Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much I could say about my Dad.  He was an awesome dad and grandfather.  He always considered the needs of others above himself.  He even told everyone that he wouldn’t die until I had the opportunity to get to Pennsylvania to say goodbye to him.  He even waited until Travis and the boys made the long 20 hour drive.  Just hours after Caleb and Luke said goodbye to their grandpa he passed away.  He considered himself lucky that he had the opportunity to say goodbye to the people he loved the most.  Not all of us will have this opportunity, but we do have the opportunity to be prepared for the day when our lives here on earth will end, whatever the circumstances.  My dad accepted Christ when he was in his 40’s.  On that day he secured his salvation and his eternity with Christ in preparation for this time.  My dad loved his Lord and never hesitated to share that love with the people around him.  He had the awesome privilege to lead my grandmother and my aunt to Christ before they passed away.  Even on his death bed his biggest concern was for the salvation of his brother.  Through the oxygen mask he shared the Gospel and urged his brother to accept Christ so he could see him again someday in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been so crazy.  Right now I feel like I’m trapped in those big black billowing clouds.  But I know that God has more beautiful sunrises and bright sunny days ahead for me.  Thanks to the love, encouragement, support, and prayers of my husband, family, and friends those sunrises won’t be too far off.  Maybe this morning my Dad got to see the sunrise from above the clouds…or maybe there were too many other amazing things to see and do in heaven to be bothered with a boring old sunrise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5100016991379792011?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5100016991379792011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5100016991379792011&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5100016991379792011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5100016991379792011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/waiting-for-sunrise.html' title='Waiting for the Sunrise'/><author><name>Sandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535755427440187520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6084558240714620276</id><published>2007-10-05T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:47:41.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Still... a Jesus Freak</title><content type='html'>I was a  MAJOR DC Talk fan as a kid. Here's a flashback to my teenage years.  This is my favorite song by them.  What will people think?!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2zSNOWpI9s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2zSNOWpI9s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6084558240714620276?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6084558240714620276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6084558240714620276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6084558240714620276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6084558240714620276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-jesus-freak.html' title='Still... a Jesus Freak'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7055194812059835367</id><published>2007-10-03T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:33:28.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Praying for You...</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers:  Please pray for Sandi and Travis and the boys.  Sandi's father has taken a turn for the worse, and she is trying to get to him as quickly as possible.  Please pray for her dad, for safe travel, and for the family during this difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sandi:&lt;br /&gt;We love you, and pray for safe travel, peace and calmness for you tonight, and comfort and healing for your dad.  Please know that you are not alone.  We are with you, and will continue to lift you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7055194812059835367?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7055194812059835367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7055194812059835367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7055194812059835367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7055194812059835367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/praying-for-you.html' title='Praying for You...'/><author><name>C3 Wives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313888239230775454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7335098039651914814</id><published>2007-10-01T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:43:09.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/RwGTsNYh4nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gwVIKMIbGFE/s1600-h/cropped%2Bfrom%2Bcody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116533039385666162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/RwGTsNYh4nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gwVIKMIbGFE/s200/cropped%2Bfrom%2Bcody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got back from LA last night around 9:30. For those of you who don't know, I went out to California to visit my brother and sister-in-law and meet my new niece, Kylie Reese. I had a great time visiting with my brother and Robin. We even got to see a couple of stars! (Crystal Bernard from &lt;em&gt;Wings&lt;/em&gt; and Sela Ward) We did a few touristy kind of things but mostly just hung out at their apartment in Santa Monica. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie is a very laid back, easy-going baby. She is so sweet! Tim and Robin are adjusting to parenthood and are doing a great job! I hate that they are so far away, but am very thankful for the time I got to spend with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barry did an awesome job taking care of the kids while I was away. I missed them terribly and I am so happy to be home! &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/4742820339430517405-7335098039651914814?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7335098039651914814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7335098039651914814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7335098039651914814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7335098039651914814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-place-like-home.html' title='No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/RwGTsNYh4nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gwVIKMIbGFE/s72-c/cropped%2Bfrom%2Bcody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7356735482831504889</id><published>2007-09-30T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:56:30.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Children of Uganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/99yfE32gTw8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/99yfE32gTw8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7356735482831504889?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7356735482831504889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7356735482831504889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7356735482831504889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7356735482831504889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/invisible-children-of-uganda.html' title='Invisible Children of Uganda'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2704545386359890656</id><published>2007-09-30T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:55:36.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Don't Walk By</title><content type='html'>Please join me in prayer for Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;For the children. For peace. Love demands that we make ourselves aware - let us really SEE their suffering, and then not just see and do nothing. We can pray now, and act when the opportunity arises...and it will arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray.&lt;br /&gt;Educate yourself. (To learn more click HERE).&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to do what you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love demands it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose&lt;/span&gt;." ~ Jim Elliot, Christian Martyr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2704545386359890656?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2704545386359890656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2704545386359890656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2704545386359890656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2704545386359890656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-walk-by.html' title='Don&apos;t Walk By'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8935210322941105316</id><published>2007-09-29T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:37:57.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Break Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BObRMO2Vsbg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BObRMO2Vsbg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-8935210322941105316?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8935210322941105316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8935210322941105316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8935210322941105316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8935210322941105316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/break-free.html' title='Break Free'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-1988311533315786801</id><published>2007-09-27T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:31:19.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Glossy Images</title><content type='html'>More and more I'm realizing that there is one huge danger that sticks out in my mind that relates to people who have been Christians a while. I have been guilty of it myself. I'm challenged by it everyday. I'll tell you what I think it is later but first I want to share a story with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl I know. She's the outgoing, up for anything, always wanting to make others happy type. Despite her joy she lives with a continuous sorrow. You see, the joy she has now comes from her faith in Christ but there is a life before that faith. The sorrow comes from those in her life who haven't experienced the same joy she has yet. Allow me to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend grew up in a home where she knew both of her parents loved her. She also knew that her dad was an alcoholic. Because of the addiction in his life her dad was incapable of being the husband and father he needed to be. She knew of his late nights out, or nights away. She knew of his infidelities and flirtations. She knew... and what she knew hurt. She longed for him to have the faith in Christ he spoke of in church with his Sunday School class or as a deacon. She longed for him to cry out to God the way she saw her mother do it. She longed, and she prayed, and she screamed, and she cried. The message he spoke of with his mouth he knew in his mind but it had no meaning in his heart. This was all very confusing to my friend. Her dad was very harsh and critical towards other "sinners." Harshest to the ones who dealt with the sins he loathed secretly in himself. She didn't understand why he was so aggressive towards others when he was tearing her family apart with his actions. My friend dealt with huge insecurities because of this. Mostly with guys and trust. Her trust was broken again and again and again with guys in her life as she grew older. But God had plans for her. He pulled her from a life that could have ended in pain and destruction and set her on a path of genuinely knowing Him. She met the one, true God. The one her mother cried and clung to. Not the image of Him painted with empty words and fruitless actions. God now continues to place people in her life that have similar struggles. She prays that God will use her life to affect others. My friend still prays for her dad. She still cries out to God for Him. She still has a place of grieving for him. But she has hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend... is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger that we face as Christ followers is forgetting what God saved us from. We should not dwell in our pasts but we must learn from it. It is very safe to surround ourselves with people who look like us, talk like us, and act like us but that is not what Jesus did. Jesus was perfect... who would he have hung out with when he came to earth? He was purposeful in being a friend to the sinners. That bears repeating. Jesus was purposeful in being a &lt;strong&gt;friend to the sinners&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to criticize others. Usually the things we criticize the most are the things we struggle with in ourselves. I do it. I violently twitch inside when someone does something around me that I know I deal with in myself. I want to remember the things Christ has accomplished in me. I need to be reminded of His grace. &lt;strong&gt;If I forget the grace He's shown me then how can I be willing to tell others about it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;If I forget His grace then how can I extend it to others?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to live a life of glossy images and rose colored scenarios. God allowed me to face the trials in my life to glorify Him. I want my life to be a real example... not a fairy tale version of whatever I make it out to be. I love when my sister says, "don't be a stoner." I don't want to throw the stones of inadequacy at someone because they sure hurt when they are thrown at me. I ask God to never let me forget grace because people's lives are too valuable. My daddy's life is too valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 2&lt;br /&gt;7 -10Now God has us where he wants us, with all the time in this world and the next to shower grace and kindness upon us in Christ Jesus. Saving is all his idea, and all his work. All we do is trust him enough to let him do it. It's God's gift from start to finish! We don't play the major role. If we did, we'd probably go around bragging that we'd done the whole thing! No, we neither make nor save ourselves. God does both the making and saving. He creates each of us by Christ Jesus to join him in the work he does, the good work he has gotten ready for us to do, work we had better be doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-1988311533315786801?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/1988311533315786801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=1988311533315786801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1988311533315786801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1988311533315786801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/glossy-images.html' title='Glossy Images'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-4106395343755508456</id><published>2007-09-26T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:45:54.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Don't Call Me A Christian- Revisited</title><content type='html'>*&lt;em&gt;Darrell and I met with our college home team tonight.  We are going through the book "Blue Like Jazz."  I read this book a while ago and it quickly became my favorite read.  If you haven't read it I strongly suggest it.  We discussed Chapter 11 tonight and it reminded me of my very first blog.  Chapter 11 challenged my thought of "being IN the world and not of it."  We must not shelter ourselves.  A lot of "religious" Christians hide behind this verse by only emphasizing the part of not being of the world.  We have a responsibility as Christ followers though to be very relevant IN this world.  I'm reposting my first blog tonight because I'm in a constant state of feeling the things I write about in it. Those feelings hit me hard again tonight.