<?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-778557284347331357</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:14:36.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hardboiled integrity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5672379611696711718</id><published>2010-03-09T07:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T07:49:18.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>word.</title><content type='html'>Desire and delight have this in common: Neither is the Object desired or delighted in. God is. I make this obvious point because all of us from time to time speak loosely and say that the aim of our pursuit is joy. Or we say that we want to be happy. Those are not false or evil statements. A Christian means: I aim to pursue joy in God so that the inﬁnitely valuable objective reality of the universe, God, will get all the glory possible from my life. “I want to be happy” may be Christian shorthand for “I want to know the One, and the only One, who is in himself all I have ever longed for in all my desires to be happy.”&lt;br /&gt;—John Piper, &lt;i&gt;When I Don't Desire God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5672379611696711718?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5672379611696711718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5672379611696711718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5672379611696711718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5672379611696711718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2010/03/word.html' title='word.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5710492651531204216</id><published>2010-01-01T08:00:00.186-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:39:06.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make My Day - 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyssainnashville.blogspot.com/p/make-my-day-2010.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make My Day - 2010 has moved to Nashville!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&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/778557284347331357-5710492651531204216?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5710492651531204216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5710492651531204216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5710492651531204216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5710492651531204216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-my-day-2010.html' title='Make My Day - 2010'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3569026275318633008</id><published>2009-09-12T11:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:58:56.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah 9</title><content type='html'>An awesome picture of who God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nehemiah 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israelites have just spent time listening to Ezra read the Book of the Law of Moses and realized that they are way off the mark where God wants them to be. They have been sinning and dishonoring God like no other. So here they gather in sackcloth and put dust on their heads, confessing their sins and the wickedness of their fathers. They spent a quarter of the day reading the Book of the Law of the Lord their God, and then another quarter of the day in confession and worshiping God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what stands out in their praise to the Everlasting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. 5 Blessed be your glorious name&lt;br /&gt;v. 6 You alone are LORD&lt;br /&gt;v. 7 You are the LORD God&lt;br /&gt;v. 8 You have kept your promise because you are righteous&lt;br /&gt;v. 17 You are a forgiving God, gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love&lt;br /&gt;v. 19 Because of your great compassion you did not abandon them&lt;br /&gt;v. 25 They reveled in your great goodness&lt;br /&gt;v. 27 In your great compassion you gave them deliverers&lt;br /&gt;v. 28 In your compassion you delivered them time after time&lt;br /&gt;v. 31 In your great mercy you did not put an end to them or abandon them, for you are a gracious and merciful God&lt;br /&gt;v. 32 O our God, the great, mighty and awesome God, who keeps his covenant of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Blessed.   Glorious.   God alone.   LORD God.   YHWH.   Righteous.   Forgiving.   Gracious.   Compassionate.   Slow to anger.   Abounding in love.   Delieverer.   Merciful.   Great.   Mighty.   Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3569026275318633008?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3569026275318633008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3569026275318633008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3569026275318633008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3569026275318633008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/09/nehemiah-9.html' title='Nehemiah 9'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1270891935181236419</id><published>2009-09-02T20:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:59:13.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want one in TN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8br9adkjI/AAAAAAAABbg/1CWmAdg1gXY/s1600-h/IMG_4941.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8br9adkjI/AAAAAAAABbg/1CWmAdg1gXY/s400/IMG_4941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377046922137539122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8brqCAfeI/AAAAAAAABbY/f45ekE9VwCk/s1600-h/05+20+09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8brqCAfeI/AAAAAAAABbY/f45ekE9VwCk/s400/05+20+09+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377046916934696418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm missing in Kansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=0f438d6b8e&amp;amp;photo_id=3549145315"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=0f438d6b8e&amp;amp;photo_id=3549145315" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley was rescued from the animal shelter in Manhattan, KS on May 16, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8bqw5pHiI/AAAAAAAABbI/jPZqGe5AARc/s1600-h/IMG_4834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8bqw5pHiI/AAAAAAAABbI/jPZqGe5AARc/s400/IMG_4834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377046901598789154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8brNzxRVI/AAAAAAAABbQ/BoRX2uBab68/s1600-h/IMG_4836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8brNzxRVI/AAAAAAAABbQ/BoRX2uBab68/s400/IMG_4836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377046909358785874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-1270891935181236419?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1270891935181236419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1270891935181236419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1270891935181236419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1270891935181236419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-one-in-tn.html' title='i want one in TN.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sp8br9adkjI/AAAAAAAABbg/1CWmAdg1gXY/s72-c/IMG_4941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-6454546761186282663</id><published>2009-08-07T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:18:51.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bookworm.</title><content type='html'>Just finished Jodi Picoult's new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Handle With Care&lt;/span&gt;. I'd recommend it. There seem to be some similarities between this one and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt;, but it's still excellent. I'd also recommend Picoult's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nineteen Minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyssareeves.googlepages.com/booksread"&gt;Books I've Read (Since 2002)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Snz8ioN1t3I/AAAAAAAABVk/A5-hQ8--_Co/s1600-h/igoogle957pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Snz8ioN1t3I/AAAAAAAABVk/A5-hQ8--_Co/s400/igoogle957pm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367442527760004978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-6454546761186282663?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/6454546761186282663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=6454546761186282663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6454546761186282663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6454546761186282663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/08/bookworm.html' title='bookworm.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Snz8ioN1t3I/AAAAAAAABVk/A5-hQ8--_Co/s72-c/igoogle957pm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3948619720616143280</id><published>2009-07-26T05:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:28:37.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Two Worlds: Calvin on the Gospel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shar.es/wN7H"&gt;Between Two Worlds: Calvin on the Gospel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3948619720616143280?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3948619720616143280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3948619720616143280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3948619720616143280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3948619720616143280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-two-worlds-calvin-on-gospel.html' title='Between Two Worlds: Calvin on the Gospel'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5154527620462670068</id><published>2009-07-17T19:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:35:49.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the agenda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &amp;amp; relax. Maybe watch The Office with Abe and Jessica when they get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a place downtown (park or coffee shop) to people watch. I need to do some writing and that's impossible to do in my room by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update resume and do a little interview prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singles group + church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Only six days left! Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Looking Forward To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing Clarissa in a week&lt;br /&gt;2. Visiting friends back in Kansas&lt;br /&gt;3. All the craziness that will happen between now and the end of the year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5154527620462670068?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5154527620462670068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5154527620462670068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5154527620462670068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5154527620462670068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-agenda.html' title='on the agenda.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-6418089050583171604</id><published>2009-06-22T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:42:06.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things I like.</title><content type='html'>--writing that makes me laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this, from LifeWay's May 2009 issue of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christian Single&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST FIRST DATES&lt;br /&gt;1. A family event -- save for later&lt;br /&gt;2. The mall -- uninspiring&lt;br /&gt;3. A trendy, expensive restaurant -- pressure&lt;br /&gt;4. The beach -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hello, self-consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The movies -- can't talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sj7cBY1ZhJI/AAAAAAAABJg/mR48JvcFH2s/s1600-h/beachdate+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sj7cBY1ZhJI/AAAAAAAABJg/mR48JvcFH2s/s400/beachdate+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349955323767129234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;note: I feel fine about my body.&lt;br /&gt;Two words for anyone wanting to take me to the beach: yes please! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-6418089050583171604?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/6418089050583171604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=6418089050583171604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6418089050583171604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6418089050583171604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-like.html' title='things I like.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sj7cBY1ZhJI/AAAAAAAABJg/mR48JvcFH2s/s72-c/beachdate+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-6989729707014706744</id><published>2009-06-21T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:41:38.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do You?</title><content type='html'>So, I was looking for a video of the beginning of the Oprah show. You've seen it--when Oprah walks on stage and everyone stands up and starts clapping and waving their hands in the air and screaming and trying to shake her hand. Yeah, it's a little ridiculous. I just can't get excited about someone like that. I noticed this when I went to a Goo Goo Dolls concert a couple summers ago. The Goo Goo Dolls are probably my favorite secular band. I know the words to most of their songs, and I like their sound. Our seats were only a few rows from the stage, but I wasn't jumping up and down and screaming and trying to touch Johnny Rzeznik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder... why do these people get so excited about Oprah? Why do people get so wrapped up with celebrities? People were huge followers of the Beatles. Guess what? John Lennon is dead. You know who's not dead? Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But as for me, God forbid that I should glory in anything except the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ --Galatians 6:14&lt;/blockquote&gt;I hope that every thought of my Redeemer would get me as excited as Oprah's fans get about her. Oprah will die. Jesus is alive. I ran across a YouTube video from Oprah called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7pV_jCy9_Q"&gt;"Why Do You Watch Oprah?"&lt;/a&gt; and it's these testimonies of people saying why they watch the show. What if I took those answers and explained why I read the Word daily? Why do I love Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Answers alternate: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oprah answer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my answer&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Every time a question comes into my head, she asks it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every time I have a question, the Bible has an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Everyone has a friend named Oprah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Everyone has a friend named Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. (John 15:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's my exhale of my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Christ is my source of strength and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; (Psalm 18:32)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's like having a family member around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God chose me to be a part of His family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Ephesians 1:4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;There is so much information that you can take in and then give it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can encourage my friends with Scripture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Ephesians 4:29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Good teachers inspire you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My inspiration is in Christ alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. (Psalm 20:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;As soon as I turn it on, I can't stop watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Christ is the life that flows through my lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(John 6:35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She helps you see the good in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Christ shows me grace even though there is no good in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Romans 5:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I've learned it's okay not to be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If God is for me, who can be against me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; (Romans 8:31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God has a sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; (Jeremiah 29:11; Have you ever tried telling God about your plans?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She changes people on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was dead in my trangressions, but Christ gives me life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Ephesians 2:1-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She touches every generation, young and old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Hebrews 13:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;There's nothing I'd rather watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Magnify the Father; why bother with something lesser? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Galatians 6:14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oprah rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God created rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. (Genesis 1:9-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Oprah Show is my "me time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God desires to meet with me daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; (Psalm 34:18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Oprah Show is inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; (2 Timothy 3:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Oprah Show is for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jesus is for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; (2 Corinthians 5:14-15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as for me, God forbid that I should glory in anything except the Cross of our Lord Jesus Chris&lt;/span&gt;t --Galatians 6:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-6989729707014706744?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/6989729707014706744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=6989729707014706744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6989729707014706744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6989729707014706744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-you.html' title='Why Do You?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5984500712637858247</id><published>2009-06-20T05:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:01:46.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Check out Jason Waller's EP samples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/jasonwallermusic"&gt;myspace.com/jasonwallermusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SjzBZEf-gXI/AAAAAAAABIo/dNURIk5-VpM/s1600-h/jwaller+made+new+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SjzBZEf-gXI/AAAAAAAABIo/dNURIk5-VpM/s400/jwaller+made+new+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349363093858058610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5984500712637858247?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5984500712637858247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5984500712637858247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5984500712637858247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5984500712637858247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-it-out.html' title='check it out.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SjzBZEf-gXI/AAAAAAAABIo/dNURIk5-VpM/s72-c/jwaller+made+new+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3027540218985264662</id><published>2009-06-13T15:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:42:33.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't waste your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RWEllqh5J0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RWEllqh5J0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/OnlineBooks/ByTitle/1593_Dont_Waste_Your_Life/"&gt;Don't Waste Your Life&lt;/a&gt; - John Piper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.desiringgod.org/media/pdf/books_dwyl/dwyl_full.pdf"&gt;Download &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the full online book for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3027540218985264662?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3027540218985264662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3027540218985264662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3027540218985264662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3027540218985264662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-waste-your-life.html' title='don&apos;t waste your life.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3820324826153013178</id><published>2009-06-11T18:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:38:35.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alyssa in kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few days off at the end of the month, so I'm heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hang out, let me know. Also, I'm still looking for someone to pick me up from the KC Airport (so if you can, I'd appreciate it!) I'll be in KC Tuesday and Wednesday; Columbia, MO on Thursday and Friday; and Burlington on Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, June 30&lt;br /&gt;arrive at MCI -- 8:15am&lt;br /&gt;Southwest Airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, July 5&lt;br /&gt;depart MCI -- 7:10pm&lt;br /&gt;Southwest Airlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SjGY-J8O6ZI/AAAAAAAABGs/RI2xp79zG6M/s1600-h/airplane.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SjGY-J8O6ZI/AAAAAAAABGs/RI2xp79zG6M/s400/airplane.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346222426253355410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3820324826153013178?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3820324826153013178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3820324826153013178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3820324826153013178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3820324826153013178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/06/alyssa-in-kansas.html' title='alyssa in kansas'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SjGY-J8O6ZI/AAAAAAAABGs/RI2xp79zG6M/s72-c/airplane.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5350892435751669767</id><published>2009-06-07T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:08:01.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In View of God's Mercy</title><content type='html'>sermon notes from &lt;a href="http://longhollow.com/"&gt;Long Hollow Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traction, pt. 4 - "The One Thing We Can't Live Without" (Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love because He first loved us. What sets us apart? Love. They will know we are Christians by our love. God is more interested in the "why" than the "what." Live as an act of worship: our bodies as living sacrifices (Rom. 12:1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Genuine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 12:9a&lt;br /&gt;- Love must be sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Discerning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 12:9b&lt;br /&gt;- Hate what is evil; cling to what is good&lt;br /&gt;- Love doesn't mean being okay with everything&lt;br /&gt;- Love the sinner; hate the sin&lt;br /&gt;- Love what God loves; hate what God hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Demonstrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 12:10-13&lt;br /&gt;- love is a verb&lt;br /&gt;- Be devoted to one another in brotherly love&lt;br /&gt;- Honor one another above yourselves&lt;br /&gt;- Never be lacking in spiritual fervor, serving the Lord&lt;br /&gt;- Share with God's people who are in need&lt;br /&gt;- Practice hospitality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Radical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 12:14-21&lt;br /&gt;- Bless those who persecute you&lt;br /&gt;- Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn&lt;br /&gt;- Live in harmony with one another&lt;br /&gt;- Do not be proud or conceited&lt;br /&gt;- Be willing to associate with people of low position&lt;br /&gt;- Overcome evil with good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;God doesn't lose here. Even when a Christian is killed for his faith, God wins as the genuineness of the gospel is displayed. Evil is triumphed by good. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;/span&gt;: God always wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the "why"? What is my motivation behind what I do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In view of God's mercy&lt;/span&gt;. No casual Christianity. Jesus tells us to come and die and our lives should be radically different when we proclaim him as Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5350892435751669767?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5350892435751669767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5350892435751669767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5350892435751669767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5350892435751669767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-view-of-gods-mercy.html' title='In View of God&apos;s Mercy'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4642503866299846154</id><published>2009-06-06T07:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:52:05.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheddar Garlic Biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;ody {margin:8px} .tr-field {font:normal x-small arial}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similar to Red Lobster's biscuits, but I've had mine and theirs, and theirs are still better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sipl-oPThtI/AAAAAAAABE8/da4Dgy84vFI/s1600-h/cheesebiscuits+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sipl-oPThtI/AAAAAAAABE8/da4Dgy84vFI/s400/cheesebiscuits+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344196034456422098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesy Biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c. Bisquick (Or Jiffy baking mix -- it's less expensive and is the  same)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2/3 c. milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 c. sharp shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 c. butter, melted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 tsp. garlic powder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mix baking mix, milk, and cheese until a soft dough forms. (It's usually  very sticky; you can add more baking mix if you want to roll it out or  something.) Drop from a spoon onto an ungreased baking sheet. Bake at  450 degrees until slightly brown (9-10 min.). Mix together butter and garlic  powder in a small bowl. Brush over biscuits and serve hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4642503866299846154?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4642503866299846154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4642503866299846154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4642503866299846154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4642503866299846154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheddar-garlic-biscuits.html' title='Cheddar Garlic Biscuits'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sipl-oPThtI/AAAAAAAABE8/da4Dgy84vFI/s72-c/cheesebiscuits+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4269313225017721733</id><published>2009-06-03T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:42:07.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Psalm 13:5-6 (The Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   I've thrown myself headlong into your arms— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;      I'm celebrating your rescue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'm singing at the top of my lungs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I'm so full of answered prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4269313225017721733?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4269313225017721733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4269313225017721733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4269313225017721733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4269313225017721733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/06/psalm-135-6-message-ive-thrown-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-259155897511736088</id><published>2009-05-30T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:26:44.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer in the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SiGVxuMVhcI/AAAAAAAABEc/YqoJW9ZTRcY/s1600-h/nashville2ndave+coveredit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SiGVxuMVhcI/AAAAAAAABEc/YqoJW9ZTRcY/s400/nashville2ndave+coveredit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341715314484020674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Coming June 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Follow my updates at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://alyssainnashville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alyssa in Nashville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-259155897511736088?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/259155897511736088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=259155897511736088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/259155897511736088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/259155897511736088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-in-city.html' title='summer in the city'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SiGVxuMVhcI/AAAAAAAABEc/YqoJW9ZTRcY/s72-c/nashville2ndave+coveredit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5083415093038762168</id><published>2009-05-22T15:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:40:43.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>look at that face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I asked Marley if he liked his clean litter box since Mom just changed the litter. This is the look he gave me. I'm pretty sure he's saying, "Litter box? What litter box?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShcNoaMQOPI/AAAAAAAABDk/vactO6GnppE/s1600-h/IMG_4929+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShcNoaMQOPI/AAAAAAAABDk/vactO6GnppE/s400/IMG_4929+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338750871147657458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5083415093038762168?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5083415093038762168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5083415093038762168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5083415093038762168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5083415093038762168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-at-that-face.html' title='look at that face.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShcNoaMQOPI/AAAAAAAABDk/vactO6GnppE/s72-c/IMG_4929+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3527939768309191641</id><published>2009-05-22T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:23:54.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change of plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And by "Nashville tomorrow," I mean "Nashville sometime next week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home after an error in communication and will hopefully be moving to Nashville at least a couple of days before work starts on June 1st. At least I don't have packing hanging over my head now. I'm ready to go so I have a few days to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Erica graduates from SBU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3527939768309191641?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3527939768309191641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3527939768309191641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3527939768309191641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3527939768309191641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-of-plans.html' title='change of plans'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4913217144182205365</id><published>2009-05-21T14:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:02:51.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow: Nashville</title><content type='html'>I was in Nashville almost exactly a year ago (late May 2008) -- just driving through on our way to Jacksonville, FL. For updates exclusively concerning Nashville, check out &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://alyssainnashville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alyssa in Nashville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've got my phone set up so I can blog on the road (not while driving, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShWx0pzOrLI/AAAAAAAABDc/WiGc78mG0UQ/s1600-h/group+in+nashville+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShWx0pzOrLI/AAAAAAAABDc/WiGc78mG0UQ/s400/group+in+nashville+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338368451449629874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee, Jordan, Jared, and I on the &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;layer=x&amp;amp;g=shelby+st.+bridge,+nashville,+tn&amp;amp;ll=36.164661,-86.772079&amp;amp;spn=0.008887,0.019312&amp;amp;z=16"&gt;Shelby St. Bridge&lt;/a&gt; over the Cumberland River near Music Row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4913217144182205365?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4913217144182205365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4913217144182205365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4913217144182205365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4913217144182205365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow-nashville.html' title='Tomorrow: Nashville'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShWx0pzOrLI/AAAAAAAABDc/WiGc78mG0UQ/s72-c/group+in+nashville+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5626681833570499775</id><published>2009-05-20T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:13:05.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley movie</title><content type='html'>A quick clip of Marley hanging out with me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50b809e07b839a5b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5626681833570499775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5626681833570499775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5626681833570499775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5626681833570499775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/marley-movie.html' title='Marley movie'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5086134751475911896</id><published>2009-05-19T14:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:11:50.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Marley.</title><content type='html'>We named him Marley. He's pretty cute except that he can't remember where his litter box is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShMD16EeryI/AAAAAAAABC0/6O6Bzu8MwH4/s1600-h/IMG_4915+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShMD16EeryI/AAAAAAAABC0/6O6Bzu8MwH4/s400/IMG_4915+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337614208020164386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShMES1ABNMI/AAAAAAAABDE/Folzpm7zD9o/s1600-h/IMG_4921+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShMES1ABNMI/AAAAAAAABDE/Folzpm7zD9o/s400/IMG_4921+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337614704875484354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5086134751475911896?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5086134751475911896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5086134751475911896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5086134751475911896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5086134751475911896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-marley.html' title='Meet Marley.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShMD16EeryI/AAAAAAAABC0/6O6Bzu8MwH4/s72-c/IMG_4915+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-7968873476788931498</id><published>2009-05-16T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:25:47.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rebate kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShM_7fTsCFI/AAAAAAAABDM/EWDWEHiQ3-w/s1600-h/IMG_4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShM_7fTsCFI/AAAAAAAABDM/EWDWEHiQ3-w/s400/IMG_4903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337680274613078098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photocaption"&gt;The newest addition to la casa de mi mama. My sister and I picked up this little guy in Manhattan at the city animal shelter and adopted him. Adoption isn't free, but when you get him shots and neuter him, they give you $50 back. Since we haven't come up with a name yet, we're referring to him as "rebate kitty" (you know, like 'clearance puppy'). Look at that face! He doesn't care if he doesn't have a name. He's just happy to have a home. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-7968873476788931498?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7968873476788931498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=7968873476788931498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7968873476788931498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7968873476788931498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/rebate-kitty.html' title='rebate kitty'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ShM_7fTsCFI/AAAAAAAABDM/EWDWEHiQ3-w/s72-c/IMG_4903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2623810111200072276</id><published>2009-05-14T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:29:28.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>class of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgyCDbPFybI/AAAAAAAABCc/9FMOcZYZphc/s1600-h/anderson+hall+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgyCDbPFybI/AAAAAAAABCc/9FMOcZYZphc/s1600-h/anderson+hall+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgyCDbPFybI/AAAAAAAABCc/9FMOcZYZphc/s400/anderson+hall+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335782653889464754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I'm finished!   :0]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/778557284347331357-2623810111200072276?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2623810111200072276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2623810111200072276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2623810111200072276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2623810111200072276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/class-of-2009.html' title='class of 2009'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgyCDbPFybI/AAAAAAAABCc/9FMOcZYZphc/s72-c/anderson+hall+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8237680558748415776</id><published>2009-05-13T08:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:44:30.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>draw me a picture.</title><content type='html'>My first experience with &lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/illustrator/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adobe Illustrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (trial). Unfortunately it took up all my hard drive space (I only have 31GB) so I had to uninstall it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgrNg7Er-wI/AAAAAAAABCM/WNRLM8t5f44/s1600-h/jirafe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgrNg7Er-wI/AAAAAAAABCM/WNRLM8t5f44/s400/jirafe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335302674070633218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Jirafe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8237680558748415776?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8237680558748415776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8237680558748415776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8237680558748415776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8237680558748415776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/draw-me-picture.html' title='draw me a picture.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgrNg7Er-wI/AAAAAAAABCM/WNRLM8t5f44/s72-c/jirafe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-7718517082463141211</id><published>2009-05-12T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:08:55.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#3. I am the problem.</title><content type='html'>The four questions everyone asks:&lt;br /&gt;1) Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;2) Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;3) What is wrong with the world?&lt;br /&gt;4) How can what is wrong be made right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Postmodernist answer&lt;/b&gt;: People are either insufficiently educated or insufficiently governed. That's what's wrong with the world. People either don't know enough, or they are not being watched enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christan Theist answer&lt;/b&gt;: I AM THE PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. Me, who is hostile in mind, doing evil deeds. Despite the fact that I am the crowning glory of the creation of God, created to live and bring glory and honor to the Lord Jesus Christ, I am instead hostile toward the One by whom and for whom I was created. That is what is wrong with the world. In short, sin is what's wrong with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always asking the philosophical question, "If God's so powerful and good, how come bad stuff happens?" Don't answer that question until it is asked properly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Look me in the eyes and ask me this: "How on earth can a holy and righteous God know what I did and thought and said yesterday and not kill me in my sleep last night?" Ask it that way, and we can talk. But until you ask it that way, you do not understand the issue. Until you ask the question that way, you believe the problem is &lt;i&gt;out there&lt;/i&gt; somewhere. Until you ask the question that way, you believe that there are some individuals who, in and of themselves, deserve something other than the wrath of Almighty God. When you ask me the question that way--when you say, "Why is it that we are here today? Why has he not consumed and devoured each and every one of us? Why? Why, O God, does your judgment and your wrath tarry?"-- then you truly understand the issue.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the world is me. The problem is the fact that I do not acknowledge the supremacy of Christ in truth. The problem is that I start with myself as the measure of all things. I judge God based upon how well he carries out my agenda for the world, and I believe in the supremacy of me in truth. As a result, I want a God who is omnipotent but not sovereign. If I have a God who is omnipotent but not sovereign, I can wield his power. But if my God is both omnipotent and sovereign, I am at his mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who am I?&lt;/i&gt; I am the crowning glory of the creation of God, knit together in my mother's womb. &lt;i&gt;Why am I here?&lt;/i&gt; I am here to bring glory and honor to the Lord Jesus Christ. &lt;i&gt;What is wrong with the world?&lt;/i&gt; Me. I don't do what I was meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;i&gt;from&lt;/i&gt; Baucham  Jr., Voddie. "Truth and the Supremacy of Christ in a Postmodern World." &lt;u&gt;The Supremacy of Christ in a Postmodern World&lt;/u&gt; Eds. John Piper and Justin Taylor. Wheaton: Crossway Books, 2007: 63-64. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-7718517082463141211?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7718517082463141211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=7718517082463141211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7718517082463141211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7718517082463141211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-i-am-problem.html' title='#3. I am the problem.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2582409369982336717</id><published>2009-05-12T16:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:46:15.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good news @ tonic.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was sad when &lt;a href="http://cnn.com/"&gt;CNN &lt;/a&gt;reported that the last Titanic survivor, a 97-year-old woman, was &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/04/16/titanic.auction/index.html?iref=newssearch"&gt;selling her Titanic mementos&lt;/a&gt; to pay her nursing home bills. It was even more sad when CNN later &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/04/20/titanic.auction/index.html?iref=newssearch"&gt;reported &lt;/a&gt;this woman's auction didn't raise enough. That's all we heard of that. Sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! There's more. Why didn't CNN cover &lt;a href="http://www.tonic.com/news/article/their-big-fat-hearts-will-go-on/"&gt;the story&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt; stars Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio as well as direction James Cameron each donated $10,000 to a fund to help pay this woman's nursing home bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://tonic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;covered it. In fact, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonic.com&lt;/span&gt; is a media company focused on the good that happens each day in neighborhoods all around the world. That's right. No complaining about all the bad news anymore. Tonic.com is good news only. (Even you follow them on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter &lt;/a&gt;this month or become their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook &lt;/a&gt;friend, they'll plant a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tree &lt;/span&gt;for you! Two if you do both!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's "positively good." Kind of makes you feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sgnts5PyHtI/AAAAAAAABCE/BM_Bf71eL9o/s1600-h/pure+joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sgnts5PyHtI/AAAAAAAABCE/BM_Bf71eL9o/s400/pure+joy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335056589134110418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-2582409369982336717?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2582409369982336717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2582409369982336717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2582409369982336717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2582409369982336717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-news-toniccom.html' title='good news @ tonic.com'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sgnts5PyHtI/AAAAAAAABCE/BM_Bf71eL9o/s72-c/pure+joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1628435475812742886</id><published>2009-05-12T08:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:47:46.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the Office Musical</title><content type='html'>About to walk to campus for my first final in American Survey II.&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;a href="http://nbc.com/theoffice"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; musical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOCsXFKrxJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOCsXFKrxJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/778557284347331357-1628435475812742886?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1628435475812742886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1628435475812742886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1628435475812742886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1628435475812742886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/office-musical.html' title='the Office Musical'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8730438033140721455</id><published>2009-05-10T17:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:05:00.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we ride in style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My brother just got home from NY. He took me for a ride on his motorcycle. I wasn't [very] scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgdO-FA26SI/AAAAAAAABBY/8uXpZrgo7Fg/s1600-h/05+09+09+002+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgdO-FA26SI/AAAAAAAABBY/8uXpZrgo7Fg/s400/05+09+09+002+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334319112048273698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Me pretending like I know anything about motorcycles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgdPQeF0CkI/AAAAAAAABBg/JkeJgKI47FQ/s1600-h/05+09+09+003+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgdPQeF0CkI/AAAAAAAABBg/JkeJgKI47FQ/s400/05+09+09+003+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334319428017588802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how we do. Geoff and I ready to take off. Me wondering where to put my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8730438033140721455?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8730438033140721455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8730438033140721455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8730438033140721455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8730438033140721455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-ride-in-style.html' title='we ride in style.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgdO-FA26SI/AAAAAAAABBY/8uXpZrgo7Fg/s72-c/05+09+09+002+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5275722057644631619</id><published>2009-05-06T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:28:14.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgHWlwMWi9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/bKjpDp0bBnc/s1600-h/gerber+daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgHWlwMWi9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/bKjpDp0bBnc/s400/gerber+daisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332779377863592914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5275722057644631619?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5275722057644631619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5275722057644631619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5275722057644631619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5275722057644631619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favorite.html' title='my favorite.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SgHWlwMWi9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/bKjpDp0bBnc/s72-c/gerber+daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3385484133207298057</id><published>2009-05-03T01:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:55:40.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wait, there's more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A supplement to my 27 April post, "&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/mission-accomplished.html"&gt;Mission Accomplished&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/christ-on-the-cross/unlimited-limited-atonement"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mars Hill Church - Unlimited Limited Atonement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3385484133207298057?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3385484133207298057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3385484133207298057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3385484133207298057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3385484133207298057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/wait-theres-more.html' title='wait, there&apos;s more.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8966677442164963581</id><published>2009-05-02T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:37:15.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>notes on giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 6:1-4 -- [The World is Not a Stage | The Message]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be especially careful when you are trying to be good so that you don't make a performance out of it. It might be good theater, but the God who made you won't be applauding. &lt;sup id="en-MSG-9944" class="versenum" value="2-4"&gt;2-4&lt;/sup&gt;"When you do something for someone else, don't call attention to yourself. You've seen them in action, I'm sure—'playactors' I call them— treating prayer meeting and street corner alike as a stage, acting compassionate as long as someone is watching, playing to the crowds. They get applause, true, but that's all they get. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you help someone out, don't think about how it looks&lt;/span&gt;. Just do it—quietly and unobtrusively. That is the way your God, who conceived you in love, working behind the scenes, helps you out."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus teaches us that the broadcast of our lives is to be between him and us. There are real repercussions for being generous for the sake of being generous. The result is nothingness. God is not impressed with letting your entire group of friends know how "good" you are because you bought an unemployed buddy a new suit to wear to job interviews. We might be patted on the back by our friends and neighbors, but what good is that? Jesus tells us to help people out quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make giving an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act of worship&lt;/span&gt; -- so that when you help someone in need, it is to praise God for making both of you: for him who has needs, and for you who can meet them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8966677442164963581?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8966677442164963581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8966677442164963581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8966677442164963581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8966677442164963581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/notes-on-giving.html' title='notes on giving'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-7673226424737082066</id><published>2009-05-01T18:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:32:28.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>briefa utobio</title><content type='html'>[to the twelve tribes scattered among the nations, greetings.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born premature. April due date, February birth date.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People think I'm younger than I am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate being late anywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm like a ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I grew up as one of three. #2. I didn't like being #2. Nobody likes being #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc9933; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ess you're a pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I didn't date and somehow managed to get over the "I want a boyfriend because my friends have boyfriends" thing my freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I always had a knack for breaking hearts and breaking bones.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not true; it just sounded poetic. But the boys thought I had nice legs. Or so I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College was sweet. I liked the people, but not so much the classes.&lt;br /&gt;I fell madly in love.&lt;br /&gt;With Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;When I moved off campus and developed a grocery budget, I stopped eating meat.&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything for a home-grilled hamburger right now. With cheese. And &lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;ketchup&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks I will take the inevitable plunge into the world of "Alyssa now pays her own bills."&lt;br /&gt;I think I will &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;financially &lt;/span&gt;qualify as being impoverished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-7673226424737082066?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7673226424737082066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=7673226424737082066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7673226424737082066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7673226424737082066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/05/briefa-utobio.html' title='briefa utobio'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4671027757716223979</id><published>2009-04-30T18:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:28:12.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe -- The New Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, man. Multiples posts in one day. I hate doing it, but I start reading good books and get the urge to write and share cool things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfoyKpHg8VI/AAAAAAAABBI/CwuInyYXmiY/s1600-h/3049571963_02a0e42f29_b+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfoyKpHg8VI/AAAAAAAABBI/CwuInyYXmiY/s400/3049571963_02a0e42f29_b+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330628267363856722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love authors who literally make me laugh out loud when I'm reading. So, here's a funny one from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why We're Not Emergent&lt;/span&gt; by Kevin DeYoung and Ted Kluck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="e30517cedf92739d8919b9fee64c1f1c" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6:35 P.M. and I'm in a committee meeting. . . . We're all staring intently at a group of response cards that will be handed out at the end of [D.A. Carson's] talk. The cards include the usual stuff, like "Did you like the talk? Would you like a follow-up call? Check 'yes,' 'no,' or 'maybe.'" Somebody suggests that we remove "maybe." I suggest, since this is a talk on postmodernism, that we should remove everything except "maybe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4671027757716223979?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4671027757716223979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4671027757716223979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4671027757716223979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4671027757716223979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-new-yes.html' title='Maybe -- The New Yes'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfoyKpHg8VI/AAAAAAAABBI/CwuInyYXmiY/s72-c/3049571963_02a0e42f29_b+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2059308690193335118</id><published>2009-04-30T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:51:44.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it is well with my soul.</title><content type='html'>Today started out pretty well. After going to bed at 2am, I got up at 7:30 to finish up a couple of chapters of reading before my 9:30. Finished. Breakfast. Just before 9am, heading out the door, with my umbrella. As always, I have checked the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance of rain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hour-by-hour: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9am  - 20% chance; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10am - 75% chance; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11am - 15% chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's going to rain at 10am. I'll be in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half blocks... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TWO and a HALF&lt;/span&gt; blocks from my house, the sprinkling turns into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;torrential downpour&lt;/span&gt;. Not even straight down, but slightly out of the north so that my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt; are now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plastered&lt;/span&gt; to my legs, and though I am doing my best to avoid the huge puddles in the sidewalk, it doesn't matter because there are now huge puddles in my shoes. Seeing that my jeans are completely soaked and there is no way I can sit in class like this, I turn around and go back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a block away, a guy in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;truck pulls up and ask if I need a ride anywhere. I tell him I'm real close. That was really nice of him. I could have used him about five minutes earlier while I was still dry, but the world needs more nice guys in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm trying to protect the essentials like my cell phone and iPaq, keeping them close to my body and above the waist. After the guy with the truck leaves, I started running. I'm pretty sure I lost a bottle of water from my bookbag in the process, which I don't notice is starting to flop open with my awkward &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;running-while-wearing-and-backpack-and-carrying-an-umbrella &lt;/span&gt;motions. I make it to the house and strip off my jeans, shoes, and socks. 9:10am. I'm doing okay on time; I'm definitely driving to campus. I have no clean pairs of jeans, so I throw on some Nike shorts (I realize later they are on backwards) and some adidas pants, dry tennis shoes, and grab my keys and get out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Though I moved off campus, I still have my parking pass. I rarely drive to campus, but in situations like this, a residence hall parking pass comes in very handy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I make it to class by 9:30. When I sit down, I begin removing everything from my backpack, which is drenched. The three essays I am turning in today have wrinkly, watery edges and while I can get over some damp notebooks and novels, I am disappointed that a brand new book I just bought has accrued water damage around the edges (not horribly so, but the cover is crinkly at the top and bottom). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah-waah&lt;/span&gt;. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately my Dickens professor realizes we're all &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;fried/intellecutally comatose &lt;/span&gt;from finishing our final essays, and the discussion is brief. Unfortunately, since I spent late last night and this morning finishing my reading, we didn't even have a quiz. I want my points, dang it. But we do get out of class 30 minutes early. I go to the library where I have an early lunch and do a little reading in my brand new but now crinkly book on emergent churches. As I'm sorting through my backpack and preparing to head out to my 11:30, I find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;three Reisens&lt;/span&gt; in an inside pocket of my backpack. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cha-ching!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;. They're a little smooshed, but still very chocolately and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have an essay due in&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Intro. to Irish Poetry and Enviornmentalism&lt;/span&gt;. My teacher promised us a surprise today since we have finished our essays. The surprise is an Irish movie, scones, and tea. I just ate lunch, but some tea sounds lovely. Fortunately she's set the pot up near my desk. Easy access. After the first eager students get their food and drink, I get up and serve myself some tea. I'm turning to grab a scone, and I  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt; my tea.   :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. Fresh black tea all over a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;green tile &lt;/span&gt;floor. Fortunately most of the class is distracted by our professor's trying to figure out &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt;, so I slip out the door to get paper towels from the bathroom. How &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;, nonetheless. It takes me two trips for a sufficient amount of paper towels and once I clean it up, I slide back into my seat. No tea for me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, getting completely soaked and then dropping a cup of tea that I was really looking forward to drinking seem pretty minor, but on a normal day I might have found myself ready to cry out of frustration. Not today. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;days of class (Tuesday/Thursday next week) away from being free from the world of academia. My huge essays are all finished, and aside from finals and about 200 pages of Dickens' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Mutual Friend&lt;/span&gt;, the rest of this trip is downhill. I don't anticipate stressing about finals at all. I'll make some tea at home, and my clothes are on the clothesline drying in the afternoon sun. No way. I'm keeping my joy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon, b r i n g.  i t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-2059308690193335118?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2059308690193335118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2059308690193335118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2059308690193335118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2059308690193335118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='it is well with my soul.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4993571237029557583</id><published>2009-04-30T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:53:15.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I kept the start menu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfkSUcdxJQI/AAAAAAAABBA/ELzIiP6l5O8/s1600-h/mac+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfkSUcdxJQI/AAAAAAAABBA/ELzIiP6l5O8/s400/mac+top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330311776417424642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my desktop. Looks fresh, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, knowing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LifeWay&lt;/span&gt; uses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Macs &lt;/span&gt;for editing, I have started a subtle transition by downloading the OS X-style dock onto my desktop, hiding all my icons and my start bar. (Though my start bar is still there, easily accessed, just hidden!) It's kind of fun dipping my toes in it. You know, in case I ever decide to join the dark side. I've always been a loyal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt;er. I'll stick with a hybrid version for now. It's wild &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4993571237029557583?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4993571237029557583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4993571237029557583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4993571237029557583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4993571237029557583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kept-start-menu.html' title='I kept the start menu.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfkSUcdxJQI/AAAAAAAABBA/ELzIiP6l5O8/s72-c/mac+top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4149296946024405169</id><published>2009-04-29T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:13:57.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Poetry</title><content type='html'>Because in high school, I didn't have a blog. You guys missed out on some great* poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Freshman Year]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;Sailboat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;dawn&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;there: just&lt;br /&gt;my sail-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;boat and me.&lt;br /&gt;Sailboat&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;carry me away&lt;br /&gt;miles and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;miles for the&lt;br /&gt;day.  Water&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;laps against the&lt;br /&gt;side, gently&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;flowing with the&lt;br /&gt;tide.  Big white&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;blankets stretch&lt;br /&gt;to sky, rocking&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;with a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful sailor, guide the&lt;br /&gt;boat, soak up sun:&lt;br /&gt;forever float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Alyssa Reeves, 11/14/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Freshman maturity at its best -- an untitled cinquain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I once had a teacher who stank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I think she bathed in a fish tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Her pit stains were green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;She sure wasn’t keen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I spoke up and said, “You are rank!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alyssa Reeves, 11/19/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Junior year English prompt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday Night Chaos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing behind the counter&lt;br /&gt;Another night at work&lt;br /&gt;A family enters to see Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;Their son looks like a jerk&lt;br /&gt;I watch him from my snack bar seat&lt;br /&gt;He slyly sneaks away&lt;br /&gt;Into the black he disappears&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t worth my pay&lt;br /&gt;I watch him from the hallway’s end&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t know I’m there&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what trouble he will find&lt;br /&gt;His parents obviously don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than I can turn around&lt;br /&gt;I hear a real loud laugh&lt;br /&gt;The little madman had the reel&lt;br /&gt;I called out to the staff&lt;br /&gt;It took four guys to hold him down&lt;br /&gt;The monster munched each scene&lt;br /&gt;We dragged him to his parents&lt;br /&gt;He thought that we were mean&lt;br /&gt;I’ll quit this job, I swear I will&lt;br /&gt;If I ever see another&lt;br /&gt;I’m so embarrassed, think I’ll cry&lt;br /&gt;That terror was my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*great - a subjective adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4149296946024405169?