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about what it means now to be called a "Christian" I get knots in my stomach. I have no shame in lining myself up with Jesus Christ but it hurts me to align myself with those that say they represent Him and show no love to those who are different than them. I've grown up in church all my life and have seen hundreds upon thousands of Christians who know a lot but don't show a lot. I would be a liar if I said that was never me. Growing up I took a lot of pride in being a "good girl." I followed all the rules that were indoctrinated into me. Regardless of all my deeds I had a dead faith. I looked upon those who were different as messed up or corrupt. I needed Jesus to resurrect Himself in my life again. I was the so-called Christian like the church in Galatians. The one enslaved by law forgetting about my freedom in Christ. God is a God of change yet He always stays the same. The change He is doing is within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend of mine that just gave her life to the Lord. I'm quite emotional about it. I truly think it is the first time that God has intentionally placed me in someone's life and I layed my pride aside. God used her in my life to teach me a lesson and bless me through her newfound faith. My interactions with her and my prayers for her were not based on another notch in my evangelism belt but out of a deep need to show love again. Love that saved me from bitterness and anger. Love that saved me from mediocrity and hypocricy. That is not to say that I am not mediocre or hypocritical at times. I am... I am human, but through Christ I am made whole and perfect. He purges the impurities in my life and actually uses my weaknesses to show His strengths. If he can change a jaded Christian and turn them into a loving Christ follower, then He can truly save anyone. 99% of the time it is the "Christian" that shows the least amount of love in this world. We need change more than those we consider the greatest offenders because we represent Him... and what a poor representation of the love of God we have shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me finish by saying this. How can we say that we love God and not truly love others? I've read this so much I've memorized it. It is so engrained that I could rattle it off to the point of it having little or no meaning. Let it mean something. 1 Corinthians 13:1-7&amp;13 "If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn't love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God's secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn't love others, I would be nothing. If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it, but if I didn't love others, I would have gained nothing. LOVE IS PATIENT AND KIND. LOVE IS NOT JEALOUS OR BOASTFUL OR PROUD OR RUDE. IT DOES DEMAND IT'S OWN WAY. IT IS NOT IRRITABLE, AND IT KEEPS NO RECORD OF BEING WRONGED. IT DOES NOT REJOICE ABOUT INJUSTICE BUT REJOICES WHENEVER THE TRUTH WINS OUT. LOVE NEVER GIVES UP, NEVER LOSES FAITH, IS ALWAYS HOPEFUL, AND ENDURES THROUGH EVERY CIRCUMSTANCE. Three things will last forever-faith, hope, and love-and the greatest of these is love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-4106395343755508456?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/4106395343755508456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=4106395343755508456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4106395343755508456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4106395343755508456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-call-me-christian-revisited.html' title='Don&apos;t Call Me A Christian- Revisited'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6978442618691347431</id><published>2007-09-25T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:09:10.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye to My Space</title><content type='html'>As Barry begins a new chapter in his life with Facebook... I end one of mine.  I am no longer a "My Spacer."  I'm exclusively a Facebook member now.  I've had my account for a while and it is much easier to monitor.  BTW Mexico was fun.  I'll tell you more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6978442618691347431?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6978442618691347431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6978442618691347431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6978442618691347431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6978442618691347431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/bye-bye-to-my-space.html' title='Bye Bye to My Space'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-9000820328749888569</id><published>2007-09-24T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:20:10.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>A Fight for Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think it's fitting to write about social issues today. In part, in honor of my friend Leigh Ann's birthday. I love Leigh Ann's raw honesty and humor, but lately I have been amazed and challenged by her heart. She is someone who I can honestly say has fought her traditional views of Christianity, God and the church - even to the point of sacrifice. She has been honest in her struggles and transparent in her questioning of the true mission of Christ. She is developing a real sense of being "others focused", and it is a beautiful transformation. Happy birthday, Leigh Ann. You challenge me and make me laugh. Thanks. You rock, and love does win. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't desire that my blog be a place for political commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I were going to discuss politics, I more than likely wouldn't be in the same camp with a President from Columbia University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today, I am in agreement - because after all, the Columbia President (Lee Bollinger) - who spoke before Iran's President Ahmadinejad - spoke more about freedom and the recognition of evil, than just recycling a bunch of political rhetoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His passionate speech was about the triumph of good over evil. It was about vigilantly holding brutal tyranny accountable for human suffering. It was about freedom and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are to be the ideals of the church, but one rarely hears these things from the evangelical pulpit. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we seem afraid to have discourse about issues of social justice? Is it not in the heart of God to "plead the case of the oppressed"? Are we terrified of being labeled "liberal" or worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a difficult path for the Christ-follower to travel. To marry an evangelical passion for each person's soul and eternity with a passion to meet the practical and social needs of the down-trodden. It is difficult, but following Christ demands that we try, even to the point of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we too afraid of labels or misunderstanding to be proactive...or just too lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This speech today, from someone with whom I would most likely be on the polar opposite end of the political spectrum, reminded me of the things going on around the world that I am likely to forget in my comfortable, suburban, American existence. It reminded me of what the absence of love...of God can cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do we fight brutality and evil - with love. And love demands action. The action of love is powerful, but it should be because it is of God. God is love, and if we are about the things of God, then we are about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hears, sees and demands action, and the best part is...LOVE WINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we do have to get in the game&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-9000820328749888569?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/9000820328749888569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=9000820328749888569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/9000820328749888569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/9000820328749888569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/fight-for-love.html' title='A Fight for Love!'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8279811871975767976</id><published>2007-09-24T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:25:49.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girls</title><content type='html'>The last two days have been birthdays of two very special people in my life. The first is my sister, Larissa. She celebrated her birthday yesterday. Larissa is not only my sister, but a great friend. I can remember when we were younger always wanting to be around her, dress like her, and act like her. (Looking back, I know I was NEVER as cool as her!) She is five years older and didn't think it was so cool to have a little sister who was always around. That is, until she moved out of the house and went away to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when our friendship truly developed. I loved when she would come home from college and WANT to hang out with me! We'd go shopping and stay up talking. Imagine how thrilled I was when my BIG sister asked me to move in with her my freshman year of college! We only lived together for one year (she got married!) but it was a great year for us. Over the years, we have remained very close friends. We are privileged to live in the same town and see each other often. Even though our lives our very busy with kids and crazy schedules, we make time to hang out with each other and talk often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second birthday girl is one of my closest and oldest (not in years, but in length of time I've known her!) friends, &lt;a href="http://www.ward1998.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leigh Ann&lt;/a&gt;. Leigh Ann and I have been friends for almost 20 years! We grew up in the youth group together, were roommates in college, got married the same year, and have children around the same ages. We have been with each other through the good and the not-so-good. Leigh Ann is someone I can always count on to make me laugh. She's one of those people who actually says what everyone in the room is thinking, and doesn't apologize for it! That is one of the things I love about her...she's always herself. What you see is what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both, Larissa and Leigh Ann! Happy, Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-8279811871975767976?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8279811871975767976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8279811871975767976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8279811871975767976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8279811871975767976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-two-days-have-been-birthdays-of.html' title='Birthday Girls'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-1095379183744590896</id><published>2007-09-19T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:20:31.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Viva la Mexico</title><content type='html'>Darrell and I are leaving tomorrow morning for our first cruise ever.   We are heading to Mexico for four days.  I'm really looking forward to some time away with my hot hubby.  We'll miss everyone on Sunday but we are already anticipating what God is going to do.  We love you all and we'll see you next week.  Viva la Mexico!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-1095379183744590896?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/1095379183744590896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=1095379183744590896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1095379183744590896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1095379183744590896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/viva-la-mexico.html' title='Viva la Mexico'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6204341181167920285</id><published>2007-09-14T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:18:12.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Full Circle Friendship</title><content type='html'>I have an uncanny ability to pick up right where I left off. It's really weird actually. When I am holding a conversation with someone and the subject moves on to something different I can get back to the original conversation like nothing happened in between. I just like the idea of completing the thought process. I picked up where I left off in another way this week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I worked at Saks Fifth Avenue. I had a friend there that I instantly bonded with. She was artistic, crazy, quirky, fun, energetic, and very comfortable in her own skin. She was also a pale skinned tanorexic, dark haired chica like myself. We just got each other. The last day I ever saw her was August 9, 2003, the day I got married. That same week while Darrell and I went on our honeymoon she moved to Indiana. We stayed in touch for a while but we eventually lost touch. I have always had her on my heart and secretly hoped she'd reappear. This week we have officially picked up where we left off. She called me a couple of weeks ago to tell me that she went through a very difficult period in her life and needed to move back to Orlando. She was wondering if I could help her get a job quickly. I was more than happy to grant her that favor. She officially started working with me this week and my boss asked me to train her so we've been able to spend a lot of time together. I feel like she never left. We were laughing today about some of the memories we have together and she confirmed my feeling as well. She said to me, "laughing about that makes me feel like I never left." I love that. In that moment it was as if August 2003 just picked up again in September 2007 with no lapse in between. This blesses me beyond words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this type of full circle friendship can continue with us imagine what God is capable of. I've had lapses in my life when my relationship and friendship with Him has not been maintained. I missed my time connecting with Him. I felt guilty for not reading my bible like I should or talking to Him regularly. I now realize that He is waiting in anticipation for me to contribute to our relationship again during those times. I think God just wants to hang out with me. He wants to be the friend that sticks closer than a brother to me. He wants to do life with me. I'm so amazed that He wants to know me through everything. The joys, the sorrows, the ups, the downs. He is my rock and my salvation. He is the ultimate friend and I'm so glad I can live in the assurance that He will never leave me. He waits for me. Be encouraged that He waits for you to. If you've had a season of wondering He anticipates picking up where you left off. God is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6204341181167920285?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6204341181167920285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6204341181167920285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6204341181167920285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6204341181167920285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/full-circle-friendship.html' title='The Full Circle Friendship'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2156658179496390366</id><published>2007-09-11T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:37:37.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Day the World Changed</title><content type='html'>It is unbelievable to me that it has been six years since the tragedy of 9/11.  It is one of those days that is imprinted on my heart and mind for life.  I remember exactly where I was when I found out about the first World Trade Center being attacked.  In my safe, naive, American world I knew it had to have been an accident... and then the other building... gone.  My image that I had held onto my whole life of a secure, idealistic, United States changed in an instant.  I never knew of such hate before.  I had lived almost a quarter of a century on that day and I had never once thought about terrorism.  HUGE reality check.  This was a pure moment.  A moment where I truly had to think about others before myself.  I always thought I was socially aware and conscious of others but we live in a nation of privilege and security.  Our security had been threatened and there was a loss and grief beyond the comprehension of words or feelings... so what happened next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that compels me most when I remember the circumstances surrounding 9/11 is the unity and LOVE that brought all of us together.  In an instant we all came together as Americans and just loved one another.  As I watched the continuing coverage on the news I grieved with those who lost loved ones, I prayed for the heroes and leaders in charge, I loved and I watched everyone else love.  I saw every backgroud come together and lift each other up.  We embraced those we never knew.  We cried alongside of our neighbor.  We all felt the need for each other... no life was taken for granted.  I sometimes wonder when the switch flipped back again.  When did life just casually slip back to the way it used to be?  When did we all start taking life and love for granted again?  I am just as guilty of taking these things for granted but I pray that the lessons of 9/11 will remain with me forever.  I grieve for the loss of the husband, wives, mothers, sisters, brothers.  I pray for our leaders and civic heroes.  