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4149296946024405169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4149296946024405169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4149296946024405169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4149296946024405169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-school-poetry.html' title='Old School Poetry'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5814558294082153261</id><published>2009-04-28T18:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:09:03.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tricks of the trade.</title><content type='html'>Thursday I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; huge papers due. One is done, one is almost done, and one I just started but the momentum is going. I also have 90 pages to read by Thursday (or about 4.5 hours of audiobook if I listen to it). (So why am I blogging instead of doing homework?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, my semester is all down hill after Thursday. I just have to show up to my last *&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;* days of classes and take my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fun trick. I actually learned this from my U.S. Geography professor last year. So on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt; poetry paper, it's supposed to be 7-8 pages. I'm about four lines short of 7 and I've analyzed two poems into the ground. Four more lines would be repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I employ, the "over-sized period" trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + F. &gt; Find &amp;amp; Replace. &gt; Replace all &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;-pt. periods with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;-pt. periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my paper is nearly eight lines longer because the 144 periods in my paper are slightly larger in font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Fun note: my mom's newspaper made it into Jay Leno's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Headlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; segment last night. Go to NBC.com and you can watch it; it shows up around 18:24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, back to writing. There will be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when I finish this semester out. Oh yeah, it's called graduation. And my mom is buying me an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ice cream cake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfeaC69GevI/AAAAAAAABAg/IyyaI-7jig0/s1600-h/ice+cream+cake+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfeaC69GevI/AAAAAAAABAg/IyyaI-7jig0/s400/ice+cream+cake+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329898058992220914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5814558294082153261?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5814558294082153261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5814558294082153261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5814558294082153261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5814558294082153261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/tricks-of-trade.html' title='tricks of the trade.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfeaC69GevI/AAAAAAAABAg/IyyaI-7jig0/s72-c/ice+cream+cake+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-330345995325074459</id><published>2009-04-27T18:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:56:32.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished.</title><content type='html'>From Shai Linne's album, the Atonement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oXV2wgynpM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oXV2wgynpM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=oXV2wgynpM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=oXV2wgynpM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=oXV2wgynpM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=oXV2wgynpM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/oXV2wgynpM/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/hX0Ft9/music/pZkU7VVU/shai-linne-mission-accomplished/"&gt;Mission Accomplished - Shai Linne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember sitting in American Survey I a year and a half ago and reading some works by the Puritans. I wasn't sure what to think about this idea of predestination. I hadn't ever thought about universal atonement or election or what it all meant. Shai Linne's song "Mission Accomplished" made it clear to me. Most people have taken a clear stance when it comes to this Calvinistic belief. Take a listen to the song above (you may need to create a free &lt;a href="http://imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imeem.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; account; it's an awesome site and worth your time)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you who have a hard time understanding hip-hop lyrics, you can view them &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=dgvm3fkq_9p6gjwmdr&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, or continue down and I'll paraphrase them a little and extend them into an essay-like form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mission Accomplished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a paraphrased essay from Shai Linne's lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject is controversial. Christians have been split over it for years. Now, by the grace of God, I [Shai Linne] will humbly address the issue of predestination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the question: who did Christ die for? Did He die for everyone in the world? Was His intent to make the entire world His Bride? If people refuse to believe in Jesus, was his work in vain? If you look at the Bible, each of these claims must be false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true: Jesus gave up his life for His Bride. But who is His Bride? His Bride is the elect: those to whom his death is applied. If you can't hide on Judgment Day, God's wrath abides on you because of your sin, and you find yourself spending eternity in hell, it's because your wrath from God hasn't been satisfied. But we believe that Jesus' mission of salvation was accomplished when He died. How does the cross relate to those in hell? Well, they're saying, "God knows He tried."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father, Son, and Spirit are three, and yet one. They work as a unit to get things done. Our salvation was being planned out in eternity past. God certainly has to bring all His purpose to pass. There is a triune, eternal bond that no one can ever sever. When it comes to the church, they work together: The Father foreknew first, the Son came to Earth to die, the Holy Spirit gives the new birth. The Father selects them, the Son pays their debt and protects them, the Spirit is the one who resurrects them. The Father chooses them, the Son gets bruised for them, the Spirit renews them and produces fruit in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's not elect. God decides who is elect. The Holy Spirit only resides in the elect. The Father and the Spirit are completely unified in this way. When it comes to Christ and those in hell? Well, they're saying, "God knows He tried."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third (and final verse). Here's the situation (just a couple more things for you to consider): If Christ's goal for coming to earth was to save everyone, since there are so many in hell, we'd have to say He failed miserably. So many people think that Christ died only to make salvation possible. Let's follow this solution to a conclusion that's logical. What about those who were already in the grave? (The Old Testament wicked, condemned, and depraved?) Did He die for them? Be careful, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worst of all, you're saying that the cross by itself doesn't save, that we must do something to give the cross its power. That means, at the end of the day, the glory's ours. That man-centered thinking is not recommended. The cross will save all for whom it was intended. Because for the elect, God's wrath is satisfied. But still, when it comes to those in hell, they are saying, "God knows He tried."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-330345995325074459?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/330345995325074459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=330345995325074459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/330345995325074459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/330345995325074459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4232924074691389429</id><published>2009-04-26T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:04:28.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Lincoln.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe having a birthday on February 12 makes me a bit partial toward our 16th president. This weekend I visited Lincoln, NE for the first time. Not only was it just named the healthiest city in the U.S. (2008), it is home to a little more than a 125,000 people -- more than 5x bigger than Manhattan, Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfXzJ8pxNcI/AAAAAAAABAU/mdp9wKj93w0/s1600-h/lincoln+notebook+snow+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfXzJ8pxNcI/AAAAAAAABAU/mdp9wKj93w0/s400/lincoln+notebook+snow+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433086288541122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Lincoln. Nebraska. 2.25-hour drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. Haven't seen your face since October. Six months. Too long. Notebook sculpture. UNL. Lincoln Berean Church. O Street. Starr Street. Redbox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thunderstorms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. Mexican food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Enchiladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Amigos. Right Lane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Must Turn Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Gerber daisies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. Target. Chocolate chip cookies. 89-cent eggs, one dozen. Butter. Skim milk with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;6 April expiration date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Angie. Naps. Birds in residence outside the window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sheets and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;brown comforter. Waking up and not knowing where I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Map &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tacked to the ceiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. Movie. Watch it twice because we fell asleep the first time. Pancakes, whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;wheat. Sugar-free syrup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Yes, they're good like Jenn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hip-hop in the AM. Cloverton. Big church. Sermon: Facing Depression. Tour of the town. Tulips in the front yard. Tall grass. No lawnmower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Loving people well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Braeda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fresh Express Cafe. Tornado watch. Gift registries. What else? What'd you learn? You want to unpack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;that for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Frequent text messaging. State capital. Scripture pictures. Empty mailbox. NY &amp;amp; Co. I hate shopping. Jk. A memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; like Dory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. "Hi, I'm Dory." Makes me smile. I'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nemo. An &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;introvert with extroverted tendencies. Go to the top of the capitol to see the world. Get stuck in a back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;elevator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. That's my story. See you in three months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4232924074691389429?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4232924074691389429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4232924074691389429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4232924074691389429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4232924074691389429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-lincoln.html' title='I like Lincoln.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfXzJ8pxNcI/AAAAAAAABAU/mdp9wKj93w0/s72-c/lincoln+notebook+snow+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2773885846872841174</id><published>2009-04-25T01:33:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:03:11.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMI8rVWimI/AAAAAAAABAM/s1neH7nmK0s/s1600-h/tocoan+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMI8rVWimI/AAAAAAAABAM/s1neH7nmK0s/s400/tocoan+banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328612622626884194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They Only Come Out at Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;TOCOAN)&lt;/span&gt;, print:relief's literary rockshow-fundraising event, was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;success. As always, I forgot I owned a camera until the last part of the night and even them kept forgetting to use it. So, here are a few shots from the night, all from the freestyle category. My piece, "A Written Guide for Social Conduct Concerning Emotions" won 3rd place in the prose category. (My first chance to ever read something in front of 50+ people. I was shaking like a leaf.) I got $10, which I subsequently spent on the fundraiser's baked goods and a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cloverton"&gt;Cloverton &lt;/a&gt;CD.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24703734@N02/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/24703734@N02/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfKw06k3T0I/AAAAAAAAA_o/ysKhbXS_c1E/s1600-h/04+24+09+TOCOAN+014edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfKw06k3T0I/AAAAAAAAA_o/ysKhbXS_c1E/s400/04+24+09+TOCOAN+014edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328515732256280386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMAuZU6e6I/AAAAAAAAA_0/nyULrIY-gT0/s1600-h/04+24+09+TOCOAN+013edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMAuZU6e6I/AAAAAAAAA_0/nyULrIY-gT0/s400/04+24+09+TOCOAN+013edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328603581182016418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMA9kT8HAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/TvLNjduL9vU/s1600-h/04+24+09+TOCOAN+009edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMA9kT8HAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/TvLNjduL9vU/s400/04+24+09+TOCOAN+009edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328603841828756482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMBLe0rLwI/AAAAAAAABAE/CQNF92aBtuY/s1600-h/04+24+09+TOCOAN+005edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMBLe0rLwI/AAAAAAAABAE/CQNF92aBtuY/s400/04+24+09+TOCOAN+005edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328604080873615106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-2773885846872841174?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2773885846872841174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2773885846872841174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2773885846872841174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2773885846872841174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/success.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfMI8rVWimI/AAAAAAAABAM/s1neH7nmK0s/s72-c/tocoan+banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4250468677171165353</id><published>2009-04-23T15:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:07:36.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY: TOCOAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, thanks to my stat. counter, I am well-aware that I have a very low readership in Manhattan. But, if you happen to be in town Friday night and are looking for something awesome to do, look no further. Here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfDXxxkXycI/AAAAAAAAA_g/CRrJlx5h_Tc/s1600-h/TOCOAT3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfDXxxkXycI/AAAAAAAAA_g/CRrJlx5h_Tc/s400/TOCOAT3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995609298749890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Only Come Out At Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a literary rock show for writers.&lt;br /&gt;(Battle of the bands: writer's edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is sponsored by &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thedustybookshelf.com/"&gt;The Dusty Bookshelf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.thewellhub.org/index2"&gt;theWELL&lt;/a&gt; and put on by &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://inkwall.wordpress.com/"&gt;inkWELL&lt;/a&gt;, a creative writing satellite group from theWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is working as a fundraiser for a group of people [&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://printrelief.wordpress.com/"&gt;print:relief&lt;/a&gt;] going to South Africa this summer to set up a T-shirt printing business to create jobs for the people of a slum in Cape Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merchandise available at the event:&lt;br /&gt;-book put together by members from the creative writing group&lt;br /&gt;-T-shirts printed on site of various designs straight from the genius minds of the team.&lt;br /&gt;-CLOVERTON cd's&lt;br /&gt;-Bake sale food&lt;br /&gt;-other items TBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a $2 admission fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to share your work, please do!&lt;br /&gt;...but you must audition first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those wanting to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;audition&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday the 22nd and 23rd @ 7:00-10:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Union room 212&lt;br /&gt;3 Categories: Prose, Poetry, FrEeStYLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$5 one-time audition fee (AKA you can audition for one or all three or any combination of two categories and you only have to pay $5 once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should you audition?...There are CASH PRIZES for EACH category!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st prize - $30&lt;br /&gt;2nd prize - $20&lt;br /&gt;3rd prize - $10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4250468677171165353?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4250468677171165353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4250468677171165353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4250468677171165353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4250468677171165353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-tocoan.html' title='FRIDAY: TOCOAN'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SfDXxxkXycI/AAAAAAAAA_g/CRrJlx5h_Tc/s72-c/TOCOAT3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8692028201546602952</id><published>2009-04-22T20:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:34:19.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love, cities, &amp; alleged crimes</title><content type='html'>I have fallen in love with sitting on our front porch. Not the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm-gonna-marry-it&lt;/span&gt;" type of love. It's just this perfect place to read or watch the cars drive by. It's incredible how many mechanical errors you can diagnose in passing cars with little to no automotive experience. I can recognize when that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;clunk-clunkity-clunk&lt;/span&gt;" doesn't sound right or there's something dragging under your car. The most common is the brakes, though. Sometimes it's amusing to see cars slow to make a left turn, and traffic is heavy enough that they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stop &lt;/span&gt;and cars back up behind them, some so impatient that they dart into the right lane to get by. Or when two cars are both trying to turn left, coming from opposite directions, trying to see past the other turning car to tell if there's any oncoming traffic. Of course all the cars are moving to the right lanes, so traffic flow there is twice as heavy, making a turn almost impossible. Some people are eating, some are talking on their phones, some just staring straight ahead. You get the occaisonal nose-picker, usually a male. If it's between 2-4pm, you get the carfull of girls making a 1/2-price Sonic drink run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is far enough back from the street that it feels safe. There's plenty of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and even a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;fence &lt;/span&gt;that partially blocks the view of the road heading east. People passing don't notice me unless they're concentrating on the houses. Most aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to anticipate sidewalk-ers. Occasionally they're on bikes. I never did believe in love at first sight, but I guess I kind of imagined the front-porch encounter to be slightly romantic... guy passes on bike. Guy just turns his head in time to see me. Guy slows down, perhaps guy forgets he's biking and subsequently crashes, resulting in me leaving my spot on the front porch to make sure he's okay. He's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;bleeding&lt;/span&gt;. I go inside to get him a band-aid. I only have small ones. We work something out with paper towels and tape. He offers to take me to dinner as a way of returning the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, so I'm not a porch-sitter because I'm looking for love. It's just that it's spring, and a guy just rode by on his bike, and I thought it might be nice. I'm out here with my laptop plugged into the side of the house. It's been cold enough lately that there aren't a bunch of mosquitoes out yet. I want desperately to go&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I should be working on my essays (8-10 pages, all three due April 30). But I'm not. I'm sitting on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat out here for an hour before lunch, so my left arm and leg are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blushing&lt;/span&gt;. The days pass too quickly. (Today, I kept finding grammar errors in my writings. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. I didn't make mistakes on purpose.) There's live music at Radina's, but I feel too restless to sit in a coffee shop. I can hardly believe I'll be in Nashville one month from today. I wonder if I'll have a front porch there I can sit on. I'm not into country music, but I did just get an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;alto sax&lt;/span&gt;. There's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blues &lt;/span&gt;place in Nashville. It's been seven years since I've played, but I remember most of the fingerings. I should be getting new reeds in the mail soon. Maybe I can get lessons in Nashville, not that I'll have money to spend on lessons. I mean I'll get lessons if I decide they are worth more than eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim just mowed the yard today. I love freshly-mowed grass. It makes everything feel straight and clean. It made me feel domestic. I made cheesy biscuits tonight. I braided them into the shape of a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; w&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;eat&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In other words, I braided them into a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning there was a squirrel in our backyard trotting across the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;. I was headed out the back door and he jumped up the fence. He had something large and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;in his mouth. I thought it was a strawberry, but they're all still in their white-flower stage. I crept closer and it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an apple from our compost pile. Sick.&lt;/span&gt; I went to the store and was going to buy some squirrel and/or bird food, but all the bags were like $10. I did buy a seed-bell that I ended up breaking up and scattering in the grass. I hope the birds find it. Sorry, squirrel, I can't believe you'll eat compost, but whatev. Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a black man almost get hit by a car crossing the street. He walked down the block, then he crossed back. He stopped at the end of our sidewalk. "That's a laptop?" I freeze, remembering all the lights in our house are off and it's probably obvious I'm alone. "What? Yeah." Seriously? No, it's a desktop. Huh? He says, "That's a nice laptop. What's yo' name?" Then he leaves. Uh, maybe it's time to go inside. And pretend like other people are home. Or invite someone over.  Oh, good, Tim just got home. I'd be too scared to live in a big city alone. I better fall in love first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Se_ZUfVbWEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZhUVJYu14Qg/s1600-h/cowboy+montgomery+sky+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Se_ZUfVbWEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZhUVJYu14Qg/s400/cowboy+montgomery+sky+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327715830234568770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8692028201546602952?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8692028201546602952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8692028201546602952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8692028201546602952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8692028201546602952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-cities-alleged-crimes.html' title='love, cities, &amp; alleged crimes'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Se_ZUfVbWEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZhUVJYu14Qg/s72-c/cowboy+montgomery+sky+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3133108192648239626</id><published>2009-04-21T22:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:53:19.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>estoy aquí.</title><content type='html'>Why you haven't seen/read/heard from me much lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Se6MusAA-OI/AAAAAAAAA_A/lX_73Rnfyes/s1600-h/Our_Mutual_Friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Se6MusAA-OI/AAAAAAAAA_A/lX_73Rnfyes/s400/Our_Mutual_Friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327350142938970338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do not be deceived by the deceptive thinness of &lt;a href="http://www.penguinclassics.ca/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,9780140434972,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Mutual Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in this picture. This book is a whopping 800 pages, and I have one month to read it. I'm currently halfway done, though! Just plugging right along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Upcoming events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Se6OOIdigOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/EpIMU8F7txM/s1600-h/TOCOAT3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Se6OOIdigOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/EpIMU8F7txM/s200/TOCOAT3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327351782666567906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://printrelief.wordpress.com/2009/04/06/they-only-come-out-at-night/"&gt;They Only Come Out at Night&lt;/a&gt; event @ The Dusty Bookshelf: A Literary Rockshow for Writers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;- Yours truly travels to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Lincoln,+NE&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=33.352165,79.101563&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=40.830956,-96.702347&amp;amp;spn=0.248861,0.617981&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;iwloc=A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lincoln, NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to visit a dear friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;- visit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KC&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://www.k-state.edu/"&gt;K-State&lt;/a&gt; Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;-ish- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;moving to &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://alyssainnashville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nashville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3133108192648239626?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3133108192648239626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3133108192648239626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2787819554434255401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-hip-hop-for-easter.html' title='A Little Hip-Hop for Easter'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-7752210931823357467</id><published>2009-04-10T18:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:35:44.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Article of the Day</title><content type='html'>A sampling of Michael Spencer's "&lt;a href="http://www.internetmonk.com/articles/B/broken.html"&gt;When I Am Weak: Why we must embrace our brokenness and never be good Christians&lt;/a&gt;." Click to read the whole thing. (It's long, but worth it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evangelicals love a testimony of how screwed up I USED to be. They aren't interested in how screwed up I am NOW. But the fact is, that we are screwed up. Then. Now. ... What a crock. Please. Call this off. It's making me sick. I mean that. It's affecting me. I'm seeing, in my life and the lives of others, a commitment to lying about our condition that is absolutely pathological.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You people with your Bibles. Look something up for me? Isn't almost everyone in that book screwed up? I mean, don't the screwed up people- like Abraham, Jacob, Moses, David, Hosea- outnumber the "good Christians" by about ten to one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does this mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It means your depression isn't fixed. It means you are still overweight. It means you still want to look at porn. It means you are still frightened of dying, reluctant to tell the truth and purposely evasive when it comes to responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-7752210931823357467?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7752210931823357467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=7752210931823357467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7752210931823357467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7752210931823357467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/article-of-day.html' title='Article of the Day'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8876308650693307832</id><published>2009-04-08T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:44:52.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>green means go. | pt. 3</title><content type='html'>I think I am dying. I want to go to heaven with my best friend. My mother is on the phone in the kitchen. When she brought me in, she put me on the couch. Then the phone rang. My heart is stomping around in me like it's trying to run away. I want to run away. My hand rises and falls on my chest. I'm not even crying. I feel like such a bad friend for not even crying. My mother hangs up and sits on the couch, sliding under me so my head is in her lap. She strokes my hair and speaks softly, but I don't hear a single word. My eyes are fixed on the wood paneling on the opposite wall. Near the baseboard, my name is written in blue crayon. My best friend's is in red. You can't see it well because the chair halfway hides it. My mother never found out. I remember the day we wrote on the wall, like a pact that we would be best friends forever. When her mom called and said one of our classmates was waiting at her house, she left me. Just like that. I told her that day that I hated her. Our names blur and my heart hurts. Now my tears are sliding down my hot, quiet cheeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8876308650693307832?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8876308650693307832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8876308650693307832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8876308650693307832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8876308650693307832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-means-go-pt-3.html' title='green means go. | pt. 3'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-6600611720907818833</id><published>2009-04-07T19:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:55:29.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>green means go. | pt. 5</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been walking for hours, though I'm not really sure because I didn't bring my watch. As soon as I got to the park, I stuck myself in the middle of the slide where no one could see me, my tennis shoes pressed tightly against the plastic to keep me from moving. It started to get scary, and my fingers were cold. So I slid down and kept walking. My feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bank sign that flashes "61&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/areeves/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="obsTempTextA"&gt;°F" then "12:24." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/areeves/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I have a long time before morning and I am getting sleepy. I should have thought this out better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a gas station on the next block, and I go inside. The fluorescent lights are buzzing on the ceiling and I eye the teenager sitting behind the counter. He's watching TV and I don't think he notices me. His name tag says STEVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to decide what to buy. I'm a little hungry, but I don't want to spend all my money tonight. Who knows how long I'll be traveling. There's a box of Cracker Jacks and a bag of Skittles. I love them both, but I have to choose. I find a penny in my coat pocket. Heads is Cracker Jacks, tails is Skittles. I flip it but don't catch it. It hits the tile and rolls under the shelf. Out of reach. I duck after it and then slowly glance at STEVE, but his eyes are fixed on the screen. I slide the Skittles swiftly into my coat pocket and carry the Cracker Jacks to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to cough to get his attention. He looks at me strangely. I slide my crumpled $5 toward him and add, "My mom's waiting in the car." STEVE punches some buttons on the cash register and gives me my change. It gets crammed back into my jeans, and I push out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:45. I feel a little guilty. The lump in my throat is rising. Because now, I'm not only a runaway; I'm also a thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdvxAiU5-dI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ioc0RvrEwyg/s1600-h/gas+station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdvxAiU5-dI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ioc0RvrEwyg/s400/gas+station.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322112376185158098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-6600611720907818833?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/6600611720907818833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=6600611720907818833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6600611720907818833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6600611720907818833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-means-go-pt-4.html' title='green means go. | pt. 5'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdvxAiU5-dI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ioc0RvrEwyg/s72-c/gas+station.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-83809502897191785</id><published>2009-04-06T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:23:34.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Emerging Church?</title><content type='html'>Mark Driscoll on the Emerging Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/religionsaves/emerging-church"&gt;Watch the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/religionsaves/emerging-church"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdqqzmlxphI/AAAAAAAAA-I/a1tnAgYueBY/s400/igoogle320pm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321753713200702994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-83809502897191785?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/83809502897191785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=83809502897191785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/83809502897191785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/83809502897191785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-emerging-church.html' title='What&apos;s the Emerging Church?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdqqzmlxphI/AAAAAAAAA-I/a1tnAgYueBY/s72-c/igoogle320pm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4995253560092577103</id><published>2009-04-05T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:42:16.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alyssa in nashville</title><content type='html'>Coming soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://alyssainnashville.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alyssa in Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes on Alyssa's first journey into the adulthood, the "real world," and the land of paying her own bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdklXb_SnvI/AAAAAAAAA-A/okXcIABQqdU/s1600-h/nashvilleskyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdklXb_SnvI/AAAAAAAAA-A/okXcIABQqdU/s400/nashvilleskyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321325519295389426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdklMQzj4WI/AAAAAAAAA94/SYCjwm2wFv8/s1600-h/nashvilleskyline+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4995253560092577103?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4995253560092577103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4995253560092577103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4995253560092577103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4995253560092577103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/alyssa-in-nashville.html' title='alyssa in nashville'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SdklXb_SnvI/AAAAAAAAA-A/okXcIABQqdU/s72-c/nashvilleskyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-332254018145300818</id><published>2009-04-04T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:42:28.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love story.</title><content type='html'>What has God taught me in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I even begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that Christianity is not about becoming a better person. It's not this 12-step program to becoming the kind of person you wanted to be when you were six. It's not about finding harmony with your inner soul to experience this consistent level of happiness and universal peace. If you're going for that kind of thing, follow Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this point when I had to come to terms with my utter depravity. I had to stop thinking I knew everything. I had to trust this fact: "God: Creator. Me: Creation." I had to peel my eyes off of myself long enough to see the magnitude of the cross and the weight of His glory. I think some people have a hard time connecting to this Jesus who was crucified for our sins because it didn't happen yesterday. It's easier to blame the first-century civilization for his crucifixion. But every time I sin, every time I think that I know better than God does, every time I don't believe God is who he says he is, it's like I'm there in the crowd yelling, "Crucify him!" It's like I'm declaring that I don't think Christ is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is good enough for me. Christ is more than good enough for me. He's everything I need. And the more I get to know him, the more experiences I have with him, the more beautiful the cross is. Every day he becomes more real to me, more intimate. Every day, I am falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who recently got engaged. She is very in love. My friend told me that there was this point in this relationship -- quite possibly the point she realized she was in love -- when her thoughts shifted, so that every decision she made carried the question, "How will this benefit or effect him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling in love with the One who knit me in my mother's womb, who knew what my first word would be and what my last word will be. I'm in love with this God who created the universe: every star, every grasshopper, every person, every flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know that the Bible uses 'unfailing love' 32 times and not once does it refer to someone or something other than God?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has taught me that Christianity isn't about becoming a better person. I was created to glorify God. What does that look like? It looks like being like Jesus. It looks like loving people and expecting nothing in return, meeting needs, hating sin and fighting lies. It looks like making every decision with "how is this glorifying to God?" at the center. When you're in love, it comes easier, I think. Paul knew this love. And as a result, Paul had a God-like jealousy, a jealousy that meant he wanted everyone else to know this love, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a love story. A story that unfolds when we genuinely believe that God is who He says He is, when we believe He loves us as much as He says He does - without condition, when we love Him back and live differently as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my love story, and it's only the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-332254018145300818?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/332254018145300818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=332254018145300818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/332254018145300818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/332254018145300818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-story.html' title='love story.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-7915414377377298428</id><published>2009-04-02T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:57:10.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills - Moya Cannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got called on to read during my Intro. to Irish Poetry and Environmentalism class. We're studying Moya Cannon this week. She's a pro, so of course all her stuff is pretty good, but I really liked this one called "Hills."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wild hills come stalking.&lt;br /&gt;Did I perhaps after all, in spite of all&lt;br /&gt;try to cast them off,&lt;br /&gt;my dark blue hills,&lt;br /&gt;that were half the world's perimeter?&lt;br /&gt;Have I stooped so low as to lyricise about heather,a&lt;br /&gt;adjusting my love&lt;br /&gt;to fit elegantly&lt;br /&gt;within the terms of disinterested discourse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I think I'm fooling?&lt;br /&gt;I know these hills better than that.&lt;br /&gt;I know them blue, like delicate shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I know the red grass that grows in high boglands&lt;br /&gt;and the passionate brightnesses and darknesses&lt;br /&gt;of high bog lakes.&lt;br /&gt;And I know too how,&lt;br /&gt;in the murk of winter,&lt;br /&gt;these wet hills will come howling through my blood&lt;br /&gt;like wolves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-7915414377377298428?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7915414377377298428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=7915414377377298428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7915414377377298428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7915414377377298428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/04/hills-moya-cannon.html' title='Hills - Moya Cannon'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5726308487867860068</id><published>2009-03-30T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:26:18.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moses drops it like it's hot</title><content type='html'>From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;History of the World&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TAtRCJIqnk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TAtRCJIqnk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I've been reading the Old Testament, and while God did only give Moses 10 commandments (Exodus 34:28), Moses did have a little mishap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses leaves the people in the desert to go up on Mount Sinai where God gives him two tablets of stone inscribed by the finger of God (Exodus 31:18; 32:15-16). Moses comes back down to the people and because he had been gone so long, the Israelites told Aaron they wanted to be gods and they made a golden calf and started worshiping it. Of course Moses is a little upset when he comes back and sees such disobedience to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses throws the tablets out of his hands and broke them into pieces at the foot of the mountain (Exodus 32:19). Then he has to straighten out the people. A couple of chapters later, the Lord tells Moses to make some more tablets so He can write on them "the words that were on the first tablets, which you broke." (Exodus 34:1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5726308487867860068?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5726308487867860068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5726308487867860068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5726308487867860068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5726308487867860068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/moses-drops-it-like-its-hot.html' title='Moses drops it like it&apos;s hot'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1457623019382835782</id><published>2009-03-26T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:46:47.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>word pair rhymes and adorability</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;looming ink, fuming blood,&lt;br /&gt;blooming flowers, dooming flood&lt;br /&gt;minding child, finding hope,&lt;br /&gt;blinding sunlight, winding road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Scw9r4MPlhI/AAAAAAAAA9w/nPX2QMSUuQ8/s1600-h/300_x_600_frog_kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Scw9r4MPlhI/AAAAAAAAA9w/nPX2QMSUuQ8/s400/300_x_600_frog_kitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317693084045121042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-1457623019382835782?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1457623019382835782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1457623019382835782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1457623019382835782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1457623019382835782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-pair-rhymes-and-adorability.html' title='word pair rhymes and adorability'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Scw9r4MPlhI/AAAAAAAAA9w/nPX2QMSUuQ8/s72-c/300_x_600_frog_kitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-9031154853997861547</id><published>2009-03-25T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:24:33.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason Why Gmail Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/03/25/gmail.labs.email/index.html"&gt;Gmail's New 5-Second Rule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (click)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only shopping websites had a "Never mind, I really shouldn't have bought that because I probably can't afford it" button. Maybe someone should create a desktop application -- a fairy godmother of sorts -- to act as a conscience on your computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Save your file! You wouldn't want to lose it if your computer crashed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't buy that! Save the money. Don' t you want your kid to go to college?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey buddy, language.. language! Keep it clean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Solitaire, again? That's it. One more game, but then you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; finish your essay."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-9031154853997861547?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/9031154853997861547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=9031154853997861547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/9031154853997861547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/9031154853997861547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-reason-why-gmail-rocks.html' title='Another Reason Why Gmail Rocks'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2170368277920131583</id><published>2009-03-24T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:16:25.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracker? Give him an award!</title><content type='html'>Because sometimes reading that a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,510256,00.html"&gt;choking baby was saved by a parrot&lt;/a&gt; makes you feel a little warmer inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Scl3yQfU_wI/AAAAAAAAA9o/GNhQKnnpTMU/s1600-h/baby+parrots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Scl3yQfU_wI/AAAAAAAAA9o/GNhQKnnpTMU/s400/baby+parrots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316912540391112450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-2170368277920131583?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2170368277920131583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2170368277920131583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2170368277920131583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2170368277920131583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/cracker-give-him-award.html' title='Cracker? Give him an award!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Scl3yQfU_wI/AAAAAAAAA9o/GNhQKnnpTMU/s72-c/baby+parrots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3704440674927984478</id><published>2009-03-20T20:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:02:29.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23 hours. 1,375 miles. $94 of fuel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ScRJo1seAoI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/to9ivDUID9c/s1600-h/03+20+09+025+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ScRJo1seAoI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/to9ivDUID9c/s400/03+20+09+025+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315454426161218178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I left Nashville at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:45 am&lt;/span&gt; and made it to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; St. Louis&lt;/span&gt; (~300 miles) around 11:15. I was ahead of schedule, so I decided to stop and see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ga&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ar&lt;/span&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;. Parking was hard to find, but I found a meter and walked. Then I asked a guy to take my picture.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped in Columbia, MO to watch the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cornell &lt;/span&gt;v. Mizzou game with my sister. Unfortunately Cornell lost, but they still have next year. Then I jumped in my car to continue home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it home around 7:45 (13 hours after leaving Nashville). 675 miles today ... lots of music and not so much homework (I just couldn't bring myself to listen to much Charles Dickens audio book!). By the time I get back to Manhattan, my travel total for the week will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1,586&lt;/span&gt; miles (28 hours). All I have to say is I-70 across Missouri is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ScRMMMPzZ9I/AAAAAAAAA9g/rSHwnQ5en-s/s1600-h/spring+break+09+total+trip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ScRMMMPzZ9I/AAAAAAAAA9g/rSHwnQ5en-s/s400/spring+break+09+total+trip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315457232533678034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3704440674927984478?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3704440674927984478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3704440674927984478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3704440674927984478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3704440674927984478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip-last-stretch.html' title='23 hours. 1,375 miles. $94 of fuel.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ScRJo1seAoI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/to9ivDUID9c/s72-c/03+20+09+025+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-7580977232217931078</id><published>2009-03-18T19:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:19:22.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin' in the 'ville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nashville (round-)trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300+ miles. 22.5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in: Goodlettsville, TN (just north of Nashville)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 150 miles, starting around Charleston, MO, I didn't see one living tree -- a result of recent ice storms. Really crazy-looking. But the storms were devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest part of today's trip: crossing the place near Cairo, IL where the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers meet. Not only were the bridges enormous, but I read Mark Twain's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn&lt;/span&gt; this semester and this place where the rivers meet was the exact place Huck and Jim were aiming for -- so they could turn and go up the Ohio. It was cool to actually see the place Mark Twain wrote about.  ... I'm such an English major...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perks: listening to Shai Linne album Atonement while driving, listening to Redeemer Fellowship sermon, getting 30 mpg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashville is sweet -- lots of traffic. My Garmin is amazing -- without it, I'd be lost. Literally.  If I wasn't here by myself, I would have spent some time this evening walking around downtown, but I don't think it'd be too safe alone. I drove downtown to do a drive-by of LifeWay. Downtown is really awesome -- huge buildings and stadiums and rivers, also the state capitol building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised to find that Nashville is still in the central time zone. My hotel (in Goodlettsville) is pretty nice. My room is huge: two beds, TV, microwave, mini-fridge, couch, partially divided, free Wi-Fi... there's a sweet pool down the hall and a workout room. And because I ate a lot of chocolate covered raisins during my drive, I'll be hitting those up tomorrow afternoon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. I'm pretty worn out from driving all day. Here's a map of my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ScGVBYMB1sI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/MbejdBu3fWE/s1600-h/spring+break+09+trip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ScGVBYMB1sI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/MbejdBu3fWE/s400/spring+break+09+trip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314692886179206850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-7580977232217931078?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7580977232217931078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=7580977232217931078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7580977232217931078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7580977232217931078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/chillin-in-ville.html' title='Chillin&apos; in the &apos;ville'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/ScGVBYMB1sI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/MbejdBu3fWE/s72-c/spring+break+09+trip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5171219928249693924</id><published>2009-03-14T22:22:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:02:23.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Style Your Sole.</title><content type='html'>If you've read my "&lt;a href="http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuff-i-like.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Things I Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" post, you know I like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://tomsshoes.com/"&gt;TOMS shoes&lt;/a&gt;. I received my first pair for Christmas -- plain white. And over the past three months, my white shoes inevitably got dirty. So I spot-treated them once and they looked great. Today, it was time for another spot treating. I squirted some Oxi Clean on them, rubbed it in, dabbed them with a wet rag, and let them dry. Now... my white shoes are covered in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; spots. Bleach treatment has proved ineffective, so I am now going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;restyle my soles&lt;/span&gt;. I've sketched up some blank patterns. The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; final product&lt;/span&gt; may involve paint and new fabric (a reupholstering project of sorts). Pictures will be posted upon completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, enjoy my blank patterns. Design your own. Buy some TOMS. Style Your Sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Larger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pictures can be found &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24703734@N02/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Printable blanks here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://tinyurl.com/TOMSblanks"&gt;.docx file&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2At71meI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fFwyBNUnCDc/s1600-h/toms+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2At71meI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fFwyBNUnCDc/s200/toms+back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313251415092992482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2LBwa8yI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/gL_Ih7bkr9w/s1600-h/toms+left+top.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2LBwa8yI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/gL_Ih7bkr9w/s200/toms+left+top.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313251592212509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left Inside&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2exFJ9RI/AAAAAAAAA8g/7Rr8rR84yf8/s1600-h/toms+left+inside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2exFJ9RI/AAAAAAAAA8g/7Rr8rR84yf8/s200/toms+left+inside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313251931333457170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Outside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2SUUzEDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/w-bnthRs60M/s1600-h/toms+left+outside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2SUUzEDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/w-bnthRs60M/s200/toms+left+outside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313251717456007218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2mAZ7xfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uvdH9Zmpt54/s1600-h/toms+right+top.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2mAZ7xfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uvdH9Zmpt54/s200/toms+right+top.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313252055706224114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right Inside&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2s9rvZwI/AAAAAAAAA8w/DME57dq8QGA/s1600-h/toms+right+inside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2s9rvZwI/AAAAAAAAA8w/DME57dq8QGA/s200/toms+right+inside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313252175234688770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2yi4VFPI/AAAAAAAAA84/W6cDG-5EPOk/s1600-h/toms+right+outside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2yi4VFPI/AAAAAAAAA84/W6cDG-5EPOk/s200/toms+right+outside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313252271118947570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5171219928249693924?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5171219928249693924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5171219928249693924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5171219928249693924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5171219928249693924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/style-your-sole.html' title='Style Your Sole.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbx2At71meI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fFwyBNUnCDc/s72-c/toms+back.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1187017209308763644</id><published>2009-03-13T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:51:26.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeding into sovereign silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbsbnbSXgiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/qGTpJTY1D9A/s1600-h/red+heart+drip+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbsbnbSXgiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/qGTpJTY1D9A/s320/red+heart+drip+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312870549567275554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bleeding into sovereign silence&lt;br /&gt;the surrender of sound, of color, of vivid truth&lt;br /&gt;when I'm bleeding into sovereign silence&lt;br /&gt;silence that sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;silence that brings peace&lt;br /&gt;like a river.&lt;br /&gt;raging peace.&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to the overwhelming love&lt;br /&gt;without a sound. It is well&lt;br /&gt;with my soul. On my face&lt;br /&gt;a raw desire to press myself&lt;br /&gt;beyond the ground&lt;br /&gt;where I transcend the fade&lt;br /&gt;and bleed into the sovereign silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-1187017209308763644?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1187017209308763644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1187017209308763644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1187017209308763644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1187017209308763644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleeding-into-sovereign-silence.html' title='bleeding into sovereign silence'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbsbnbSXgiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/qGTpJTY1D9A/s72-c/red+heart+drip+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1158189314874988325</id><published>2009-03-11T09:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:54:50.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>electric cars, electric trains, robots with electric brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbfKvLiScaI/AAAAAAAAA74/uH-3apkYgo8/s1600-h/robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbfKvLiScaI/AAAAAAAAA74/uH-3apkYgo8/s320/robot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311937197406056866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;March 3, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; headline: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unemployment Worries Grip Japanese Economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things always seem a bit clearer when you're on the outside looking in, but maybe unemployment wouldn't be such an issue if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;stopped&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,508184,00.html"&gt;replacing your people with machines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my favorite things about my elementary school teachers was their compassion, their ideas, their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;humanness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I'm predicting these kids will grow up with some major authoritarian relationship issues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-1158189314874988325?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1158189314874988325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1158189314874988325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1158189314874988325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1158189314874988325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/electric-cars-electric-trains-robots.html' title='electric cars, electric trains, robots with electric brains'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbfKvLiScaI/AAAAAAAAA74/uH-3apkYgo8/s72-c/robot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8924931383353404725</id><published>2009-03-10T18:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:22:46.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>green means go. | pt. 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm laying flat on my back. The red digits on my alarm clock say 10:18. I can hardly believe I'm still awake. My eyes have adjusted to the fog of light that reaches through the curtains. My room emerges gray from a deep black. My hands are clammy and I press one gently against the wall, tracing the rough textured wallpaper, letting it absorb my heat. The lump on my floor rolls on her side. My second-best friend is sleeping over. My mom thought it would  make things easier. She hasn't talked much. Neither have I. I suppose now she's my first-best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lucie?" I whisper; my breath is still sleeping in my lungs and I can barely hear this word myself. I swallow and at the slightest movement, I exhale, "Are you awake?' I hear her breathing heavily and I sigh. My mind feels as though it is going to explode. Maybe I'm going crazy. I'm too young to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;The clock advances to 10:29 when I finally push my blanket off of me. I can't think. I just need to get out of here. My closet door groans when I pull it open to retrieve my tennis shoes and a jacket. I leave it open, nervous closing it will wake Lucie. I tiptoe around her to pull a small wooden church from my desk. There's five dollars of offering in it. The steeple slides off and I work out the bill with my fingers. It crinkles like a brown leaf when I push it into my pocket. I turn to leave. Lucie doesn't move on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbb5FxoILVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6TXDlKWzJUw/s1600-h/dark+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbb5FxoILVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6TXDlKWzJUw/s400/dark+street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311706688146386258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the hallway, I can hear my parents' TV exploding with late-night comedy and canned laughter. Their bedroom door is shut and I shuffle past. In the kitchen, the light is on above the sink. I feel like it's watching me open the back door and slide out, holding the knob to the left as I press the door closed behind me. Without a sound. Back into darkness. My eyes struggle to adjust until I round the corner of the house where the streetlight exposes a vacant street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm standing frozen at the end of the driveway. My heart is pounding and I close my eyes. The night is spinning and I'm on my knees. I have to stand myself up and keep going. It's been a week, and everyone else has returned to default, as though nothing has changed. But things have changed. And I can't be here anymore. Not now. So I walk. I don't know where I"m going, and my throat gets a lump and I begin to feel the hot tears roll down my cheeks. The streetlight splits into a rainbow of colors, and I walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8924931383353404725?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8924931383353404725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8924931383353404725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8924931383353404725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8924931383353404725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-means-go-pt-3.html' title='green means go. | pt. 4'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sbb5FxoILVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6TXDlKWzJUw/s72-c/dark+street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8517606883745367097</id><published>2009-03-10T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:04:31.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inkWELL's inkWALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inkWELL&lt;/span&gt;. Saturday mornings at Radina's. Just a bunch of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;20-somethings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and Rob)&lt;/span&gt; :) who meet up in the a.m. to workshop some writing. We have an official blog, so go &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;check out&lt;/span&gt; some of our writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inkwall.