I just want to love.  After all it is only love that will overpower the hate.  Love like you mean it and never forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2156658179496390366?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2156658179496390366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2156658179496390366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2156658179496390366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2156658179496390366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-world-changed.html' title='The Day the World Changed'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7786774863456017196</id><published>2007-09-08T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:44:27.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Listening To</title><content type='html'>"The Adventure" by Angels and Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKnfv_MtUOw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKnfv_MtUOw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7786774863456017196?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7786774863456017196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7786774863456017196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7786774863456017196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7786774863456017196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-im-listening-to.html' title='What I&apos;m Listening To'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2123431504068647344</id><published>2007-09-07T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:16:39.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday was great because...</title><content type='html'>1. I got to surprise Emma at school for lunch. (Which, by the way, should probably be called breakfast because her class eats from 10:03-10:28.) She was pleasantly surprised to see me and I had fun meeting all of her new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a massage at &lt;a href="http://www.spaorlando.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; place. I highly recommend it. I've only had a couple of massages in my life, but I could get used to this! Some good friends gave me a gift certificate on my birthday last year and I just got around to using it (10 months later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got a hair cut, which, in and of itself is not all that exciting, but I absolutely love when I get my hair shampooed and blow-dried by someone else. Anyone who knows me well knows how much I hate blow-drying my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I got home from being "pampered" all of the laundry was done and the house was clean! I have the best &lt;a href="http://www.barryleathers.com/"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;! (He hasn't been feeling very well and he STILL took the time to do a little housework because he knows how much that means to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We had grilled pizza for dinner. That's right...we grilled the pizza dough and each put our own toppings on. Mine had mozarella cheese, red onions, yellow peppers, mushrooms and sundried tomatoes. Yumm-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My niece should be born any minute now in California. My twin brother is going to be a dad for the first time. I wish I could be there with them. My sister-in-law was induced at 7am and we are anxiously awaiting a phone call. We've been in touch all day and everything is progressing well, just slowly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  (10:14pm)  Kylie Reese (my niece) was born at 5:26 (CA time) this evening.  She weighed in at 7lbs, 13oz., 19 1/2 inches long.  Mommy and baby are doing great.  I can't wait to meet you, Kylie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Friday was great! Have a fun weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2123431504068647344?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2123431504068647344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2123431504068647344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2123431504068647344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2123431504068647344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-was-great-because.html' title='Friday was great because...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7691924149151821690</id><published>2007-09-05T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:45:43.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back, Sandi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/Rt8_LrnDuuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zkmPJJnrDyA/s1600-h/DSC_6386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/Rt8_LrnDuuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zkmPJJnrDyA/s320/DSC_6386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106869972379089634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back home, Sandi.  We missed you so much - and we are so glad that you got to spend some quality time with your dad.  Please know that we will all continue to pray for you, your dad, and the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blogging public has missed you terribly, as well.  &lt;br /&gt;Know that you are in our hearts and prayers...WELCOME HOME!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuvYa, Angie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7691924149151821690?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7691924149151821690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7691924149151821690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7691924149151821690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7691924149151821690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-back-sandi.html' title='Welcome Back, Sandi!'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/Rt8_LrnDuuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zkmPJJnrDyA/s72-c/DSC_6386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6932087283199890417</id><published>2007-09-03T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:02:15.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Mi Familia Loca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RtzgClgXpwI/AAAAAAAAABU/ckcsrsLplGQ/s1600-h/1420218681_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RtzgClgXpwI/AAAAAAAAABU/ckcsrsLplGQ/s320/1420218681_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106202412563539714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of spending the day with my crazy Colombian family.  Darrell and I went over to my uncle's house for a Labor Day barbecue and we had a great time.  Let me take you there.&lt;br /&gt;Setting:  My uncle and aunt's house with a newly broken A/C. We hung out in their new sun porch though.  It overlooks the lake in their backyard so it was breezy and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;In Attendance:  Five out of six of my mother's siblings, their spouses, and children.  Darrell, myself, my mother-in-law, my sisters Brittney and Cassie, Brittney's boyfriend Eric, my nephew Hayden, my grandmother and some friends of my aunt and uncle with their child as well, and a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;Food:  Hamburgers, hot dogs, ribs, and veggie burgers (I have a large vegan/vegetarian population within my family... they are converting more and more by each passing year.)  We also had salad and baked beans... oh, and cake.  Typical barbecue dining.&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance:  A lot of joking around and cutting up.  Football was discussed on more than one occasion and there were many cuts made on other's teams.  I caught up with my cousin Aislinn, who is a senior in high school.  I had to get the dish on what's been going down in her life.  It's all good.  We danced to really, really, really loud salsa, merengue, and pop music.  (This is always my favorite part of any family gathering.  I love to dance and I love that everyone in my family loves to dance because they all do it so well... I get it from my mama!)&lt;br /&gt;I love my fun family and the time I get to spend with them.  It seems like we only get together with my extended family on the major holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter.  I'm thankful for the bonus family day today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6932087283199890417?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6932087283199890417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6932087283199890417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6932087283199890417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6932087283199890417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-familia-loca.html' title='Mi Familia Loca'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RtzgClgXpwI/AAAAAAAAABU/ckcsrsLplGQ/s72-c/1420218681_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-4063462301772141073</id><published>2007-08-31T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:42:18.232-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>All things work together....</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day yesterday.  It seemed that everything that could go wrong did.  It started the night before.  I drank a mountain dew which is the root of all evil.  If I drink one of those I'm doomed when it's time for me to sleep.  So, needless to say, the last time I remember looking at the clock it was 3:00 am.  Due to my lack of sleep I started feeling really sick.  I came home from work and crashed the second I hit my bed.  There was a bunch of junk that happened while I was working to enhance my crappy mood.  I was trying to pull myself together so I wouldn't effect anyone else with my irritations.  Nothing major happened to put me in a funk but a bunch of little things were getting under my skin.  Then I started thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:26-28:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   26 And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness. For example, we don’t know what God wants us to pray for. But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words. 27 And the Father who knows all hearts knows what the Spirit is saying, for the Spirit pleads for us believers[a] in harmony with God’s own will. 28 And we know that God causes everything to work together[b] for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about all the times in my life when MAJOR disappointments had happened and how God miraculously made the circumstances benefit my life and growth in it.  If He can do it with the big things He can certainly turn my bad day full of little annoying circumstances around to something good.  I love that verse 28 says "everything" ... even the little things will work out.  God has my bad day under control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-4063462301772141073?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/4063462301772141073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=4063462301772141073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4063462301772141073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4063462301772141073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-things-work-together.html' title='All things work together....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-9094840565589108156</id><published>2007-08-27T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:17:01.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Hey Rap Girl</title><content type='html'>Hey Andrea, I love that you're a rap girl!  I so enjoyed watching you sing and dance with the kids in Powerhouse yesterday.  I know all the kids are so happy you're back grooving with them again too.  You do such an awesome job in there and it is so obvious that you absolutely love it...that's what makes you so perfect for the part.  Thanks for also sharing your cooking talent with us last week too...we totally enjoyed our "Tour of Italy" at the Lopers.  So, do you rap while you cook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-9094840565589108156?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/9094840565589108156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=9094840565589108156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/9094840565589108156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/9094840565589108156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-rap-girl.html' title='Hey Rap Girl'/><author><name>Sandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535755427440187520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6603136930805098391</id><published>2007-08-27T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:24:54.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>C3... un.orthodox!</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay... so I'm the rap girl.  I love all music but hip hop is just soooooooo cool!  Darrell and I visited Crossover Church in Tampa a few weeks ago.  This is the pastor.  He goes by the name Urban D. and this video describes C3 Church culture as well.  His vision is to be un.orthodox in reaching the community around him for Christ.  I'm so grateful that Pastor Byron is seeking God first and prays for un.orthodox methods to reach the lost.  I've included some of the lyrics at the end of the song that I think fits C3 perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=7517243"&gt;Urban D. "Un.orthodox" Music Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=7517243&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=7517243&amp;title=Urban D. &amp;quot;Un.orthodox&amp;quot; Music Video"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vs. 3 On my journey’s people ask my occupation I tell em’ I’m a pastor and an artist – there’s amazement True engagement / Sometimes I wish I could take they look and frame it They can’t picture a cat that’s braided Cuz the old school presentation got em’ jaded But so many people waited (For a ministry out the box) With no cultural locks (C3 Church) – unorthodox Dreadlocks fades and fitted’s A multi-cultural faith community that’s committed To the great commandment and the great commission We orthodox in our beliefs, but not in our fishin’ We into Biblical context and not tradition Cuz we’re more concerned about your heart’s condition (We got a passion from God) – so we’re Purpose Driven We look just like you – but we found what’s missin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my shout out to my family at C3!  Let's be un.orthodox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6603136930805098391?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6603136930805098391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6603136930805098391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6603136930805098391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6603136930805098391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-okay.html' title='C3... un.orthodox!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-289488337999162136</id><published>2007-08-26T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:28:18.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say I have the best group of friends in the world.  I wanna let you know about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie-I can tell you anything and feel safe.  You make me laugh with your witty yet amusing banter.  You sing real pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda-It's just easy with you.   You make everyone feel loved.  You have really cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;placemat&lt;/span&gt; handbags(in other words... you're very creative!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy-I feel like I've known you forever.  You're sweet and pretty.  You make the best snow cones ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh Ann-I can always count on you to say what I'm thinking but can't quite articulate the way you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally-I can't quite narrow it down to one thing with you.  You are ALWAYS there for me!  Loyal to the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy-I can be silly with you and then completely serious.  You fluctuate your mood with mine.  We are one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel-You always encourage me with your vivacious and fun-loving spirit.  You're just a fun gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alexie&lt;/span&gt;-I look up to you... even if you are just a bit shorter!  You've been adopted into my family as my new third sister.  I wanna be the mommy you are one day... amazing!  I am in awe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few friends that I have recently spent time with.  I love all of you and thank God for the blessing of having friends like you in my life!   I am always praying that God connect me with more of the women at C3.  There are so many of you I'd love to know better.  