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inkWALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbaPhXgS-CI/AAAAAAAAA7g/RB-qT2NBcPk/s1600-h/n580415878_1885016_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbaPhXgS-CI/AAAAAAAAA7g/RB-qT2NBcPk/s400/n580415878_1885016_1540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311590613938010146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8517606883745367097?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8517606883745367097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8517606883745367097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8517606883745367097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8517606883745367097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/inkwells-inkwall.html' title='inkWELL&apos;s inkWALL'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbaPhXgS-CI/AAAAAAAAA7g/RB-qT2NBcPk/s72-c/n580415878_1885016_1540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4040963577388493332</id><published>2009-03-09T22:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:11:00.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>these words are not enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbXadxv35UI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/bNBWKR-pG9o/s1600-h/good+samaritan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbXadxv35UI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/bNBWKR-pG9o/s400/good+samaritan.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311391540658562370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;For bigger size, click &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/agu68c"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;an original Paint production by yours truly, alyssareeves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4040963577388493332?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4040963577388493332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4040963577388493332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4040963577388493332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4040963577388493332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-words-are-not-enough.html' title='these words are not enough'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SbXadxv35UI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/bNBWKR-pG9o/s72-c/good+samaritan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-416405965161657222</id><published>2009-03-07T10:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:44:03.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff I like.</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;a href="http://tomsshoes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TOMS shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; For every pair you buy, TOMS gives a pair to a child in need. One for one. Plus, they're so comfortable and include some really rockin' styles. (Sweet deal: for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; $5&lt;/span&gt; off your order, use promocode:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; CAMPUSKSU&lt;/span&gt;.) (Even sweeter deal: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;15%&lt;/span&gt; off your order with promocode &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMSshoes09&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.stauffers.net/products/animalcrackers/original?pro_id=20b442c0-b23a-47ab-b74b-7fe67559569f"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chocolate animal crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Tastes like Oreos, maybe even better. Very inexpensive and healthier than (or at least not as bad for you as) Oreos. Makes a great snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.cornellbigred.com/index.aspx?tab=basketball&amp;amp;path=mbball"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cornell basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Smart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Athletic. Ivy League champs two years in a row. 21 consecutive home wins. Another trip to the NCAA Tournament. And my brother plays. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Recycling&lt;/span&gt;. The UK has a really nice &lt;a href="http://www.recyclenow.com/"&gt;recycling campaign&lt;/a&gt;. Who knew you can recycle CDs? Reusing Ziploc bags, starting a compost pile, and duplex-printing your homework is easier on the earth. Many cities have recycling programs. Plus, you just feel really good doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.zinch.com/voting/Regionals2.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Zinch.com March Madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Annelise Masters&lt;/span&gt; has once again made her place in Zinch.com's scholarship tournament. It's set up March Madness bracket-style. Students move on based on number of votes. In the end, it's a head-to-head showdown for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$20,000&lt;/span&gt; scholarship. Annelise definitely deserves it, so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; go vote&lt;/span&gt; for her! (You'll need to login, but it's quick and easy.) Look for her under the North 3 region. This round of voting ends March 11. Then you can go back and vote more next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flickr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My source of inspiration when my creative writing well dries up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerber daisies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've received them twice in my life, both times in the last eight months.  My favorite flower. When my last ones died, I went to Hobby Lobby and got fake ones to replace them. (Thank you to Clarissa and Jessi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" href="http://www.radinascoffee.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radina's Coffee House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A great place to hang out or study. Even though there have been some changes and unchanged aspects I do not favor&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(new punch card policies and lack of sufficient quantity of outlets, mostly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am a loyal customer. Though, since I don't like coffee, find myself looking for excitement between hot chocolates, hot teas, cold teas, and Italian sodas. (And chai lattes would be on that list if they weren't so expensive. Or if I wasn't so tight with my money.) Oh, and they have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; live music&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday nights at 8pm. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imeem.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Because you feel guilty about pirating music, but don't want to pay 99 cents for a song you're not sure you even like. Basically it's better than Pandora because you can listen to any song you want instantly, create playlists, share playlists, and listen to music anytime you're connected to the Internet. Oh, and it's all free. And like Pandora, it will even suggest similar songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jacksonville, FL&lt;/span&gt;. I spent last summer here and loved it. It's a big, but not overwhelming, city with lots to do and, of course, beaches. Great location to view &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24703734@N02/2790134276/"&gt;incredible sunrises&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-416405965161657222?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/416405965161657222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=416405965161657222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/416405965161657222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/416405965161657222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuff-i-like.html' title='stuff I like.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-9152435824945821519</id><published>2009-03-06T19:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:58:49.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>green means go. | pt. 2</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in the driveway with a bucket of chalk and jeans streaked with it, yellow and blue to match my hands as I attempt to outline my skinny legs and naked feet. I have been abandoned by my best friend who is now racing her bike up and down the street, making regal noises, "da da-da da, da la!", and waving at the mailboxes as though she is the queen. She thinks she's hot stuff since she got a purple Schwinn for her birthday: glittered frame and a banana seat. Who wants a dumb bike anyway? We're not even allowed to leave the block. I'm trying to keep my right arm flat against the concrete long enough to outline my fingers. It's hard, and my pinky turns out too long and too fat. The summer sun is pressing the sweat out of my hands while I twist on my back to pull the chalk up the length of my arm. I relax my head back and start at my neck, the cool piece skimming my skin. I hear the car first. End of the block. Screeching tires, quick horn. Metal on metal. Crunching. Stand up quick. Chalk falls. Shatters. End of the driveway. Black car. Purple Schwinn. Blood. People running to the intersection. Police. Ambulance. I cannot leave my place in the driveway until my mother has rushed past me and returned, picking me up by the armpits and holding me tight against her chest. My heavy legs swing against her thighs. My head lays on her shoulder and she carries me inside. My best friend is dead. Red means stop. Green means go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-9152435824945821519?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/9152435824945821519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=9152435824945821519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/9152435824945821519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/9152435824945821519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-means-go-pt-2.html' title='green means go. | pt. 2'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5874818309176275551</id><published>2009-03-04T06:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:23:31.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>green means go. | pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;April 17, 1968. The kitchen light laid its square beam on the hallway carpet, exposing a mess of pebbles, cheerios, and dog hair. I was supposed to vacuum yesterday. I guess I forgot. I stand in the dark next to the doorway, my hair plastered to my forehead and cheeks from a nightmare-induced sweat. The wallpaper absorbs the heat. My mother is sitting at the dining room table sorting through the newspaper. She always skips the police reports and obituaries. "Too much problems in the world as it is. Don't need to read about it." I can smell the bacon crackling on the stove. The boiling water for the eggs sends the pot into a seizure. She gets up and turns down the heat. Her shadow floats across the wall across from me and stops halfway. I hold my breath and close my eyes, still half-believing the childish idea that if I can't see me, neither can she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sa56AM2bNLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/7xVzfe_t7nY/s1600-h/green+means+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sa56AM2bNLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/7xVzfe_t7nY/s400/green+means+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309315154584482994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5874818309176275551?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5874818309176275551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5874818309176275551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5874818309176275551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5874818309176275551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-means-go.html' title='green means go. | pt. 1'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sa56AM2bNLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/7xVzfe_t7nY/s72-c/green+means+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3514949316623197471</id><published>2009-03-03T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:21:47.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moses, man up!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Some not-quite-fully-developed thoughts on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between about 55 A.D. and 2009 A.D., there seems to have emerged this general idea about what Paul was trying to say to the Corinthians about certain limits made by God. Maybe you're familiar with 1 Corinthians 10:13. Maybe in the midst of tragedy, a friend has cited this verse for you, saying, "remember what the Bible says. God won't give us more than we can handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it? My NIV is &lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=1Cr&amp;amp;c=10&amp;amp;v=13&amp;amp;t=KJV#vrsn/13"&gt;pretty clear&lt;/a&gt; about what Paul is referring to in 1 Corinthians 10:13.  Here's how the NIV translation puts it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temptation &lt;/span&gt;has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempted &lt;/span&gt;beyond what you can bear. But when you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempted&lt;/span&gt;, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I mean, sure, I guess "God won't give you more than you can handle" would seem like a comforting idea to someone who is hurting. The problem here is that this isn't truth. "Temptation" does not equal "hardships." Besides, suggesting that God won't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; us more than we can handle is suggesting that God causes the hardships in our lives. (This is a complex idea; I would highly recommend &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Suffering-Sovereignty-God-John-Piper/dp/1581348096/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1236140997&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suffering and the Sovereignty of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading through the Old Testament...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sa4Pxmo2rMI/AAAAAAAAA64/FeNgmcAep6I/s1600-h/pixel+moses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sa4Pxmo2rMI/AAAAAAAAA64/FeNgmcAep6I/s200/pixel+moses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309198355576302786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's Moses out in the desert with all of these Israelites. And by all of them, I mean Moses says that the Lord has increased their number so that there are as many of them as there are stars in the sky (Deut. 1:10). In other words, here's Moses, one guy, trying to lead all of these complaining and disobedient people. He says, "You are too heavy a burden for me to carry alone." He suggests that some wise and respected men should be appointed to help out with the leadership. Moses is speaking to the Israelites here. Notice how they don't respond, "Moses, man up." They say, "What you propose to do is good" (Deut. 1:14). They set up this government of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine the president's task if there were no senators, representatives, governors, mayors, clerks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in the New Testament: here's Paul, who is pretty legit. He's experienced some pretty heavy things in his life. In his first letter to the Corinthians he says God will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. If we interpret that as "God won't give you more than you can handle," then Paul's second letter wouldn't be consistent with his claim. 2 Corinthians 1:8 - "We were under great pressure, &lt;b&gt;far beyond our ability to endure&lt;/b&gt;, so that we despaired even life itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God only give us what we can handle? Absolutely not. God is always giving us way more than we can handle. Paul has first-hand experience here of such great suffering. And it's not even like "oh yeah, what we went through was really difficult, but we made it." Paul says the great pressure was &lt;i&gt;far beyond&lt;/i&gt; their abilities. I can't even imagine. Then Paul continues. He is facing much more than he can handle but he recognizes "this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us." (2 Cor. 1:9-10) Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really cool how all of this comes together through Scripture. Paul tells the Galatians to carry each others' burdens. If God didn't give them more than they could handle, this wouldn't be necessary, would it? Moses' burden was too heavy and God thought it good for others to help him carry it.  Here's the thing, though. Paul says that even though the pressure he faced was so great, it "happened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead&lt;/span&gt;." Over and over again Scripture says that God's power is available to those who love him: Isaiah 40:29, 31; 1 Corinthians 15:57; Psalm 29:11; Ephesians 6:10; Exodus 15:2; 2 Samuel 22:33; Philippians 4:13; 1 Peter 4:11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet is it that we serve a God who has compassion on us, whose grace is sufficient if we would look to Him rather than at ourselves. Praise God we don't have to "man up." After all, about half of us are women.  :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3514949316623197471?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3514949316623197471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3514949316623197471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3514949316623197471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3514949316623197471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/moses-man-up.html' title='&quot;Moses, man up!&quot;'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/Sa4Pxmo2rMI/AAAAAAAAA64/FeNgmcAep6I/s72-c/pixel+moses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-65283137705243407</id><published>2009-03-02T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:55:38.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>march madness showdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright, alright! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We did it last year, and this year we are back again for round two. Last time we saw some&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intense competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; between highly motivated, highly passionate high school students from all over the country compete in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/11U5Ey"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Zinch.com March Madness showdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We're back at it again. I am pleased to support Burlington's own &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annelise Masters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Annelise is a senior at Burlington High School.  You can learn more about her on her &lt;a href="http://www.zinch.com/Forms/Friends/FriendPublicProfile.aspx?UID=215420"&gt;Zinch profile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it goes down: students compete March-Madness style for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;$20,000 scholarship. &lt;/span&gt;They advance to the next rounds based on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;number of votes&lt;/span&gt;. You can only vote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; per round &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per IP address&lt;/span&gt; (so go find other computers and vote again). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (And maybe if Annelise wins, she'll buy you a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; or something.... you'll have to take that up with her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is America, so &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/11U5Ey"&gt;GO VOTE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (for Annelise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-65283137705243407?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/65283137705243407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=65283137705243407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/65283137705243407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/65283137705243407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness-showdown.html' title='march madness showdown'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-457767864145194876</id><published>2009-03-01T18:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:21:52.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>journal | 23 february 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buttered toast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Total cornflakes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mountain Dew.&lt;/span&gt; Doublemint gum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Juicy Fruit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;outdated...everything. refrigerator pictures. ship in a bottle. really old books. Hooly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cash. Sam. "my little pixie." &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;toy box.&lt;/span&gt; klondike bars. steep stairs. dog leash. big tree. red fence. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;squirrel feeder.&lt;/span&gt; unicorn glasses. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;chocolate milk, mostly chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;iced tea, mostly sugar. peanut brittle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; grandma's pizza. &lt;/span&gt;coupons in the mail. candied yams. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;racism toward mexicans.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dollhouse&lt;/span&gt;. gray walls. newspaper. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;irises.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;early mornings.&lt;/span&gt; sweetie. britches. oleo. so proud all the grandchildren would graduate from college. ruby rings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;painted sweatshirts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;birthday money.&lt;/span&gt; magazines. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;afghans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-457767864145194876?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/457767864145194876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=457767864145194876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/457767864145194876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/457767864145194876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal-23-february-2009.html' title='journal | 23 february 2009'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4579031274231586705</id><published>2009-02-26T14:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:02:45.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funeral for Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                                                               &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;by alyssa reeves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;        We gathered in the garden where the morning glories popped their blameless faces into the early sun – blanched white, streaked with tears of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;        When the people stopped looking at their shoes and digging trenches in the grass with their toes, I picked up my guitar and began to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We’ll dress in black and hail the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and when it falls, we’ll mourn and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Time shows no mercy to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A funeral for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;        The people here are sheep, a congregation of uncomfortable nervousness. Their big eyes are watching for something they do not know. Each one’s instinct suggests that all is lost. They bleat, unaware of what exactly for. &lt;br /&gt;I cry for them. Then I hold tight to my guitar and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Here is the spot we will surround&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;as daylight fades into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Our candles light the solemn shroud.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A funeral for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;        Four years ago I stood in this very place. It was different then. I knew nothing of the dulling ache when seconds, minutes made things change. The manmade pond held its breath when it slept. I might have mistaken it for fresh plot of fertile earth. The stars were loyal companions for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;        My cell phone interrupted the scene, a single beep. The soft glow of the screen attracted a solitary moth that tapped, tapped, tapped into the firm surface. It would never learn. I swatted it away and read the text that told me of her end. After that night, I picked up the guitar and sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What’s gone is gone and we’ll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This gathering’s for those alive.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We leave it there and go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A funeral for yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;        We gathered in the garden where the flowers did not grieve. Here the people missed the past and dwelled, determined to pull a lesson from the forgotten and futile incidents of their grade school years. In vain. They all looked up when I paused the melody. I slowly sipped the water from my cup and thought on what had still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;        I cannot play guitar at all. My fingers fear the nylon string; but without it I’d feel too alone. So I just hold it here and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The dawn’s a shaky lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;that no strong will can yet defy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We’ll make amends to the infant sky. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A funeral for yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4579031274231586705?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4579031274231586705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4579031274231586705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4579031274231586705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4579031274231586705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/02/funeral-for-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1870772043279867075</id><published>2009-02-23T20:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:26:10.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I've taken nearly a month off. But &lt;a href="http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/"&gt;hardboiled integrity&lt;/a&gt; is not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SaNoZjMRDZI/AAAAAAAAA54/rQpq26xTOGI/s1600-h/runaway+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SaNoZjMRDZI/AAAAAAAAA54/rQpq26xTOGI/s400/runaway+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306199574125284754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, check out some tunes from a new favorite find, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mat Kearney&lt;/span&gt;, along with some other rockin' tunes on my &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Sggobyy/playlist/AqNBjrMG/drive_along_music_playlist/"&gt;Drive Along&lt;/a&gt; playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Get your free &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/imeem.com"&gt;imeem &lt;/a&gt;account. You'll be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;glad &lt;/span&gt;you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-1870772043279867075?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1870772043279867075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1870772043279867075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1870772043279867075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1870772043279867075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-return.html' title='The Great Return'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SaNoZjMRDZI/AAAAAAAAA54/rQpq26xTOGI/s72-c/runaway+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3735975919186813324</id><published>2009-01-29T03:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:56:47.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially-Acceptable Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;DISCLAIMER: This piece was written for a small collection of writers who meet weekly to discuss and workshop the art of prose, poetry, fiction, and  nonfiction. It is strictly satirical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Download the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://reevesportfolio.googlepages.com/Inkemotions.docx"&gt; .docx file here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;; I think the formatting adds a little something extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Written Guide to Social Conduct Concerning Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(An Excerpt of Draft #2) by A. Reeves&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one, and only one, socially-acceptable emotion, and that is happiness. Everything else is permissible, but only under controlled, careful moderation (See Figure 1). All emotions ca&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SYFBvIw9FkI/AAAAAAAAA4g/piCDyn-A9v0/s1600-h/emotion+factor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SYFBvIw9FkI/AAAAAAAAA4g/piCDyn-A9v0/s200/emotion+factor.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296586914826884674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n be classified under the following groups and should be handled accordingly: anger, grief, sadness, silliness, and happiness (default). A detailed list of sub-groups will be included at the conclusion of this report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGER   If your co-worker is a jerk , you may be angry for 72.5 hours or until you have attained a reasonable level of revenge , whichever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRIEF   The grieving period upon the loss of an immediate family member is exactly six months maximum, or up to ten months if the cause of death is any of the following: murder, suicide, accidental food poisoning, injury by an animal, or terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADNESS   A two-week time is allotted for emotions related to sadness, regardless of the cause: depression, disappointment, discouragement. Anyone expressing these emotions longer than 14 days are strongly encouraged to maintain the default (detailed below) and/or take necessary steps to achieving the default (also detailed below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILLINESS   Concerning varying degrees of silliness, whether by immaturity or romance, persons under the age of twenty years and four months are permitted 24 hours of excessive, unrestrained nonsense per 1,128 hours (47 days) of the default. Persons above the age of 20.33 years may be silly for six minutes at a time, and only on special occasions: birthdays, government-recognized holidays not associated with a religion, and upon the announcement of upcoming engagements or grandchildren. During these times, silliness may only be expressed in the presence of members of the same sex. Silliness induced by romance is permitted for a female only among her closest friends, and only during the first ten days of the causal relationship. If she violates this rule, her friends are authorized to express verbally and in writing both their jealousy and/or annoyance. All persons who wear light-up sneakers or who are unable to dress themselves are excused from all codes regarding silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS (DEFAULT)   Now, the rules for the socially-acceptable emotion of happiness must be followed precisely if one desires (and one should) to avoid possible (and almost certain) consequences including but not limited to chastisement, judgment, shunning, ridicule, flogging, and (on the occasion of multiple offenses) the appropriate loss of appendages. Happiness shall be regarded as the default emotion. When not expressing (appropriately) any other emotion, all persons shall default not to indifference, but to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is generally characterized by an optimistic attitude, a smile, and a gentle tone of voice. Laughter is often a display of happiness; however, laughter is not neglected from this code of conduct. Persons must not allow laughter to be too loud or lengthy, at which time it shall be considered silliness (see above). If a person finds a situation or conversation to be humorous, he is permitted to laugh at a volume just slightly louder than the level of the surrounding environment. Any laughter slightly or very accurately resembling a donkey – or any other farm animal for that matter – is too boisterous a display of enjoyment and should be strongly discouraged. Circumstances deemed slightly funny by the observers shall be responded to with a quiet chuckle or silent smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The default emotion of happiness is actually quite simple; after all, it should come naturally. The monotony of everyday life is a source of abundant joy and contentment. The very state of living is a blessing, not a burden. Regardless of one’s situation, even if he believes he is experiencing great suffering, one must find happiness in the simple truth that there is always someone who has it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL DISASTERS   In the event of circumstances beyond the control of ordinary citizens (namely, natural disasters), it is to be expected that persons may experience a plethora of unanticipated emotions such as grief, sadness, and anger, upon which all rules may be disregarded for a period of two days, after which all persons must return to default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAILURE TO DEFAULT   Any and all persons unable to successfully and consistently maintain a default state of happiness will be subject to any or all of the following possible strategies: individual therapy, group therapy, horticulture therapy, mood-stabilizing drugs (commonly for depression/ADHD), shock therapy, solitary confinement, or spiritual guidance counseling. Also, and most preferably, a person may choose to deny or stuff his emotions down and carefully portray a sense of the default (in such a manner that another person would not be able to distinguish this false default and a true default). All persons failing to maintain default and resorting to a suggested solution must be careful to never discuss emotions varying from default, as doing so is undoubtedly a sign of personal weakness and/or abnormality.                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3735975919186813324?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3735975919186813324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3735975919186813324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3735975919186813324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3735975919186813324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/socially-acceptable-emotion.html' title='Socially-Acceptable Emotion'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SYFBvIw9FkI/AAAAAAAAA4g/piCDyn-A9v0/s72-c/emotion+factor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3837474513067096335</id><published>2009-01-28T07:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:36:48.