We all have busy schedules and hectic lives but don't forget to take some time out for some real connection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C3 women rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-289488337999162136?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/289488337999162136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=289488337999162136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/289488337999162136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/289488337999162136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-1118080816715543861</id><published>2007-08-24T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:12:27.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><title type='text'>411 on the Women of C3</title><content type='html'>Periodically, I like to highlight what some of the great women of C3 are thinking.  Lately, God has used many of their blogs to encourage me.  So, I wanted to share their blogsites with you so you can check them out, too!  Here are some of my recent favorites:  Patti says &lt;a href="http://www.patiotalk.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in her brand new blog &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Patio Talk&lt;/span&gt;.  Jennie says &lt;a href="http://jacobsonfamily5.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in her blog &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Controlled Chaos&lt;/span&gt;.  And Monica says &lt;a href="http://monicahunt.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in her new blog &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Laugh Often, Love Always&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks, ya'll for keepin' it real, and for helping me "run free and fearless".  You rock and you are SO C3!  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-1118080816715543861?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/1118080816715543861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=1118080816715543861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1118080816715543861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1118080816715543861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/411-on-women-of-c3.html' title='411 on the Women of C3'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2245789794313224343</id><published>2007-08-23T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:10:17.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My New Reality Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rs4-nVgXpuI/AAAAAAAAABE/-50K9doZg8M/s1600-h/d+and+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rs4-P1gXptI/AAAAAAAAAA8/paqcCROBTmQ/s1600-h/tori+and+dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102083869639157458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rs4-P1gXptI/AAAAAAAAAA8/paqcCROBTmQ/s320/tori+and+dean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new television show that I love. "Tori and Dean: Inn Love." They are sooooo Andrea and Darrell. We happened to catch it while the marathon of season one was on and Darrell just laughed at Tori's theatrical over the top personality. He then said, "honey, oh my gosh, that is you!" I loved the idea of running a modern bed and breakfast and pulling out a red carpet for the grand opening with ice &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rs4-_lgXpvI/AAAAAAAAABM/Sp9_5eK-eNk/s1600-h/mobmain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102084689977911026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="212" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rs4-_lgXpvI/AAAAAAAAABM/Sp9_5eK-eNk/s320/mobmain.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sculptures,  spotlights and just good old fashioned fabulousness. What I love more is that her husband tries SO hard to bring her back down to earth. I'm definitely exuberant, emotional, intensely passionate, and very much a dreamer. Darrell is much more the realist. I need that. I think I want to meet them and see how we click. We'd probably become best friends. There goes my dreamer side again...&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/4742820339430517405-2245789794313224343?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2245789794313224343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2245789794313224343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2245789794313224343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2245789794313224343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-reality-obsession.html' title='My New Reality Obsession'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rs4-P1gXptI/AAAAAAAAAA8/paqcCROBTmQ/s72-c/tori+and+dean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-387544286209542789</id><published>2007-08-23T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:55:43.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Exercise</title><content type='html'>Dear Drill Sergeant at the Blanchard Park YMCA Boot Camp Class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hate me so much?  Why do you make me run until I feel like I will throw up?  Do you love the look of sheer pain on my face as I do my 100th jump-squat?  And what's with all the push-ups?  Why do I continue to torture myself by going to your class twice a week?  I think it's because secretly I love the torture...I love how I feel when I leave your class.  Thanks for the great workout...now I need to go throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-387544286209542789?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/387544286209542789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=387544286209542789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/387544286209542789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/387544286209542789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/death-by-exercise.html' title='Death by Exercise'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8962263746584242205</id><published>2007-08-23T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:09:52.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Home With Amanda</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things to do is shop and I love to get a good deal, whether it's on groceries, an outfit for one of my kids, or a new pair of shoes for myself. My sister, Larissa, and I have competitions to see who can get the best deal...she usually wins. (One time she bought a brand new pair of pants for 99 cents...and they were cute!) I have lots of stories about her and her bargain-shopping experiences that would make you laugh including one about expired beef jerky at Eckerd's. (Sorry, Larissa...hope I didn't embarrass you! I love you and all your bargain shopping stories.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, between Larissa and my good friend, Heather, I have learned how to be a better bargain shopper. Thought I'd share a couple of websites that are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.mycoupons.com/"&gt;mycoupons.com &lt;/a&gt;This site has several message boards that give great advise on which stores are having good sales. My favorite is on the LWIF board (look what I found). People share about bargains they have found around town at stores like Target, KMart, and CVS. They let you know when Target does their 75% off markdowns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://afullcup.com/upload/cmps_index.php"&gt;afullcup.com &lt;/a&gt;This site has a target coupon generator where you can print as many coupons as you need on a particular item. (A few weeks ago they had a great deal on baby food...I stocked up! I spent a total of about $2.00 and got enough food to feed Jackson for a month!) You can also find weekly ads for just about any grocery store in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a couple of sites to help you save a few bucks.  Try it out...you just might get addicted!  Happy shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-8962263746584242205?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8962263746584242205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8962263746584242205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8962263746584242205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8962263746584242205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-home-with-amanda.html' title='At Home With Amanda'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8206531010474738210</id><published>2007-08-20T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:20:36.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The first day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RspZ_FgXpsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yujdyo52K84/s1600-h/cass5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100988468295083714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RspZ_FgXpsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yujdyo52K84/s320/cass5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RspZjVgXprI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yiZ1uxKTxqQ/s1600-h/cass3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of my sister Cassie. Today was her first day of school... as a fourth grade teacher! She just graduated from UCF in the spring and accepted a position at Vista Lakes Elementary. She is so smart, pretty, driven, responsible, patient and sweet. I love her so much and I wish I would have had a teacher like her when I was younger. You'll be amazing Cassie! Love ya!&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/4742820339430517405-8206531010474738210?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8206531010474738210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8206531010474738210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8206531010474738210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8206531010474738210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='The first day of school'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/RspZ_FgXpsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yujdyo52K84/s72-c/cass5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-679286477170072699</id><published>2007-08-20T16:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:29:46.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Jitters</title><content type='html'>Emma's first day of Kindergarten was today and I'm not sure who was more nervous...me or her. I think me. She has been so excited about going to Kindergarten. She even had a "Countdown to Kindergarten" on the fridge this summer. She got up early this morning, (she insisted on setting her alarm clock last night so she wouldn't be late!) got dressed, ate breakfast and was ready to walk out the door by 7:30! Barry and I drove her to school, walked her to her classroom and anticipated a tearful good-bye. I took her picture, gave her a kiss, and she was ready to begin her day...no tears-YEAH!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100881524006171490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/Rsn4uG-9s2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R9FLUrUCWMw/s320/IMG_1404.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;I picked her up at the end of the day and the first thing I saw was a great big smile. She loved her first day! I am so proud of her and can't believe she is already in Kindergarten! Where did the last 5 years go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Emma! Ansley, Jackson and I will miss you during the day but we know that you are going to love Kindergarten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-679286477170072699?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/679286477170072699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=679286477170072699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/679286477170072699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/679286477170072699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-jitters.html' title='First Day Jitters'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/Rsn4uG-9s2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R9FLUrUCWMw/s72-c/IMG_1404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-2047323335078887998</id><published>2007-08-20T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:54:05.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Angie!</title><content type='html'>Happy, Happy Birthday, Angie!  I hope your day is wonderful!  I am so thankful for you and the friendship that we share.  We have been through so many ups and downs this year and you have been so encouraging to me through it all.  So, even though I wasn't the first person to blog about your special day, I hope you know how much I love you!  You rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-2047323335078887998?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/2047323335078887998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=2047323335078887998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2047323335078887998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/2047323335078887998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-angie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Angie!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-1945962163668755430</id><published>2007-08-20T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:09:17.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Go shorty, it's your birthday... we gonna party like it's your birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Angie!  You're one of my most favoritest people in the world!  I love you and I hope your day is awesome!  You  are an amazing friend, a great mom, an unbelievable example of a C3 wife, and just a plain ol' down chic!   Keep it real girl!  Love ya!  You are so C3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-1945962163668755430?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/1945962163668755430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=1945962163668755430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1945962163668755430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1945962163668755430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/go-shorty-its-your-birthday-we-gonna.html' title='Go shorty, it&apos;s your birthday... we gonna party like it&apos;s your birthday!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3513597538300935489</id><published>2007-08-18T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:40:21.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Pedigrees</title><content type='html'>There was a time in my life when I really wanted people to see my life as somewhat perfect. It is a natural tendency for most christians. We feel like if we mask our flaws or overstate the "right" in our lives somehow that will attract unbelievers to Christ. I have now come to realize quite the opposite. I am nothing but a selfish, flawed, and sinful person by nature. The only man who walked this earth as a perfect individual was Jesus Christ. I strive to be more like Him but I would be foolish to think that I am not like everybody else. Romans 4 reminds us that no one is righteous. We are all destructive by nature. The only way to righteousness is through Christ alone. He frees us from our greed, our lies, our destuctive ways, our pasts... He frees us from ourselves. He freed me and I am eternally grateful. I wonder why we forget what God brought us out of. Some feel God has saved them from more than others but He ultimately saves us all from the same thing. Death and separation from Him. I can't imagine my life without God. I know I cannot claim anything on my own because it is only Him who gives me strenth to forgive, to be kind, to seek after Him, to focus on the things that matter. I am NOTHING without Christ. It makes me so sad that people forget that. We cannot do anything in our own might. I am so broken but Jesus has the ability to fix my brokeness. I wish more Christ followers would portray themselves as real people with real problems and point others to the real and only solution. The piety and self righteousness means nothing to me now. I have come to terms with my sin nature. I seek yet I will stumble. I must get up and keep seeking though. The world sees right through the phony catergories we place ourselves in and quite frankly... that's the wall that hinders many from Christ's love. I'm not interested in claiming the higher ground on my own because without the Lord I am stuck in a valley . He is the only one who has the right to make a claim on me. I am not interested in comparing myself with others because I am uniquely designed by Christ. I do not state my spiritual pedigree because I am never going to be good enough to. (&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Titus+3%3A1-11&amp;amp;version1=51"&gt;Titus 3&lt;/a&gt;) I only seek Him, love Him and love others because that is all He requires. I am covered by His blood and I will never forget what He has saved me from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3513597538300935489?