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Tunes</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite songs, introduced to me by Kristin. You know, one of those I sing really loud when I'm driving alone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyssareeves.googlepages.com/LFO-LifeisGood.wma"&gt;LFO - Life is Good (.wma)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SYBfQJjovpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Q6u7XovN7Hk/s1600-h/james+dean+coffee+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SYBfQJjovpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Q6u7XovN7Hk/s400/james+dean+coffee+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337892835638930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3837474513067096335?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3837474513067096335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3837474513067096335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3837474513067096335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3837474513067096335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedneday-tunes.html' title='Wednesday Tunes'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SYBfQJjovpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Q6u7XovN7Hk/s72-c/james+dean+coffee+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4400951383170212551</id><published>2009-01-23T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:34:30.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ithaca is Gorges in the Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SXqL5wXtfQI/AAAAAAAAA4I/QBsjsddfIA8/s1600-h/IMG_4726.JPG"&gt;This weekend I travelled to Ithaca, NY to see my brother and one of his basketball games at Cornell.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294698136280595714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SXqL5wXtfQI/AAAAAAAAA4I/QBsjsddfIA8/s400/IMG_4726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My bro and his "puppy" Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More pictures are on Facebook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4400951383170212551?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4400951383170212551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4400951383170212551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4400951383170212551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4400951383170212551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/ithaca-is-gorges-in-winter.html' title='Ithaca is Gorges in the Winter'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SXqL5wXtfQI/AAAAAAAAA4I/QBsjsddfIA8/s72-c/IMG_4726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5773534104477917267</id><published>2009-01-21T17:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:45:34.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Tunes and Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Song of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyssadocs.googlepages.com/GooGooDolls-Become.mp3"&gt;Become - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some under-developed thoughts from Radina's&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for the broken-hearted. My tears fall for the lonely people, hurting people, aching people. Usually when no one is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we had true compassion for other human beings? He's just like me: passionate, quiet, and broken. She's just like you: funny, ambitious, and sinful. There is no such thing as an ordinary person. There are no mere mortals (-C.S. Lewis). "Average Joe." A lie. What if we recognized the common element -- the thread that binds us all together: our utter depravity. We are all in need of a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moved by our emotions, by circumstances and stories that we can imagine, relate to, or have experienced first hand. But are we really moved? Or do we continue to sit? What about the things that happen at a distance? How can we learn to love our neighbor who has lost her daughter if we have not experienced such grief? How can we be compassionate to the man on the highway asking for money if we have not felt the pangs of poverty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we grasp the depth of our sin? The reality of the cross? The severity of the crucifixion? And the glory of the resurrection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get your hands dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5773534104477917267?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5773534104477917267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5773534104477917267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5773534104477917267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5773534104477917267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-tunes-and-thoughts.html' title='Wednesday Tunes and Thoughts'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1962187306800434472</id><published>2009-01-17T09:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:25:16.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting, Conflict, Climax, and Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(INKwell writing assignment: Create some form of literature using already published works [ie. plagarize]. Phrases must be at least three words in length.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;All pieces of this poem are snippets from Donald Miller's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setting, Conflict, Climax, and Resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born with a small bladder&lt;br /&gt;so I wet the bed till I was ten.&lt;br /&gt;My family had a Buick.&lt;br /&gt;My mother never drove drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed in Portland.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't cute or neat.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will listen to you&lt;br /&gt;unless they sense that you like them.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is watching everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good story has a climax&lt;br /&gt;like something with copious amounts of sex and blood.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a sheep about sharing my faith.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before I felt like a phony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart responds to conflict within story.&lt;br /&gt;I was bowing down to the gold cows&lt;br /&gt;of religiosity and philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make a sign that read&lt;br /&gt;"I AM THE PROBLEM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling tired for almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;The air was cold.&lt;br /&gt;It was like a bacteria or a cancer;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't put words to it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had forever to figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment came in an unexpected place:&lt;br /&gt;a grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to resolution God was offering:&lt;br /&gt;great gravity and all the pretty girls at UMASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-1962187306800434472?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1962187306800434472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1962187306800434472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1962187306800434472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1962187306800434472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/setting-conflict-climax-and-resolution.html' title='Setting, Conflict, Climax, and Resolution'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-4818847468376410712</id><published>2009-01-16T16:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:10:49.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the hanging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SXELrHpiudI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/cPenXzlANKM/s1600-h/plant+window+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SXELrHpiudI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/cPenXzlANKM/s200/plant+window+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292023872552614354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The darkness is a slow fade. Evening seeps in through the windows so subtly that I don't even notice the light's absence until my ink begins to blend into the air above it and my head subconsciously falls closer to the page. As far as I'm concerned, we'll leave the lights off. There's a calm in the room, like sleep -- that hidden gas that slows our breathing and pushes down on our eyelids. Outside, the bass of a passing truck reverberates and echoes off my heart, making it all tingly. It tickles. There is a plant that hangs above the kitchen sink. Does it feel unnatural, suspended above the ground in such a manner? Does it feel different? It can see all the other plants outside tied firmly to the earth. "Jump," I whisper. The aftermath would be a mess to clean up, but I care more deeply about its liberation. "Jump!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-4818847468376410712?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/4818847468376410712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=4818847468376410712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4818847468376410712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/4818847468376410712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/hanging.html' title='the hanging'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SXELrHpiudI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/cPenXzlANKM/s72-c/plant+window+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2639645569751473058</id><published>2009-01-14T19:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:15:01.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday tune-age</title><content type='html'>My favorite of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Check out this song: &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/evejg/music/iq00ucs-/ten_shekel_shirt_ocean/"&gt;Ocean - Ten Shekel Shirt &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SW64MbwtUjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/P_TVeQ2oCv4/s1600-h/ocean+rush+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SW64MbwtUjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/P_TVeQ2oCv4/s400/ocean+rush+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291369135956906546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(You may have to sign in or make an account, but it's FREE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-2639645569751473058?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2639645569751473058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2639645569751473058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2639645569751473058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2639645569751473058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-tune-age.html' title='wednesday tune-age'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SW64MbwtUjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/P_TVeQ2oCv4/s72-c/ocean+rush+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5692354979278602658</id><published>2009-01-13T08:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:44:08.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>make my day.</title><content type='html'>Because sometimes it's easy to focus on the fact that you paid too much for a coursepak or that you ate too spicy food with excessive amounts of water and stayed up all night throwing up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. &lt;a href="http://alyssareeves.googlepages.com/2009blessings"&gt;Make my day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5692354979278602658?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5692354979278602658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5692354979278602658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5692354979278602658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5692354979278602658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-my-day.html' title='make my day.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3408590818400458685</id><published>2009-01-12T11:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:27:54.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sovereignty of God and Ethnic-Based Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Notes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Store/Books/ByTopic/32/670_Suffering_and_the_Sovereignty_of_God/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suffering and the Sovereignty of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, John Piper, ed. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/ConferenceMessages/ByTitle/1670_The_Sovereignty_of_God_and_EthnicBased_Suffering/"&gt;The Sovereignty of God and Ethnic-Based Suffering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;" by Carl F. Ellis, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens before we fall into temptation? We decide what we desire is good for us. We reenact the Fall every time we give into temptation, rejecting the Word of God and the basis of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Old Testament, people were under a covenant of works. Adam and Even broke that covenant (and everyone to follow did too). But instead of condemning us all to hell like we deserve, God shows us grace and gave us the covenant of salvation through Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The effect of the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*human power differential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis of ethnic-based strife and suffering is human power struggles.  Before sin, there was no power struggle between Adam and God because of their unity; Adam was made in God's image. After the fall, their oneness was broken. This led to individuality and self-centeredness (Gen. 3:12) Man and woman begin to seek dominion and dominance over each other, which results in inequality. We see this as soon as God comes looking for Adam and Eve after they ate the fruit, and Adam says, "Eve ate it first." He places the blame and suggests he is above Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power struggles infected all human relationships, including all people groups throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Persecution (Gen. 3:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed of the woman is against the seed of the serpent. In other words, Savior v. Satan and God's covenant people v. enemies of God. Persecution has become a significant manifestation of human power struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mystery of Suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job: the relationship between human suffering and divine justice (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theodicy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Job's account demonstrates that the bad things that happen to us are not necessarily related to our sin, anymore than the good things that happen to us are related to our righteousness, of which we have none (Isa. 64:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In suffering, we don't see the whole picture, but the mystery to us is not a mystery to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Basis of Suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of suffering is sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by sin can be divided into two groups:&lt;br /&gt;I. Apparently random effects of sin&lt;br /&gt;     A. Storms&lt;br /&gt;     B. Floods&lt;br /&gt;     C. Earthquakes&lt;br /&gt;     D. Tsunamis, etc.&lt;br /&gt;II. Direct results from sin&lt;br /&gt;     A. Ungodliness (we sin, we suffer)&lt;br /&gt;           1. Carelessness&lt;br /&gt;           2. Laziness&lt;br /&gt;           3. Irresponsibility&lt;br /&gt;     B. Oppression (we sin, others suffer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppression = sin + power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the foundations of oppression is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creature-ism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: judging the Creator by the standard of the creation.&lt;br /&gt;Other sub-categories include:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me-ism&lt;/span&gt; : judging others by the standard of myself&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cultural imperialism&lt;/span&gt; : judging other cultures by the standard of my culture&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexism&lt;/span&gt; : judging the other gender by the standard of my gender&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;racism&lt;/span&gt; : judging the other races by the standard of my race&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethno-centrism&lt;/span&gt; : judging other people groups by the standard of my people group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manifestations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Israel. God told them, "I chose you. So, become Jews."&lt;br /&gt;Israel heard, "God chose us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we are Jews."&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a Jew was supposed to be a response to God's saving grace. They assumed they would always habe the status of the dominant culture in God's kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts 13:14-48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paul speaks, the Jews listen and invite him to speak more. Then, the Jews become filled with jealous and began speaking abusively against what Paul was saying (v. 44).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts 21-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jews were willing to listen to Paul's testimony about Jesus, but when Paul brought up the Gentiles, the Jews got upset (22:21-24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic-based suffering comes out of these power struggles, out of dominant/sub-dominant dynmics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dimensions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the results of oppression is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marginalization&lt;/span&gt;, which happesn when that which is valid is regarded as invalid merely because it differs fromthe prevailing standards of creature-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Dimensions of Marginalization&lt;br /&gt;1) Relational (face-to-face)&lt;br /&gt;2) Systematic (by way of time-honored conventions and protocols)&lt;br /&gt;3) by Design (intentional; results from subjugation)&lt;br /&gt;4) by Default (resulting from a lack of either real or perceived power)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levels of Racism&lt;br /&gt;I. Institutionalized&lt;br /&gt;     A. initial historical insult&lt;br /&gt;     B. structural barriers&lt;br /&gt;     C. inaction in the face of need&lt;br /&gt;     D. societal norms&lt;br /&gt;     E. biological determinism&lt;br /&gt;     F. unearned privilege&lt;br /&gt;II. Personally meditated&lt;br /&gt;     A. intentional&lt;br /&gt;     B. unintentional&lt;br /&gt;     C. acts of commission&lt;br /&gt;     D. acts of omission&lt;br /&gt;     E. maintains structural barriers&lt;br /&gt;     F. condoned by social norms&lt;br /&gt;III. Internalized racism (most devastating - "lower" groups begin to believe they are inferior)&lt;br /&gt;     A. reflects systems of privilege&lt;br /&gt;     B. reflects social values&lt;br /&gt;     C. erodes individual sense of value&lt;br /&gt;     D. undermines collective action&lt;br /&gt;(group members begin to despise each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internalized Oppression&lt;br /&gt;1) Moses stands up for the Hebrew being beaten and kills an Egyptian. He knows he is Hebrew, though he grew up in the Pharoah's house (an Egyptian). When Moses stops fighting between fellow Hebrews in Ex. 2:14, they show no respect for Moses. They say, "Who put you in charge? Are you going to kill us like you killed that Egyptian?"&lt;br /&gt;After 400 years of slavery, the Hebrews believed they were inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Children of Israel complained against God because God identified with them. In their minds, a God identifying with Hebrews must be inferior (Ex. 3:18, 32:1-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's Awareness of Suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 53:3 - Jesus was familiar with suffering&lt;br /&gt;John 11:33 - Jesus knew he would resurrect Lazarus, but he identified with the family's grief and wept with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should we respond to suffering? We are called to restrain sin and destroy the consequences of sin in this world as much as possible. We should seek to minimize the dominant/sub-dominant dynamics in human relationships in general and within the body of Christ in particular (James 2:1-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should distinguish the body of Christ is gratitude for God for his saving grace, by:&lt;br /&gt;     1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith &lt;/span&gt;- our response of trusting Christ and his saving grace&lt;br /&gt;     2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Works&lt;/span&gt; - the resulting demonstration of our faith and thanksgiving to Christ for his saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Window of Practical Spirituality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salvific&lt;/span&gt; - an ongoing, strong desire to grow in our knowledge and experience of God's salvation&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doxological&lt;/span&gt; - an ongoing, strong desire to show the excellence of God's glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do faith well, but not works. This is because we have lost the doxological motivation in spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The People of God and Suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the fall, God has worked through his people as a sub-dominant group (Jhn. 18:36). We are to be aliens and strangers in this world, because we realize it is not our home. Heaven is, and here we are just passing through. (Hebrews 11:13, 16; 1 Peter 1:17, 2:11; Isaiah 58:6-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purpose of Ethnicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All people groups have a unique contribution to make to the glory of God. (Haggai 2:7; Revelation 7:9-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3408590818400458685?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3408590818400458685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3408590818400458685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3408590818400458685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3408590818400458685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/sovereignty-of-god-and-ethnic-based.html' title='The Sovereignty of God and Ethnic-Based Suffering'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2743491362964462437</id><published>2009-01-10T12:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:33:25.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Testament Tabloids</title><content type='html'>You can't help but eye the big black and white headlines on the tabloids as you're standing in line to checkout at the supermarket. Some of the headlines are simply ridiculous&lt;a href="http://www.citynewsstand.com/TopTen.htm"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWj31B6ozZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/CNxlHCsVevY/s1600-h/tabloids+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWj31B6ozZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/CNxlHCsVevY/s320/tabloids+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289750252766154130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASTRONOMER DISCOVERS PLANET MADE ENTIRELY OF NOODLES!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOZE CAN MELT AWAY POUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIEN MUMMY GOES ON RAMPAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Most of our parents taught us at a young age that the tabloids are grossly exaggerated or simply bogus. What about the regular news? Some headlines from &lt;a href="http://wtfcnn.blogspot.com/"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minced onions force emergency landing&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew Peterson is scaring me, neighbor says&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen King, bikinis help heat Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print media has been around for awhile. The earliest recorded "newspaper" is from about 59 B.C.  Julius Caesar had upcoming events posted in major cities to keep the public informed about important political and social issues. "Tabloids" didn't really make their appearance until the late 19th century. This is probably a good thing; when you read the accounts from the Old Testament, these events certainly do not fall short of tabloid-worthy status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading through the Old Testament, and Genesis 19 really stuck out to me. The chapter is about the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Lot is in Sodom when two angels appear to him and he asks them to stay at his house. The men of Sodom show up at his door and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can have sex with them." (Genesis 19:5)&lt;/blockquote&gt; Instead of just refusing to allow the sin of these men, Lot makes them an offer. &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No, my friends. Don't do this wicked thing. &lt;span id="en-NIV-466" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do what you like with them. But don't do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof."  (Genesis 19:7-8)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Really, Lot? This is a horrendous, unjustifiable offer. The men try to break into his house and they are struck blind so they cannot find the door. The two angels tell him to get his family out of the city because it will be destroyed for its wickedness. So Lot goes out of the city with his wife and daughters. The Lord tells them not to look back. (His wife does, probably because she is grieved to be leaving her possessions, and she is turned into a pillar of salt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Lot and his daughters retreat to a cave in the mountains. The daughters start to worry because there are no men around to have children with. So they say, "Hey, let's get Dad drunk and have sex with him." Well, not in those exact words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day the older daughter said to the younger, "Our father is old, and there is no man around here to lie with us, as is the custom all over the earth.&lt;span id="en-NIV-490" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let's get our father to drink wine and then lie with him and preserve our family line through our father." (Genesis 19:31-32)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lot and his family lost everything in the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah -- yet they had wine with them in the mountains. This shows the priorities of a compromising heart; they either brought it with them or obtained it shortly after leaving the city. The sin of Lot's daughters was desperate. Perhaps they thought the entire earth had been destroyed and it was up to them to repopulate it. In any case, under these trying circumstances, they chose to do everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; to trust God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Sodom and Gomorrah didn't take God seriously. The seriousness of sin is no less today than it was during Lot's time. The thing is, God is just and he will always punish sin (maybe not today or tomorrow, but he as he is holy and righteous, he cannot overlook it). However, God is also loving. We are just as sinful as the people of Sodom and Gomorrah, but God provided Christ to satisfy his wrath toward our sin. Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; should be making headlines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-2743491362964462437?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2743491362964462437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2743491362964462437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2743491362964462437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2743491362964462437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-testament-tabloids.html' title='Old Testament Tabloids'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWj31B6ozZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/CNxlHCsVevY/s72-c/tabloids+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8288184663900467755</id><published>2009-01-08T18:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:11:35.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Jesus Christ.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes singing worship songs doesn't always feel like worshiping. Honestly, my heart isn't always in it; I'm tired or distracted and I'm just going through the motions. But the moments God graciously blocks out the world so I can meet with Him, ah, Glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sophomore year of high school. I had started going to the youth group at the Baptist Church because Erica's boyfriend (now husband), JR convinced us to go. I was involved in BASIC (Brothers and Sisters in Christ) at the high school, but I still knew so little about my God. In the spring I found myself at an Acquire the Fire Event in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The day was long and I was tired, but the lights dimmed and the band began. And everything that I had been hearing and learning came together and the worship was real. The words made sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here I am to worship, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here I am to say that you're my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That. That's why I was there. That's why I was singing, to tell God, "God, you're mine. I'm yours. I could make gods of the things of this world, but I am here today to declare that you are my God." I am a follower of Christ, and it's not about showing up to church on Sundays or saying the right things. It's about my relationship with the Lord of the universe, who loves me dearly, and I (if I am by any means capable of such) love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll join John Piper and James Morgan in starting 2009 saying, "I love Jesus Christ." Check out Piper's &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/TasteAndSee/ByDate/2008/3476_I_Love_Jesus_Christ/"&gt;Taste &amp;amp; See article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;em&gt;admire&lt;/em&gt; Jesus Christ more than any      other human or angelic being.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt; his ways and his words more      than I enjoy the ways and words of anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;em&gt;want his approval&lt;/em&gt; more than I want      the approval of anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;em&gt;want to be with him&lt;/em&gt; more than I      want to be with anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;em&gt;feel more grateful&lt;/em&gt; to him for what      he has done for me than I do to anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt; his words more fully than I      trust what anyone else says.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I      am &lt;em&gt;more glad in his exaltation &lt;/em&gt;than      in the exaltation of anyone else, including me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8288184663900467755?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8288184663900467755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8288184663900467755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8288184663900467755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8288184663900467755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-jesus-christ.html' title='I love Jesus Christ.'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-7930978032871757233</id><published>2009-01-06T16:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:31:26.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>falls short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWPaw-fxTNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wx_UhQ52xIo/s1600-h/19890224.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWPaw-fxTNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wx_UhQ52xIo/s400/19890224.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288310922407922898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An analogy for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin's throws : hitting target :: Alyssa's thoughts : resulting brilliant words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Coming soon. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-7930978032871757233?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7930978032871757233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=7930978032871757233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7930978032871757233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7930978032871757233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/falls-short.html' title='falls short'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWPaw-fxTNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wx_UhQ52xIo/s72-c/19890224.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2297230491019594181</id><published>2009-01-04T18:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:44:27.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tome el corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the presence of love, there is great courage.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWFX0uYgQnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GwY9A6tB5VQ/s1600-h/woman+in+yellow+dress+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWFX0uYgQnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GwY9A6tB5VQ/s400/woman+in+yellow+dress+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287604000825295474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-2297230491019594181?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2297230491019594181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2297230491019594181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2297230491019594181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2297230491019594181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/tome-el-corazn.html' title='tome el corazón'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SWFX0uYgQnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GwY9A6tB5VQ/s72-c/woman+in+yellow+dress+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-6222023449140105863</id><published>2009-01-01T18:35:00.086-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:42:07.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make My Day - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="container"&gt;&lt;div class="wrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="header"&gt;&lt;div class="wrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="g_description"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;three things (or more), every day, that I thank God for. They made my day. (Psalm 100:4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="main-content"&gt;&lt;div class="wrapper"&gt;&lt;div class="content-item"&gt;&lt;div id="g_body"&gt;December 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pretty awesome/significant year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trusting God with my future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica and Teresa. Always real nice to me at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;love, love, love my job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a lot done at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a writer actually asking me questions; appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;coming across Flash Fiction 365&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my windshield repaired for $25 (instead of $50)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;productive at work -- inserting/tagging devos in 25 secs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;setting up dentist and eye appts. -- really nice people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;installing my programmable thermostat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diverting small crises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making it back to Nashville safely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being cared about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; getting a bunch of movies from Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marley being all sweet and purry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almond bark-covered pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sledding with JR, Erica, Geoff, Hilary, and Hil's little bro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing all the relatives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing The Office board game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God in a manger (what could be stranger?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; seeing Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time home w/ family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;relaxing and quality homemade meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending time with Lindsey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making bierocks for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Paige (even if it was at 12:30 am) ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making it home safely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;editing in the sunshine in Jeff's office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to Kairos with Paige&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;intimate time with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being really productive at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the privilege of knowing Cliff for a few months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good music and worship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaning the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lots of rest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing reading through the Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new lotion: sandalwood + cinnamon (my favorite scent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;gift from Trudy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;free TV from the Lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking (informally) with Courtney and Paige&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;interviewing Paige Armstrong &amp;amp; starting the article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being reminded of purpose and passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea coming back to LifeWay to help with kindergarten stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katy giving me an orange&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prepping for Paige Armstrong interview; should be great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LifeWay Christmas musical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making progress on the elephant I'm eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; getting my dishes done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting the newest Michael Gungor Band album, Beautiful Things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding the stash of holiday Kisses in the breakroom - yummy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the temperature being 63 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going for a run (53 degrees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to a Mark Driscoll sermon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grilling hamburgers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting the morning w/ a workout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mail from Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grilled chicken and diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;department Christmas party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunshine and deep blue skies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting my deadlines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading through Hebrews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;opportunities to prove myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling really focused all day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text message from Shoff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hitting green lights on my drive home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;team time at Jeff and Abbey's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having high enough iron/donating blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching &lt;i&gt;The Holiday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being office neighbors with Katy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mail from Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Andrea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;resting/napping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Titus, Philemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my oil changed, laundry done, shopping done, and house cleaned by 10am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bill and Reed bringing me a Christmas tree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting work on undated products (It's fun!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nice people at the Regions Grassmere branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my sister handling the gifts for parents this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea's surprise visit to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listenUp segment on the radio (listenuptoday.org)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://www.theblazingcenter.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;free Redbox movie and ultra comfy bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing Thessalonians&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clarissa's reminder of Christ's great love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing (for now) pulling archived activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meetings. I just like my team a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm showers and warm clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being back at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea coming over to see my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a warm house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making it back to Nashville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to First Baptist Church of Biloxi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beach with Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing &lt;i&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding Christmas gifts on sale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;touring Biloxi/Ocean Springs/Gulfport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a safe, relatively quick drive to Biloxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing the ocean!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time with Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving lunch with the Lands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my neighbor stopping by to make sure I had Thanksgiving plans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Stac on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting home early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot chocolate with Cheryl and Jessica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2-hr. nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trudy's mechanic tightening my wheel for free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea calling me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing from Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking Erica to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch at P.F. Chang's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; hilarious cashier at Old Time Pottery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch at Applebee's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting inexpensive rugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Mat Kearney at the airport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to Gaylord Opryland hotel with Erica to see Christmas decorations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making cookies and watching Law &amp;amp; Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim letting me borrow his space heater :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My coworkers. They're great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finishing 1 Corinthians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting recognized at dept. mtg. for being a new employee ;) (3 months late but I still appreciate it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer Brady asking me about my life. It was just really nice of her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the 7 a.m. water brigade. Every morning. 7 a.m. I enjoy the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kroger sending me four $5 off $30 coupons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to my sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to Piper sermons while assembling my table &amp;amp; chairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Wednesday from Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;York peppermint pattie from Katy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading Romans. (gospel, gospel, gospel, not even a Gospel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dining room table and chairs ready for pick up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 16, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting the OK from Clarissa to come visit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saving Grace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to learn CS4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark hanging all the blinds and hardware in my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to show Mom and Mark the city&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hearing from Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Cornell beat Alabama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing my brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;incredible weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;weekend forecast of warm weather: 70s&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to go home at 10:30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mom and Mark bringing my stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to move into my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;interviewing Mission 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting the Rubyz article written&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my coworkers &amp;amp; hilarious hallway conversations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the opportunity to meet a need and the ability to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;veterans who fought for our freedoms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting coupons for four 1/2 days off to use between now and Feb. 11 :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep &amp;amp; electric blankets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 10, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; interviewing Cammie and Alexis, of The Rubyz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughing at our table during Rebecca's baby shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting nine sets of blinds for my house for less than $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WNAZ playing a bunch of great songs on my drive in to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn giving me much-needed advice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea calling me on her way to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love from Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;80-degree day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading John Piper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a nearby school with a track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katy, her husband, and her friends; and their big hearts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my neighbor Margaret - this woman is looking out for me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a homeowner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my Redeemer loving a wretch like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staci Miller's blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mailing a joke to Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;today being Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting &lt;a href="http://alyssainnashville.blogspot.com/2009/11/bargain-shopper.html"&gt;great deal&lt;/a&gt; on groceries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;101 meeting at work - fun working with people I don't usually work with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;free lunch! BBQ chicken quesadilla, sweet potato fries, and diet Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my dryer vent and deadbolt installed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coupons, coupons, coupons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading through the Book of Acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;phone call from Andrea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wearing my comfy $5 clearance Target shirt after work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two people at the grocery store letting me get in front of them since I only had 1 item&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;winning a sweet door prize at the LifeWay Crafts Fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Jenn and hearing her engagement story :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving in with the sunrise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mexican food for lunch with Rebecca and the graphic designers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a bright, sun-shiney day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my awesome realtor telling the seller what's up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my team seeing my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;an "extra" hour in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; grocery game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing reading the Gospels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my yard mowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding out Jenn is engaged!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perry the electrician helping me out so much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting all the leaves raked up at my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hearing from Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm weather! high of 76&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn Waller - her life, her friendship. Today's her birthday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a nice &lt;a href="http://thefykes.blogspot.com/2009/10/filling-in-blanks.html"&gt;mention&lt;/a&gt; on my agent's blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scott Allen &amp;amp; Pastor Tom - Tom letting me use his truck and Scott driving it and helping me move a stove&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being able to do what I love (edit and share Jesus) every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people who do their jobs well, which makes my life easier (namely, HR people and bankers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a homeowner!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting some of my neighbors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;housewarming gift from Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hearing from Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting in Jeff's comfy office chair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting car insurance squared away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;early AM phone call from Andrea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Kate this morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheryl inviting me to a show at the Schermerhorn Symphony Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crossing a lot off my to-do list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the opportunity to give directions to a traveler who missed I-24/having a map of Nashville to give to him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking in the not-too-cool yet crisp autumn evening air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people who met needs today: my church, Andrea, Staci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;resetting perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Gospels - finished reading through Luke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going for a walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;encouragement from Andrea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LifeWay family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a *free* refrigerator!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working with awesome people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diet Coke and a banana nut muffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;free snacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch w/ Jeff and Trudy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinking of Ann, Clarissa, Jenn, and Kristin today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staci's blog - she's so great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my Mom taking care of so many things for me back in Kansas -- so wonderful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting banking stuff worked out and scheduled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nice weather (sunny, 60s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch with Andrea (and Rebecca, Jessica, Cheryl, Jeff, Bill, and Jackie) at Copper Kettle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing a lot today: church, cleaning, washing the car, reading, going to the store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching a movie (The Proposal) with the roomies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;relaxing day including reading (GodStories) and watching football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting the day early with a quiet time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;battling and conquering the replacement of the tub spout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mail from Reiko&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiet and productive day at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;message from Lindsey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fall/winter weather and hot oatmeal chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean house and The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="g_body"&gt;October 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chapel service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading the Gospels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phone call from Geoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp; October 13, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;coupons and free samples in the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting 10 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;changing leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp; October 12, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being done moving into my office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having time to sit and read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoyable weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;October 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kate and Rachel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;walking around downtown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;helping Andrea with school stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new Dial soap&amp;nbsp; - smelling good and being clean just makes me feel nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Mark Hall and listening to new Casting Crowns songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to go home early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mail from Lindsey + sunflower seeds from Kansas :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;discovering Owl City music, so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner with the writers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Las Paletas trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching the Office with my roomies :-] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting our preteen writers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chick-Fil-A sending me a coupon for a free sandwich for participating in their free-sandwich day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;young adults meeting at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing a huge moon in the east &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing a little writing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chai tea in the AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being in love with my Redeemer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mail from Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;minestrone with Jessica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nala being all snuggly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lots of free books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting Jeanna (pron. Gina) at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a quiet, stay-in-bed rainy day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watercolor painting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting the vacuum clean and in working order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner with Andrea and Matt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teaching Andrea how to do cool things in Word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making it under budget at the grocery store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;winning 4 KC Ren Fest tickets through the Lawrence Journal-World, haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting in on the New Testament today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing a budget for the next six months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tonight: hour-long Office episode: Jim and Pam's wedding! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a letter from Clarissa! yaaaay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;great chapel service; hymn (new to me): Power of the Cross (O to See the Dawn)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to spend big chunks of my workday in the Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parties at work (Starr, Trudy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Erica (it seems we always end up talking about taxes, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished reading through the Old Testament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;donating blood/snacks and drink afterward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cool weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing the kitten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting newspapers in the mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good news: my house has no termites &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday School outside -- &lt;b&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt; weather!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worship song: "Sing to the King"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending time with Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;early AM thunderstorms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chai tea from concentrate (the best kind) + Mat Kearney music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decoupaging a journal and getting some editing done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a front page article printed on today's Coffey County Republican&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling peace in the presence of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my GMail migration completing for work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;awesome roommates :0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a good day at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing the Carnton Plantation in Franklin, TN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a really nice woman at Kroger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a call from Kristin!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dad and Karen visiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;free steak dinner (thanks Dad) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Google Apps training. Amy Thompson is hilarious!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch with the team for Jackie's birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the view from the 8th floor at 6:05am: a downtown glittered with lights against a dark backdrop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocking out to Lecrae on my drive in to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love so amazing, so divine demands my soul, my life, my all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good day at work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Baptist Nashville. I love my church!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cliff (at church) telling a story about a worship leader who heard a man sing very well. The worship leader said, "If I had a voice like yours, people would have to hit me in the head to keep me from singing all the time!"&amp;nbsp; Then Cliff said, "Alyssa (&lt;i&gt;he pronounces it Alisa, I let it go&lt;/i&gt;), if I had a smile like yours, people would have to knock me in the head to keep me from smiling all the time!" Cliff is in his 70s. I love sweet old men.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writing up an article on Jason Waller music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my roommates are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;recycling day and crossing a lot off my to-do list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating ice cream cake w/ Rachel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Reed. He's a sweetie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;extremely productive day: much off the to-do list, bought a range, picked homeowner's insurance, signed a bunch of papers, sent 5 sets of PDFs to banker over lunch, met Tiffany at the house to speak with inspector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music. music. music. I live in Music City! I spend about an hour in my car every day and love listening to great music while I drive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading the Book of Nahum at 2:30am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;acting out "Office" scenarios at the department meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating lunch with Sarah (and talking about boys...tee hee)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phone date with Jenn :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Season 6 premiere of &lt;i&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ann calling me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting season 5 of &lt;i&gt;The Office &lt;/i&gt;in the mail from my mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rehearsing skits at work, laughing so much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;putting a stapler in jello &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;interviewing John Cooper of the band Skillet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to write scripts based on &lt;i&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt; for a department meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;staying in touch with Kennan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking with Rachel &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;keeping busy at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really nice guy from Liberty Mutual explaining homeowner's insurance to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing &lt;i&gt;The Atonement Child&lt;/i&gt; by Francine Rivers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing a decent job at teaching 5th grade Sunday School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new record&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kate and Rachel. I like living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;achieving a goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being prepared to teach tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 a.m. quiet time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving into the city in the mornings; I just love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting an offer the seller and I (the buyer) both agree on. Signing the papers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tall skinny chai latte - Tiffany's treat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teresa -- she's so sweet to me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working at LifeWay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the One who bestows in us the love that stained a cross &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting closer to buying a house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Kate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting Steven Curtis Chapman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting Kate her cash back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Rachel try to make eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;productive day at work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking trails with Kate and Rachel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;free Chick-Fil-A sandwich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a three-day weekend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting someone new at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;living in Tennessee. love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Andrea :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Andrea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching &lt;i&gt;Garden State&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing a book&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing a big, beautiful pink-colored moon on the way to work this morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting off work an hour early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having fun making a Word document "look pretty" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making an offer on a house!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writing a letter to Clarissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing a kitten :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiffany showing me a house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cool weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mail from Kennan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting Dr. Rainer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting people at orientation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiffany maybe finding me a great house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving into the city with the sunrise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mail from Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my hope in Christ and feeling excited about life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;new place: the rooster across the street; watching Kate watch movies/TV shows--her reactions are hilarious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Grandma and Grandpa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worship and fellowship at First Baptist Nashville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;moving in with Kate and Rachel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking a 3-hr. nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner w/ Jessica's mom and uncle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting all packed up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;learning how to do more stuff with InCopy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting Clarissa's mailing address&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quality music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting off the workday with LifeWay Chapel service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 free mp3 downloads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Father's deep love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mail from Clarissa!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a great realtor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working at LifeWay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking at houses with Tiffany&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tea party for Grandma Trudy :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ann calling to talk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday school cookout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking with my parents about houses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching America's Funniest Home Videos clips on YouTube &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;texting w/ Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to Mark Driscoll sermon: Vintage Jesus, pt. 