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3513597538300935489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3513597538300935489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3513597538300935489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3513597538300935489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/spiritual-pedigrees.html' title='Spiritual Pedigrees'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6336316342478540815</id><published>2007-08-17T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:21:54.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM2 Party Pooper</title><content type='html'>So, our girls were geared up for a night of High School Musical 2.  We ordered pizza, popped popcorn, and made brownies.  The movie started at 8:00.  The girls were really into it...for about 45 minutes.  Emma had been lying on my shoulder for a while when all of a sudden her head fell into my lap.  Yep, she fell asleep!  She had been looking forward to this all week and she couldn't even stay awake for the whole movie.  Oh, well...we recorded it, so I'm sure she'll watch it again (and again, and again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this all the time.  Barry makes fun of me because I VERY rarely stay awake for an entire movie.  It doesn't matter how great the movie is, if I'm in a horizontal position, I will fall asleep within 30 minutes.  Like mother, like daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, props to Disney for delivering an entertaining movie and a fun family night for the Leathers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6336316342478540815?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6336316342478540815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6336316342478540815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6336316342478540815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6336316342478540815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/hsm2-party-pooper.html' title='HSM2 Party Pooper'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5127269827854045956</id><published>2007-08-16T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:40:52.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance?</title><content type='html'>I love any show that involves dancing.  Dance is such a show of emotion.  I love hip hop and swing the most.  It's just so fun and exciting. Tonight was the finale of "So You Think You Can Dance?" and I was so thrilled that a girl won!  It's about time!  The last two seasons guys have taken home the money so it was great to see the chicas representing.  I really wanted Lacey to win but I loved Sabra as well... it was much deserved. I love to dance!  Speaking of which, I'm so excited to be back in Powerhouse this Sunday after taking the summer off!  I can't wait to sing and dance with all the kids again.  I better start practicing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5127269827854045956?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5127269827854045956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5127269827854045956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5127269827854045956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5127269827854045956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-834029254432197959</id><published>2007-08-16T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:39:34.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...(To a Theater Near You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Izj-qS2Yx4g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Izj-qS2Yx4g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's always good to remember the blessings and opportunities that  are in store for those who are faithful to follow Christ in the journey of change.  Imagine the possibilities, and don't lose hope.  Keep the faith!  Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-834029254432197959?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/834029254432197959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=834029254432197959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/834029254432197959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/834029254432197959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/coming-soonto-theater-near-you.html' title='Coming Soon...(To a Theater Near You)'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-1811017022332447713</id><published>2007-08-16T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:05:33.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Hangin' with My Herd</title><content type='html'>Byron and I have two "Barrys" in our lives:  Barry Leathers (C3 Executive Pastor, and he and Amanda are some of our closest friends), and Barry Oser (Kayleigh's boyfriend and "like a son" to us).  Ironically, both of them posted the same YouTube video around the same period of time, and had a similar take on it.  You can check out their blogs about this video &lt;a href="http://www.pushing-the-limit.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://barryoser.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this video was moving to me - and I draw my own analogies from it as well.  It just depends on the day as to which "character" I identify with the most.  Many days, I can relate to the baby water buffalo: the enemy will try to "pick me off", isolate me from sources of protection, strength and encouragement, and pull me to pieces.  Other days, I feel like the powerful buffalo that knocks the crouching lions into the air and won't back down no matter what comes (these days are more rare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some days, I can identify best with the on-lookers who watch in helpless horror as the scene unfolds - knowing that the lions are behaving like lions - with their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cunning ability to sense weakness&lt;/span&gt; and attack when you're at your weakest point, and the crocodiles are doing the same - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;looking out for their own appetites&lt;/span&gt; - not making the initial attack, but wanting to benefit from the struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most profound aspects of this video, for me, was the fact that the herd of buffalo never give up on the baby - even when it seems certain that there was no hope of survival - even when all seems lost, they won't leave the fallen one behind.  They seem to understand that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they are only as strong as their weakest "member"&lt;/span&gt; - and if they don't fight back, they will lose more and more of themselves to the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we can relate to this: as Christ-followers, in the ministry, as members of a unique community of faith like C3 Church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to "have each other's backs"; otherwise, we can be picked-off, torn to pieces, and left for dead spiritually, emotionally and in all the important areas of life.  I thank God that Byron and I KNOW that there are other honkin' "buffalo" in our lives that come hell or high water, have our backs - often at great personal sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the buffalo - and we're not going to give up the fight until all the people who have felt&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; disenfranchised by the church, outside of the grace of God, and disillusioned by "religion"&lt;/span&gt; hear that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they've not been left&lt;/span&gt;...the herd is coming and the "lions" and "crocs" will have to have their appetites for destruction filled another day.  The herd is circling...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAIR WARNING&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love is the movement&lt;/span&gt; - Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-1811017022332447713?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/1811017022332447713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=1811017022332447713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1811017022332447713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/1811017022332447713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/hangin-with-my-herd.html' title='Hangin&apos; with My Herd'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7025322232661065925</id><published>2007-08-15T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:46:55.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Fanmail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=14635459"&gt;fanmail video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=14635459&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=14635459&amp;title=fanmail video"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt; More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics to "Fanmail" by KJ-52.  Check out the video.  I hope it makes you think like it did me.  Are we showing others that God can take the pain away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are sliced up but I'm not embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way I get attention now from my parents&lt;br /&gt;It's not like they really take the time to be caring&lt;br /&gt;They just use me to watch the baby when they run they errands&lt;br /&gt;My name is ___ I got a friend named Karen&lt;br /&gt;She gave me your CD with the track for Eminem&lt;br /&gt;You wrote a song called #1 fan I listened and&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know if you can help me like you was helping them&lt;br /&gt;She had something even harder to be mentioning&lt;br /&gt;Like every single day I struggle just with fitting in&lt;br /&gt;Plus the boys won't give me no attention and&lt;br /&gt;I get teased and made fun of by all my friends and then&lt;br /&gt;See I'm feeling like I'm wishing now that I could end&lt;br /&gt;My life cuz I'm sick and tired of all the time I spend&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out how I could be worth anything&lt;br /&gt;Can u help me KJ from your fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this letter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have to tell ya&lt;br /&gt;I need some help from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this letter&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you get it&lt;br /&gt;I need some help from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with my mom ever since my parents split&lt;br /&gt;And At home I spend my time on the Internet&lt;br /&gt;Looking at porn Im addicted and I'm sick of it&lt;br /&gt;Myspace dot com is mostly where I'm getting it&lt;br /&gt;On top of that there's videos that I can watch&lt;br /&gt;And I really wanna quit but its like I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;See I'm scared that I'm just gonna get caught&lt;br /&gt;And when I see a girl all I think is dirty thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And its not that I don't know that it's really wrong&lt;br /&gt;But its right there for me every time I'm logging on&lt;br /&gt;I got all your CD's I really like your songs&lt;br /&gt;Well I downloaded em but anyway moving on&lt;br /&gt;My screen name is KJ-52 is the bomb&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a website KJ rock's dot com&lt;br /&gt;I really some help cuz I can't tell my Mom&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way my real name is ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this letter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have to tell ya&lt;br /&gt;I need some help from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this letter&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you get it&lt;br /&gt;I need some help from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the time just to write you&lt;br /&gt;We play you every Wednesday at my youth group&lt;br /&gt;I love your music and we all think that you's cool&lt;br /&gt;But I been struggling ever since I moved to a new school&lt;br /&gt;See everybody thinks that I'm the perfect Christian girl&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time trying to believe that God is real&lt;br /&gt;I've been on mission trips and camps the whole deal&lt;br /&gt;My dad had cancer tho I prayed that God would heal&lt;br /&gt;But he died anyway so it's hard to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like he cares about me so was it God's will&lt;br /&gt;To take away my dad I really got a raw deal&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to swallow all my mom's pills&lt;br /&gt;When I pray I really doubt it&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way or maybe I've never found it&lt;br /&gt;I been smoking and drinking nobody knows about it&lt;br /&gt;By the way my name is ___ don't mispronounce it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could write to every kid that's out there&lt;br /&gt;Every kid that's hurting feels like nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;I would tell them that God can wipe away tear&lt;br /&gt;And he's right near and I would say it quite clear&lt;br /&gt;Your here for a reason you're not a mistake&lt;br /&gt;You are a special creation that God himself made&lt;br /&gt;To the victims of abuse to every girl that was raped&lt;br /&gt;You can live you can be free from your pain&lt;br /&gt;And find strength and no longer be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;You can find peace and hope In Jesus name&lt;br /&gt;You aint gotta live with this hurt every day&lt;br /&gt;Christ came to give you life in a much better way&lt;br /&gt;To every kid right now that's full of hate&lt;br /&gt;And bitterness I'd tell em just to give it all away&lt;br /&gt;To the one that came to take all the blame&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'd write here's what I'd say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7025322232661065925?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7025322232661065925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7025322232661065925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7025322232661065925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7025322232661065925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/fanmail.html' title='Fanmail'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6912349715406752625</id><published>2007-08-11T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:48:25.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>I Think I Still Hear the Ocean</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I need a little prodding to blog. Now I've just spent the last 15 minutes trying to log on because I couldn't remember my username and password...maybe that's an indication that it has been a while since the last time I've blogged. Now that I'm really in the mood for blogging after that, this will probably not be as long as originally planned. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just got back from a wonderful vacation in the Florida Keys. We spent a great deal of time in the ocean, by the ocean, and on the ocean. (It is pretty hard to get away from the ocean when you vacation in the Keys though.) It was just the right combination of relaxation and fun. We really got "unplugged" and it was great! We vacationed with some of our good friends: the Jacobsons and the Newcombs. You can see some pictures on Travis' blog (sorry I'm not blogging savvy enough to know how to write "here" and have it link to his site so you'll have to find it yourself...fyi, there's a link somewhere in the margin of this site) but I saved a few pictures for my blog that I wouldn't let him use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FyrM6MowQM/Rr6A-40Db5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/t_maMaGr61A/s1600-h/IMG_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097653646120939410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FyrM6MowQM/Rr6A-40Db5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/t_maMaGr61A/s320/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll only post 1 of some of the kids for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must admit...they are really cute, aren't they? All of the kids had an absolute blast, and parents of children who are happy and getting along are happy too. When we asked our kids what their favorite part of vacation was they responded with "Everything!" I'm quite certain we created some memories that will last a lifetime this week...and just in case they don't remember I took a few hundred pictures to remind them. We also enjoyed some good food together (that's always a key element of a good vacation for me)...nothing like going to a seafood buffet with 14 people and then having the husbands (only one was mine:)) prepare a freshly caught lobster dinner in your hotel room the next evening. Mmmm, that was delicious....why is everyone always so surprised by how much I'm capable of eating when the food is good...I mean really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3FyrM6MowQM/Rr6COI0Db6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VoPb6cjf4yI/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun vacation but I am looking forward to being back at C3 tomorrow morning...or is that today already? It is going to be a great morning with Riverdale &amp;amp; I'm sure an awesome message delivered from God through Pastor Byron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you at C3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6912349715406752625?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6912349715406752625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6912349715406752625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6912349715406752625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6912349715406752625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-i-still-hear-ocean.html' title='I Think I Still Hear the Ocean'/><author><name>Sandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535755427440187520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FyrM6MowQM/Rr6A-40Db5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/t_maMaGr61A/s72-c/IMG_1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6937474820268911199</id><published>2007-08-11T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:37:57.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>"Super Verna" &amp; the C3 Crew</title><content type='html'>Since we are all about children at C3 Church, we are thrilled that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verna Gange&lt;/span&gt; is now the director of our children's ministries.  Verna has worked in the corporate world as well as in several schools.  She is an administrative "dynamo" with a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;let's get it done&lt;/span&gt; attitude.  She has a great love for children and education, so we know she will be a great asset as we pursue excellence in our ministries to children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Pastor Travis, she and her crew - Don Jacobson, Marlene Pagan, Monica Hunt and a number of hard-working volunteers - are committed to taking "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Powerhouse&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First Look&lt;/span&gt;" to a whole new level of excellence and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall is going to ROCK at C3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Verna and her "crew" for loving God by loving kids!  You are awesome and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU ARE SO C3&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6937474820268911199?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6937474820268911199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6937474820268911199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6937474820268911199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6937474820268911199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-verna-c3-crew.html' title='&quot;Super Verna&quot; &amp; the C3 Crew'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8248983342112697061</id><published>2007-08-11T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T12:33:24.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Sandi - Revisited</title><content type='html'>Since Sandi has been "out of pocket" for quite a while, here's some of her best stuff to remind us to be grateful that we are free...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE TO BE C3&lt;/span&gt;!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom. It's something we're all thankful for but often take for granted. Today is a day for us to reflect and thank God for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking about how thankful I am to live in a free country, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I began to think about our awesome church&lt;/span&gt;. Freedom doesn't come without a cost and our freedom to be the church that God called us to be also did not come without a cost. We've had to fight for our freedom and there was great pain and suffering and some casualties along the way. However, there are no longer people coming through our doors day after day who want to destroy God's work at C3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;free to be the C3 church&lt;/span&gt; that God want us to be. Free to worship God the C3 way. Free to reach people of all races for Christ. Free to follow the vision that God has given our pastors. Freedom feels good and it is worth the price we paid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Sandi, for reminding us that when life-change is at stake, no price is too high.  It's awesome, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT'S SO C3&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-8248983342112697061?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8248983342112697061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8248983342112697061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8248983342112697061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8248983342112697061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/sandi-revisited.html' title='Sandi - Revisited'/><author><name>C3 Wives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313888239230775454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-97220447385147304</id><published>2007-08-11T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:50:52.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out to my Bunk-hos</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to give a shout out to all my "Bunk-Ho" girls.  For those of you who have never heard of or played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunko&lt;/span&gt;, it's  a dice game that you play with 12 ladies.  I've been a part of this particular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bunko&lt;/span&gt; group for about 4 months and it so much fun.  I don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bunko&lt;/span&gt; takes much skill, mostly luck.  If you want to check it out, look &lt;a href="http://www.buncorules.com/whatis.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to our monthly games.  But more than just playing the game, I look forward to hanging with a group of ladies that I love!  (Oh yeah, and leaving the kids at home with Barry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, girls!  Oh, and thanks to Robyn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nealis&lt;/span&gt; for affectionately labeling our group "The Bunk-hos".  Congrats to Ariel, Leigh Ann and Heather for being the biggest winners and to Lisa for being the biggest loser (she took my title from last month!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-97220447385147304?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/97220447385147304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=97220447385147304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/97220447385147304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/97220447385147304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/shout-out-to-my-bunk-hos.html' title='Shout Out to my Bunk-hos'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-8635318132887367089</id><published>2007-08-10T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:50:05.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c3 women'/><title type='text'>Fifty is Fabulous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/Rryy0mgX6LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XjO9Qd5XG1Y/s1600-h/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/Rryy0mgX6LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XjO9Qd5XG1Y/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097145495035832498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/Rryu22gX6II/AAAAAAAAAGM/6q9XTR0A7YU/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/Rryu22gX6II/AAAAAAAAAGM/6q9XTR0A7YU/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097141135644027010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite people in the world is celebrating a monumental birthday today and redefining the word "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ageless&lt;/span&gt;", at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane Vaught is a personal friend, wonderful example of God's comfort (she ministers through "Grief Care" to people recovering from the loss of a loved one), important part of the C3 office staff, and "Chief" of the C3 Corner Cafe.  She is always ready to reach out to those in need, offer a word of encouragement, and work sacrificially to help show everyone the love of God - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no matter who they are&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been a great encouragement to me, on a personal level - I'm so grateful that God has allowed me to have a friend like she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane, I'm so glad you were born and so blessed to know you.  You are an inspiration - and you are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SO C3&lt;/span&gt;!  Have a blessed year - Rock on!  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy, happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;!  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-8635318132887367089?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/8635318132887367089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=8635318132887367089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8635318132887367089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/8635318132887367089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/fifty-is-fabulous.html' title='Fifty is Fabulous!'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/Rryy0mgX6LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XjO9Qd5XG1Y/s72-c/IMG_2111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7199090846926132801</id><published>2007-08-09T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:57:49.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I love my man</title><content type='html'>Happy anniversary honey!  I have the best hubby ever!  I'm so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7199090846926132801?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7199090846926132801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7199090846926132801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7199090846926132801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7199090846926132801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-man.html' title='I love my man'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7895167326326851211</id><published>2007-08-08T19:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:48:35.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gEGTH1TqCck' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gEGTH1TqCck'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome, and too cute...smart girls rule!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7895167326326851211?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7895167326326851211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7895167326326851211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7895167326326851211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7895167326326851211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/genius-girl.html' title='Genius Girl'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-4953847450111281268</id><published>2007-08-06T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:02:53.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>De ja vu</title><content type='html'>My computer is broken again.  Blogging from Darrell's phone.  I'll make up for it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-4953847450111281268?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/4953847450111281268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=4953847450111281268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4953847450111281268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4953847450111281268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/de-ja-vu.html' title='De ja vu'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3676170411095513501</id><published>2007-08-06T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:32:42.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Happy Cooking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb161/revbled/IMG_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb161/revbled/IMG_2100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb161/revbled/IMG_2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb161/revbled/IMG_2096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb161/revbled/IMG_2094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb161/revbled/IMG_2094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so everyone who knows me knows I'm no Martha Stewart - but just to be rebellious and feel better about my domestic abilities, I took pictures of my dinner a couple of nights ago.  This is mainly because it's my favorite easy dinner, and it actually turned out okay...meals like this always turn out because I make up the recipe as I go along, so no one can tell me I did it wrong!  So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ground Turkey Breast&lt;/span&gt; seasoned with organic tamari, vidalia onions, and sweet bell peppers - with steamed broccoli flowerets on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;French Cous Cous&lt;/span&gt; with pine nuts.  (not from a box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Field Green Salad&lt;/span&gt; with crushed almonds and a honey balsmic dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;easy dessert&lt;/span&gt;:  Sliced Strawberries and Blueberries (not sliced - that would be insane!) with unsweetened heavy cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the way I cook is that I only make things that take less than 30 minutes - I'm way to much of a procrastinator to do anything else.  So I just throw a bunch of things that I like in a big pan and cook away until the smoke alarm goes off!  As long as I keep healthy staples in the fridge and freezer, it's easier to make simple healthy meals than intricate ones that require a lot of ingredients and...well, actual cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be encouraged and inspired - find the way that you do things and do them that way, without worrying that it's not as good as "Martha" or anyone else...only you can be you and that's what living is all about!  If you have fun in the kitchen (or wherever you're working) and put in lots of love, it will always turn out perfectly because love is the best ingredient and fun is a great recipe!  Happy "cooking"!  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3676170411095513501?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3676170411095513501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3676170411095513501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3676170411095513501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3676170411095513501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-cooking.html' title='Happy Cooking!'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-304531024236662844</id><published>2007-08-04T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:39:16.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Good Laugh?</title><content type='html'>One of the best feelings in the world for me is a good laugh.  The kind that makes tears come to my eyes.  The kind where I can't breathe.  The kind that if I have liquid in my mouth, it just might spew out of my nose.  (Okay, I know that was gross.)  So, if you want something that is guaranteed to make you laugh, click &lt;a href="http://joe-ks.com/archives_may2005/Elastic_Baby.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-304531024236662844?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/304531024236662844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=304531024236662844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/304531024236662844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/304531024236662844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/need-good-laugh.html' title='Need a Good Laugh?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7558459408490623723</id><published>2007-08-02T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:45:39.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Back in Blogland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/RrHfDZJDk8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HL7p7MgX5Is/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/RrHfDZJDk8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HL7p7MgX5Is/s400/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094097902914212802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning!  After our whirlwind trip in which we logged about 4800 miles on our Excursion with eight people and tons of luggage, I'm back in O'town and looking forward to hangin' with my girls again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have done an excellent job of keeping the blogging home fires burning while I was  away and away from wi-fi (between that and the absence of great coffee shops like "Cuppy's" on Lee Vista, I had to do a little regrouping).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you all and am looking forward to Sunday!  I've been posting photos on my blog (&lt;a href="http://www.blondeantithesis.blogspot.com"&gt;Blonde Antithesis&lt;/a&gt;) and have lots more to post since I took around two thousand pictures (I had to do something!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, keep blogging and reading - thanks for keeping me "plugged-in" as I got truly unplugged this summer.  Luvya.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7558459408490623723?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7558459408490623723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7558459408490623723&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7558459408490623723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7558459408490623723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-in-blogland.html' title='Back in Blogland'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtpnBeOlD8M/RrHfDZJDk8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HL7p7MgX5Is/s72-c/IMG_1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5344425198891714153</id><published>2007-07-31T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:28:01.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Thoughts, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Has something ever consumed your mind and thoughts so much that it wakes you up in the middle of the night and you can't go back to sleep? This happened to me the other night. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love sleep, so it really annoys me when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart that the thoughts I was having were not pure, holy, or any of those other &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%204:8;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Philippians 4:8&lt;/a&gt; things. I was thinking about all the negative things that have happened over the last few months in my life. Don't get me wrong...a lot of wonderful things have happened in my life over the last 6 months, the best being the birth of our son. However, I was choosing to focus my thoughts and attention not on the blessings in my life but on the "bad" things that have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up the next day, I was really grumpy. Partly due to lack of sleep, but mostly because I allowed myself to focus so much time on things I KNEW I shouldn't be thinking about. Paul struggled with this...I'm not sure if he was speaking about his thought life, but it's applicable. I like how The Message translation puts it... &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%207:19;&amp;version=65;"&gt;Romans 7:17-20&lt;/a&gt;. Why is it that we, as followers of Christ (and I'm speaking mainly to myself), have such a hard time focusing our thoughts and attention on things that are beneficial to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the answer, but I do know that I have Christ in me and He alone can help me overcome the negativity in my thought life. A couple of years ago I was listening to a speaker at a conference speak on this very thing. She was speaking on real joy and what that means. One of my favorite things she said was that when negative thoughts enter our minds, we need to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phillipians&lt;/span&gt; 4:8" them. She then whipped out an imaginary gun and told us to ask ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true? (BANG!)&lt;br /&gt;Is it noble? (POW!)&lt;br /&gt;Is it right? (BOOM!)&lt;br /&gt;pure, lovely, admirable, praiseworthy or excellent? (You get the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that because I am not perfect I will have to decide daily to put aside these negative thoughts and focus on things that are lovely, admirable, praiseworthy, etc. I am so thankful that I serve a perfect God who loves me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inspite&lt;/span&gt; of my imperfections and wants to fill my mind with these things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5344425198891714153?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5344425198891714153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5344425198891714153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5344425198891714153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5344425198891714153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/pure-thoughts-anyone.html' title='Pure Thoughts, Anyone?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-821203351783464109</id><published>2007-07-27T22:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:32:31.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Parental Shift</title><content type='html'>Darrell and I begin a new phase in our life tomorrow. The phase in which a parent permanently comes to live with us. My mother-in-law will move into our home this weekend. It will be an adjustment for all of us but I look forward to it. I know there will be a learning curve in the beginning but I hope we can make her new home as pleasant and loving for her. I hope my future children will open up their home for Darrell and I if we need it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange to reach a point in life where your parents need you in such a huge way. As a child they were your support system and I'm sure it is very difficult to lose your independence little by little. I've thought about this even more over the last year. My father is still very young but he has been having some health issues. He is currently in the hospital for a little while after having difficulty breathing while refereeing a basketball game. He found out he had some blockage in his heart and is undergoing angioplasty. This is the second time this year he has been in the hospital dealing with circulation issues. It is so surreal to see your parents health deteriorate. I'm always wanting to help fix things for people. There are some things I just can't fix... so I pray to the One who can. We will all experience the aging process and if we have children we will experience the parental shift. The day will come when I may need my child to take care of me so I pray that I can be as good to them as I needed them to be for me. Please pray for my daddy as he deals with his recovery and my mother-in-law as she adjusts to her new home. I may just drive her crazy with my weird habits, I can be annoying... she'll need the prayer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-821203351783464109?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/821203351783464109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=821203351783464109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/821203351783464109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/821203351783464109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/parental-shift_27.html' title='The Parental Shift'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5214413600253920904</id><published>2007-07-25T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:01:34.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><title type='text'>Critical comments saved for me</title><content type='html'>I hate games. Board games, card games, mind games etc. There is one game I will play though. It's a game that is universal. Everyone plays it at one time or another whether they like games or not. It's the blame game. I have found that I've been playing this one a lot lately. It starts with, "I've been done wrong and it's all their fault." Unlike Monopoly I own nothing and yet I feel as though I've won. I've handed full responsibility to someone else for my actions and somehow feel accomplished about that. It's difficult for me to allow people to see my weaknesses but by posting them I publicly confront them. I don't want people to think I'm perfect but sometimes I just don't want them to know how imperfect I am. I take the approach of "you can know my quirks just not my issues." Well I have an issue and I'm not putting this one on someone else... I'm going to own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike someone. This is someone very specific. It comes from having my feelings hurt repeatedly by her. It got to a point where I did approach her. I didn't get everything off my chest though because I wanted to protect an environment for others around me. I hate that these feelings control my emotional balance when I hear her name. Out of all the people who I've felt wronged by... there is just one in particular that I feel controlled by. It hurts when you feel like someone doesn't get you or doesn't like you for whatever reason. I always felt like this person didn't "get" me and never made an attempt to even when I invited her to. The whole situation reminds me of that old saying, "two wrongs don't make a right." Even more convicting, Galatians 6:1-5 "Live creatively, friends. If someone falls into sin, forgivingly restore him (or her-I added that), &lt;strong&gt;saving your critical comments for yourself.&lt;/strong&gt; You might be needing forgiveness before the day's out. Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed. Share their burdens, and so complete Christ's law. If you think you are too good for that, you are badly deceived. &lt;strong&gt;Make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and sink yourself into that. Don't be impressed with yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;Don't compare yourself with others. &lt;strong&gt;Each of you must take responsibility for doing the creative best&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you can with your own life."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical comments for myself (In many areas of my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who am I not to forgive... I'm no better than the person I feel hurt by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm being self righteous by getting some sort of satisfaction out of thinking I have a right to hold onto this anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How many times have I needed to ask for forgiveness... so publicly... I ask again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People will always lie, cheat, manipulate, slander, hurt others, distract, try to hinder your purpose or wait for failure... I need to "get over it" and move on with my life. I cannot let others control me. I allow things to distract my purpose and God is patiently waiting for me to get with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm being just as hurtful by holding onto my unforgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God can only bless me so much before the blessing ends if I continue to harbor resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I need to show more grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I need to learn to love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good though. He extends overwhelming grace again and again. He has still worked in my life even though I throw up many obstacles. God has shown me love and blessing in spite of my weakness. In my weakness He shows up. I never want to forget who I am and who He has created me to be. I know my purpose so I choose to fully sink myself into that. I will mess up again. It's a given. This is my journey. I may feel like I've dealt with an issue but the test of really knowing I've dealt with it is when it comes up again and again... what is my response... is it different this time? I need to learn to extend more grace... God always extends it to me. The "love your enemy, and learn to forgive" thing comes up a lot for me. What is my response this time? What is He trying to teach me through this? I'm grateful that God extends forgiveness 100% of the time even when it takes me way to long to ask for it. I pray that this admission on my part helps others forgive. I'm tired of hearing, reading and seeing ugliness in people who claim to be followers in Christ. Shame on us... no, shame on me. I pray that my forgiveness restores you. Now I ask you to forgive me. I ask her to forgive me. I'm not playing the game anymore. Save your critical comments for yourself. I'm owning mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the movement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5214413600253920904?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5214413600253920904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5214413600253920904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5214413600253920904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5214413600253920904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/critical-comments-saved-for-me.html' title='Critical comments saved for me'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-7637261134537875581</id><published>2007-07-22T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:55:09.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Always in awe</title><content type='html'>I really underestimate God.  I just found out that a friend of mine that I've known since I was 15 years old gave his life to the Lord the other night.  He wrote to me on my My Space page to tell me.  This is someone I've prayed for many times in the last 14 years.  This is also someone that a lot of churches may have written off years ago.  I'm glad God didn't write him off.  I sometimes feel like there are certain people in life that will never get what it's like to truly know God because I think they are just to far from Him.  Sometimes the ones who seem the furthest are the ones who are just a prayer away.  Why do I doubt God's ability to move?  I have so little faith.  I see God change lives over and over again and there are times I still doubt for some.  I seem to forget that God uses even the smallest seeds to produce growth beyond what I can ever comprehend (Mark 4:1-8).  I am so astounded by my friends new life as a Christ follower.  I'm so grateful he thought to share his news with an old friend.  I really needed a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll stand with arms high and heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand my soul Lord to you surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is yours."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-7637261134537875581?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/7637261134537875581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=7637261134537875581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7637261134537875581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/7637261134537875581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/always-in-awe.html' title='Always in awe'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-3548671808051560396</id><published>2007-07-21T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:15:52.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rq1l7kvpT3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/BWCjhhY8YU8/s1600-h/miss+fannie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rq1l7kvpT3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/BWCjhhY8YU8/s320/miss+fannie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092838827776102258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I start? There is so much I need to blog about. Darrell and I got back from Texas and got our computer back but our phone line was messed up. Even with the computer back there was no way for me to get on the Internet. It was one thing after another with me! Well, the phone company fixed whatever the problem was yesterday and here I am! It's great to be back with all my blogger chicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying to tell everyone about our trip to Texas with the youth. We got there on Monday and on Tuesday we were already out doing home recovery work. I was blessed to be with a family I absolutely fell in love with. Let me tell you about them. The first day we came it was Miss Fannie (almost 80 year old great-grandmother), her daughter, and the three great grandchildren; Chris-12, DJ-10, and India-5. Some of the girls and I decided to get to know the kids and play with them while some others rebuilt Miss Fannie's ceiling for her. India immediately climbed in my lap and put her head on me shoulder as she wrapped her little arms around me. I instantly fell in love. Chris saw all the adorable teenage girls and went to the bathroom and gargled with some mouthwash only to be called out on it by his brother DJ. He smirked with embarrassment. When we first got there they were watching music videos on BET in a small dark room of the house. We went outside and played basketball, danced, and just got all of our energy out. India taught me how to "pop, lock and drop it" and the "one, two step." If anyone knows anything about me they know that learning new dance moves is something I'm always up for. That was only day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two was just as amazing and exciting. I got to know the children even better and took some time to really get to know Miss Fannie while the kids played. I learned that she is a Christ follower and attends a Baptist church down the street from her. She told me about her husband who had passed away thirty years ago, her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. She spoke with such love and compassion for her family. This was a woman that to most of us had very, very little in material items but she never once complained... in fact all she did was talk about her blessings... she told me that we were a blessing to her. As we were there we picked up on a few things. The meager amount of food in the house, the burnt electrical wires in the ceiling fans that she couldn't afford to replace, the bread she fed the dogs because she couldn't afford dog food, the heat in the in her home from the Texas weather with very little air circulating in the house, the lack of activities and games for the children who stayed with her for three full meals everyday. I felt like I lived a very selfish life the more I fell in love with this family. I went on with my day hanging out with the kids. I taught India my dance moves and sang songs to her from Powerhouse... she loved them and wanted to learn more. The boys played with our youth and were elated all day to take a break from the chores they help Miss Fannie with daily. I watched as the youth worked so hard restoring the house and never complained once. They loved this family and knew that they were making a difference in people's lives. They were amazing examples of Christ's love for others. I could tell I was going to have separation anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three for me was the best and the most emotional. The night before we shared with the rest of the group about our family. The other groups either didn't have a family in their homes or didn't get to spend much time with theirs. The group wanted to use their spending money to make donations for our family. Byron, Angie, Darrell and myself decided to go to Walmart and get some necessities and some fun things for them. Kayleigh got together with some people and made a list of some things they thought the kids would love. When we got everything we took the whole group to Miss Fannie's house on day three to give her the things we had bought. I think it was great for all the kid's to see the difference they were making even if they hadn't met anyone in their own homes. We pulled the huge bus in front of their house and unloaded Byron's truck. We knocked on the door and brought the family around the house to see their gifts. We started with the kids. Chris and DJ got a new basketball net, new basketballs, football, board games (one of them being "Operation" because two of the kids want to be doctors), some Billy Bob teeth, silly putty, and other little things. India got a Barbie doll house, a "real" Barbie doll (that's how she described it), some extra clothes for Barbie, a small basketball hoop that she had been wanting so she could play with her brothers, some books and watercolors. The expressions on their faces was priceless. Then we told Miss Fannie how her spirit and love blessed us and we wanted to be a blessing to her. We then presented her with a new ceiling fan, some portable fans for her house, and a $200 gift card to buy groceries to which she replied by saying, "Praise the Lord" while she clapped her hands in joy. She proceeded to say that she was so impressed with our kids and it gave her hope for the youth that a group would be so selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God taught me a lot through Miss Fannie and the kids. Chris later said, "you all gave us so much" but I feel like they gave me more. I came away with love for a family I never would have met if we chose to stay comfortable just doing the typical youth camp thing. I'm so grateful we were able to do service for others on this trip. I'm so thankful for what I have and I pray God never lets me forget what He has blessed me with. I'm thankful for the "Miss Fannie's" out there that love the Lord with all their heart and make so many sacrifices for their families. There was a lot that happened at iMac and I'll tell you more later but for now I want to remember Miss Fannie's love. Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-3548671808051560396?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/3548671808051560396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=3548671808051560396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3548671808051560396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/3548671808051560396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806981609671674002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q34OR-pRlts/Rq1l7kvpT3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/BWCjhhY8YU8/s72-c/miss+fannie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5523147833078993895</id><published>2007-07-17T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:12:45.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Bounce House Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/Rp2E-4GmymI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EpjcydaMjuY/s1600-h/P1000405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088369369745377890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/Rp2E-4GmymI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EpjcydaMjuY/s320/P1000405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.ipezorlando.com/info.htm"&gt;IPEZ&lt;/a&gt; today with some good friends. This place was AWESOME! It had at least 7 bounce houses. We were there for 2 hours...Emma and Ansley had a blast! This is my kind of summer fun...in the A/C! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love watching the girls play and interact with other kids. On the way there, Ansley (3 yrs. old) asked me if there were going to be kids there that she didn't know. I told here that there probably would be lots of kids she didn't know. She said, "Yeah! I can make a new friend." About an hour into her bouncing adventures, I glanced over and saw that she had a little boy (probably 4 or 5 years old) in a headlock...not exactly my idea of "making a new friend". By the time I walked over to her, she had released her victim. I asked her to walk over to me (I had Jackson in his snugli, so I couldn't go inside the bounce house). I asked her why she was trying to hurt the little boy and she replied, "He is sceh-wing the little gulls and I didn't want him to." (Interpretation: "He is scaring the little girls...) I proceeded to explain to her why it's not okay to hurt kids just because you don't like what they're doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipezorlando.com/info.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes in life, I want to put others in a proverbial headlock. God has to remind me that, just like I told Ansley, it's not okay to hurt others just because I don't like what they're doing. Matthew 5:44..."love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you..." That's a lot easier to say than do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that I thought what Ansley said was pretty funny. And I was proud of my little girl for standing up for herself and for her fellow female bouncers. (My friend Heather said that at least she knows that Ansley can protect Kelsea if the need ever presents itself!) Hopefully next time she finds herself in this situation, she can "turn the other cheek", but then again she's only 3. I'm 31 and haven't mastered it yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5523147833078993895?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5523147833078993895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5523147833078993895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5523147833078993895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5523147833078993895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/bounce-house-fun.html' title='Bounce House Fun'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UOV5zJ1nsEQ/Rp2E-4GmymI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EpjcydaMjuY/s72-c/P1000405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-6111001379606986515</id><published>2007-07-16T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:43:37.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Spinning</title><content type='html'>Our Luke is so much like his Dad.  They are both adventurous, crazy and make me laugh a lot.  Last week we discovered another way in which Luke is like his Dad.  He loves to ride all the rides at theme parks but when we were at Disney last week he rode the Teacups for the first time.  It was relatively early in the morning and Luke had already sucked down quite a bit of blue Gatorade.  We rode the Teacups and then got in line for Dumbo (yes, my life is exciting).  While we were waiting in line, Luke looked up at me and said, "My tummy doesn't feel very good... I think I'm going to throw up."  He looked like he meant it, so we immediately took off to the nearest restroom and, sure enough, we had a second look at all that blue Gatorade he had been drinking.  Travis can ride any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;, but please don't put him on the Teacups.  Something about that spinning.  So, Luke, like his Dad, will now also be avoiding all those spinning rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a similar experience this week.  I read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; blog for the first time.  It was a blog I know I probably shouldn't have read.  After I started reading my head started spinning from all the crazy words and then I felt the need to...you know...what Luke did.  I did not find this blog "refreshing" or "addicting" but rather revolting.  It's amazing how mere words can elicit a physical response that just makes you want to...you know...vomit.  But, I must admit that that blog did do something good for me.  It made me that much more thankful that we have a pastor at C3 (that would be Pastor Byron, since that blog I read couldn't seem to remember his name when they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to him) who is an awesome transparent leader with true integrity and who isn't influenced by the "Pharisees" of today.  It also made me think about how blessed I am to have a husband who humbly serves God and never boasts about the way God uses him.  I am so glad that Luke is so much like his Dad...I hope he'll continue to become more and more like him.  And as for me...I'll be staying off that blog so I don't feel the need to...you know...again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-6111001379606986515?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/6111001379606986515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=6111001379606986515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6111001379606986515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/6111001379606986515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/stop-spinning.html' title='Stop the Spinning'/><author><name>Sandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535755427440187520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-4372678974447600771</id><published>2007-07-13T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:28:48.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FyrM6MowQM/Rpg3VD4oHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eIk9ISztPfU/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086876614074571810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FyrM6MowQM/Rpg3VD4oHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eIk9ISztPfU/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what do you do when your husband goes to youth camp for 8 days and leaves you with 2 boys who are incredibly addicted to spending time with their Dad? You pack their schedule so full that they barely have time to breathe, let alone miss their Dad. Does it work? Absolutely not. We have had a fun week that started on Monday with a trip to the beach and ended on Friday with another trip to the beach. In between, we had company stay with us from out-of-town and spent a day at Disney with them. Regardless of all the fun we have been having, we all miss Travis very much. I've answered the question, "When is Daddy coming home?" at least a hundred times &amp; have had to comfort 2 little boys at night who are just really missing their Dad. We have 2 more full days to fill...I think we're going to make it, I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sorry to my blogging sisters that I haven't been blogging. I have to admit, I've experienced plenty of things to blog about this week but as I flopped down in bed around midnight each night I just couldn't convince myself to get back up and write a blog. Angie &amp;amp; Andrea....we miss you and are looking forward to your safe return! Amanda...thanks for doing all the blogging so the C3 Wives weren't bloggless all week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-4372678974447600771?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/4372678974447600771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=4372678974447600771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4372678974447600771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4372678974447600771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/beach-bums.html' title='Beach Bums'/><author><name>Sandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535755427440187520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3FyrM6MowQM/Rpg3VD4oHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eIk9ISztPfU/s72-c/IMG_1388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-4553386054787415482</id><published>2007-07-12T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:58:01.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Blogging on the go...</title><content type='html'>Amanda, you are a blogging goddess!  I've been reading on my blackberry - and I am currently writing this on said blackberry - I also caught Andrea up by reading blogs to her on our way to Wal-mart to buy supplies (more about that later).  She truly has had no access to a computer, and I have had very little other than my phone - so ya'll keep the home-fires burning...  We miss ya'll and love reading the blogs even if it's difficult to write one ourselves.  Keep the peace!  Angie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-4553386054787415482?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/4553386054787415482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=4553386054787415482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4553386054787415482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/4553386054787415482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging-on-go.html' title='Blogging on the go...'/><author><name>Angie Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10862006064934040263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742820339430517405.post-5908468408414178403</id><published>2007-07-11T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:01:22.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody Out There?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm feeling kinda like a blog-hog!  Where are my blog-o-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;licious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sistah's&lt;/span&gt;?  Come on, Angie and Andrea...I know Texas has computers!   And Sandi, I miss reading your words of wisdom...I need some more dietary advice!  The blogging world misses you and I'm running out of words.  (Ha!)  Love y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742820339430517405-5908468408414178403?l=c3wives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/feeds/5908468408414178403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742820339430517405&amp;postID=5908468408414178403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5908468408414178403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742820339430517405/posts/default/5908468408414178403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c3wives.blogspot.com/2007/07/anybody-out-there.html' title='Anybody Out There?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06670631931197280235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