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving by some potential homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;$1 for a 4 pack of diet Mt. Dew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving work: basically learning the Bible while editing (two of my fav. things)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the opportunity to serve others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting organized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thunderstorms during the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my boss asking me to interview Skillet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting with my realtor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to bed early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading Ezekiel -- loving it; what a stark picture of the need for Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my TN license plate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being pre-approved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Mrs. Littleton in the hallway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my TN driver's license&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Clarissa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;new people at Bible study/Sunday school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time to be creative: making a greeting card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's everlasting love. I'll stop trying to figure out why and just worship in this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making cinnamon rolls for breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting down and reading &lt;i&gt;Desiring God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chattin' with Matthew&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having more fun at the department meeting than expected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting with a banker to talk about pre-approval for a mortgage loan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Rob's "I ain't gone fishin' no mo'" video on Facebook &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jerry giving me a $2 voucher to the cafe. I bought some SunChips and M&amp;amp;Ms to go with the sandwich I brought for lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abe &amp;amp; Jessica getting me a card and box of ice cream drumsticks to cheer me up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a little extra money in my account I didn't know was coming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LifeWay chapel with Jimmy Draper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;praising God because I can afford to get my car fixed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a can of diet Mt. Dew in the backseat of my car. I stopped buying it to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Clarissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;note from Pastor Tom in the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiet time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a beautiful morning, sunrise in my rearview mirror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting invited to get water with the 7am group&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making progress on TN residency &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoff, Amanda, and their friend Cambria came to visit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Jessica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simba and Nala being real purry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Lacie for 45 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting some great deals at NY&amp;amp;Co.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading Jeremiah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;great song: Addison Road - "What Do I Know of Holy?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a job offer.. and taking it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Jessica and reading &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;coming up with an inexpensive, easy lunch option&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a safe drive back to Nashville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;note from Clarissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the lake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;hanging out with Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Anne and Andrew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radina's: chai lattes, reading, free sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phone call from Landry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making plans: haircut, staying with Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing a lot of reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making Snickerdoodles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rescuing a gigantic turtle from Mom's yard to the pond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mailing some coupons I don't need to people who do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing with Marley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;breakfast with Lindsey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;biking the Katy Trail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking about house details w/ Erica &amp;amp; Mom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;accident-free drive from Nashville to KC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ethan fixing my brake light&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time with Ann, Meredith, and Monica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;signing contracts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having enough iron to donate blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to go back to Kansas for a bit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica and Abe letting me stay another month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting offered a contract position for August &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my drug test, grammar test, and HR interview all scheduled for tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rainy day, great for cleaning/packing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having sweet friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;job interview going pretty well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to/texting/messaging friends: Ann, Clarissa, Kaylene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a much-needed nap on a cloudy evening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making it to church this morning (almost slept in too late!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to see Clarissa :0]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiet day to relax and do interview prep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing the notebook project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time to think and realize I want nothing but Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Clarissa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the awesome opportunity to work with Andrea all summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking downtown with Andrea, Jessica, Rebecca, Trudy, and Cheryl this afternoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing the Lord is God and He is sovereign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Rob and his two friends after work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;job interviews scheduled for Monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch at Baja Burrito with coworkers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hearing from Rob who is en-route to Nashville!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice cream + the Office with Abe and Jessica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brooke Fraser music to/from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;breakfast party in honor of the interns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting an e-mail from Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;opening my windows to smell the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being really productive at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking with Jessica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding out that job interviews are next week &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Jessica and Abe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayerfully working on the notebook project &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having beautiful friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a very productive morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a cool day, literally -- felt like fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting a project for a friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a clean room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding out Olympus makes replacement battery attachments for my voice recorder, just $7 + I found a coupon for 10% off and free shipping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;day off to read and relax &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking with Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to lunch with the team at the Puffy Muffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner at Jennifer's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting an e-mail from Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling like I'm really catching on to how things run at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;evening thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a fun day at work, especially the design meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a good laugh at a Sunday school activity suggestion (&lt;i&gt;Take this coloring book into the corner.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nice, sunny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lord providing possible place to live, new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being pretty productive at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing a hilarious David Crowder Band video about Twitter  (&lt;a href="http://twurl.nl/4xqc88" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://twurl.nl/4xqc88&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting baptized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teaching my dad about Twitter, haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chillin' with Simba and reading &lt;i&gt;Redeeming Love&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a place to possibly live Sept. - Nov.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rainy day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ Jesus, my treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a $10 gift card from my State Farm insurance agent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being reminded of the gospel through Lecrae lyrics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;catching up on some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a (mostly) fun day at the office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nashville Sounds game with Micah and Jennifer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jars of Clay concert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting Ed Stetzer and Thom Rainer. -- Dr. Rainer said, "Hey, aren't you a triplet?" Glad the big guys know me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding out the time-line on a full-time position: looking at September 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saving more than $5 at Kroger with my shopper's card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting an encouraging e-mail from my boss telling me I am doing a good job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling a little less stressed about housing/jobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing that the future isn't totally dependent on my abilities -- I serve a sovereign God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting mail from Clarissa!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being back at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gheghis Grill with Abe and Jessica -- my stir fry was so good and I got points for a free bowl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quick service at MCI; time in Proverbs on the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;arriving back in Nashville &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrating my grandma's 75th birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Keira and Jamie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Marley for the first time in more than a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Erica about the steps in buying your first house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting some free stuff that Erica and JR had two of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch with Jenn and Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Erica's new place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time in the car to get some reading done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn's delicious blueberry pancakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking around Loose Park and seeing the ducks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making dinner with Jenn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending the day with Jenn :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;intentional conversation at Pizza Bella (and free pizza)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being loved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going out to lunch with Andrea, Jeff, Trudy, Jessica, Bill, and Jackie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Kristin on the phone and setting up a lunch date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Kennan after work before she goes back home for good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being welcomed at First Baptist Nashville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the Nashville Sounds baseball game with four other girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to Shai Linne and Lecrae with Kennan on our drive home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Nashville with Kennan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nice workers at the TN State History Museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writing postcards to send to friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;interviewing Leeland Mooring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writing Brandon Heath article&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being one work day away from flying to KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;interviewing Brandon Heath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a lot done at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buying 12 fudgsicles for only $1.88 (fat free, too!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Ann on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mail from Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking with Pastor Tom and hanging out at the church for a few hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing the VBS kids do their Boomerang Express songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting a lot of new people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting Nashville Sounds baseball tickets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving by a house and liking it; now for a crash course in what's next&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting an e-mail from a couple people from First Baptist saying they want to go to coffee or lunch w/ me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a really good PB&amp;amp;J for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;serving a happy God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;falling asleep early to the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;first time at First Baptist Nashville - everyone was so nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going out to lunch with a couple of women&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Father's Day! having a great dad &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a welcome package from FBN; including an issue of Christian Single (really cool and it's created by LifeWay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kayaking with 4 friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting ice cream afterward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having fun looking at houses for sale &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This morning I got behind a car from Michigan on the interstate. There were some little kids in the back. Traffic was slowing to a crawl and I was focusing on not rear-ending them. Suddenly, this little Ernie (from Sesame Street) head pops out the window and is looking back at me. I laugh. This little boy pops his head up and shakes the Ernie. Then he waves at me. I wave back and take my exit. What a fun way to start my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The executive pastor from First Baptist of Nashville calling me and being willing to meet up with me on Sunday and get me to the single adults Bible study group. Also, I think we'll talk about me becoming a Baptist. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading Piper's Desiring God. Finding happiness in God -- not &lt;i&gt;from&lt;/i&gt; God, but &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abe telling me they might reduce my rent because I'm so low-maintenance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lemon poppyseed muffins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking a 2-hr. nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;message from Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting good news about my future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding out I get to interview Brandon Heath!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;treasuring Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to "Don't Waste Your Life" on the way to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nala and Simba being cuddly while we watched The Office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading through the Psalms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mail update from Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my application to Thomas Nelson making it through HR - now on to the dept. hiring manager&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading Scripture for work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to dinner with Jessica -- to this place called Genghis Grill where you pick your own stuff for stir fry; reminded me of Willy Wok at K-State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the old man at Long Hollow: "Well there's a pretty one if I've ever seen one. Hi, my name is Sam."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;singing "In Christ Alone" at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;planning a LifeWay intern canoe trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn calling&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding some full-time editorial positions and applying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading John Piper at Utopia Coffeehouse in Spring Hill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making minestrone soup and cheddar garlic biscuits for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;desiringGod&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time in Centennial Park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting the heads of LifeWay's publishing division (in a way, making connections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting airplane tickets to fly home at the end of the month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having fun chatting with Jessica &amp;amp; Abe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting John Waller at LifeWay chapel service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going out to lunch at SATCO with the 20s in the department&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;finding out I get to interview Leeland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet Hannah texting me this morning the same phrase that has been stuck in my head: "Jesus loves you."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being on my own at work and getting a lot done!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's mercy, and being able to love people in view of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting a John Piper book - 50 Reasons Why Jesus Came to Die&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being given&amp;nbsp; more responsibilities at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;encouragement from Jenn &amp;amp; Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica making pancakes for breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attending church at Long Hollow Baptist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a text from Shannon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating cookies 'n' cream ice cream with Jessica before 11am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping in!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling at peace when I woke up; after falling asleep listening to a John Piper sermon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;video conferencing with Dad &amp;amp; Karen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending the day looking stuff up in the Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea putting in a good word for me with the bosses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ann being thoughtful and calling me on my way to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;friendly conversations on elevators with strangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading the Psalms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not-too-hot weather, light rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a sovereign, merciful Creator &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;learning how to use Adobe InCopy -- and catching on quickly!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;department party - hanging out with other people under age 30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;applying for a second job &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding an error while editing a final copy of a magazine (editing is like a game)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having an office next to Andrea who is really cool and tells me what work to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psalms in the morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;awesome LifeWay intern orientation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really nice guy selling me auto &amp;amp; renter's insurance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Jenn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting people at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica telling me, "Extroverts are overrated" haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting the chance to sit down and write &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simba hanging out with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Jenn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;moving into an apartment in Madison, TN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erica and JR visiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chai tea at bedtime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading the Psalms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;encouragement from Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a cute apartment and hoping I can stay there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making it to Nashville safely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;texting w/ Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meeting and staying with an awesome couple in Franklin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading Job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making connections with KSU alumni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a call from Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing a book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting some housing leads in Nashville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the person and finished work of Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sufficient grace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a God who is faithful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends who are encouraging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Truth and hope and love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erica graduates from SBU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch with all the relatives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time to read in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to sleep in at Jenn's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;morning time in the Word&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Lindsey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing packing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch with Keira&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the Zone/Station 3.16&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating a Buster Bar for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Marley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the person and propositions of Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm air and sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;strawberry-banana-lemon smoothie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beautiful day outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;officially owning my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom grilling cheeseburgers for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Jamie and Kierston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking a nap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;graduating from K-State&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adopting a kitten for Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice cream cake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Geoff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to Radina's for the last time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chillin' with the roomies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being finished with college!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Ann &amp;amp; Meredith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephanie coming over and making dinner with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;picking more strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Shannon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;using our fresh garden strawberries to make a smoothie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a B+ on my ENGL660 (Charles Dickens) final paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet Ann always making sure I'm taken care of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mail from Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding out the B-stud I want to join in Nashville is just starting the book of Matthew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;fresh strawberries in our garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Megan and Stephanie at Radina's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sending mail to Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom's French toast for breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being home on Mother's Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching &lt;i&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/i&gt; with Geoff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geoff comes home and takes me for a ride on his motorcycle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my big, comfy bed and still feeling loved from yesterday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quality hug in the morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Stac for the first time in months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Jenn, Allison, and Lindsey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking around the Plaza with Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling incredibly loved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to Radina's between classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing &lt;i&gt;Why We're Not Emergent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being encouraged by Shannon's e-mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being done with classes FOREVER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;whole wheat pancakes with nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;May 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;buying flowers for two special people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting on the sun on the front porch reading all afternoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrating Ann's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 5, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to Tuesday classes for the last time ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out in the front room and reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a call from Ann; Drew &amp;amp; Megan coming over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drew bringing me Reisen's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 4, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;walking to the post office and then to Radina's to do homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing Our Mutual Friend! 797 pages in three weeks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Megan twice today. She said she doesn't know how to handle me, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going on a walk with Alecia, Jessi, and Stephanie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to bed before 10pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing sax &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;really good mtg/convo with S. Beck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;three hours with B. Brown: smoothies, cheesy biscuits, church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing the memorization of James -- it takes me almost 15 min to recite!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people hanging out at our house (the ATM) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 1, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chai latte at Radina's in the AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading some Proverbs, Psalms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a chilled, laid-back day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chilling in Radina's and reading a book not for class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting out of my 9:30 and 11:30 classes really early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turning in my three essays due today and basically being done with school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melanie cutting my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing ENGL382 paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking my car in for an oil change and hearing it's in pretty good shape overall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a text from Clarissa that made my heart happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;creating a new recipe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing a journal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching &lt;i&gt;That Thing You Do&lt;/i&gt; with Matt &amp;amp; Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being pretty productive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing God more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;confirming a Nashville move-in date: May 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to Lincoln Berean Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch with Clarissa + her friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spring thunderstorms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Clarissa! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating chicken enchiladas with Clarissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;making chocolateawesomechip cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a tour of Lincoln, NE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting books in the mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They Only Come Out at Night -- huge success!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the chance to read my writing in front of 50+ people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being friends with Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being friends with Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking two miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;fresh-cut grass, sunshine, gentle breezes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cracking a double-yolked egg (first time in my life)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Shannon at Radina's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;riding my bike with an almost-normal heart rate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having only five more days of classes left&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our Mutual Friend&lt;/i&gt; takes a plot-turn. Intriguing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm afternoon with windows/doors open&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending a couple of hours at Radina's with Shannon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my reading done for my Dickens class! (so we better have a quiz over it!) ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting some homework done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;much-needed sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sufficient hydration &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;waking up and realizing it's Saturday! :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as always, hearing Alecia play music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surprise visit from Ann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going on a walk and seeing a huge snail on a sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the lady who rang up my groceries was very nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;changing my windshield wiper blades by myself. i will finally be able to see in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing frisbee with Drew (even though we had to climb the neighbor's fence three times) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;not having my 11:30 class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting an appt. to hear heart results&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people hanging out at the ATM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;riding my bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting books in the mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first time wearing shorts since probably September &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm sunshine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing inkWELL book formatting/design after 10+ hrs of working on it in one day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;socialism... that's not the right word; being social. hanging out with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing the alto sax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun with Picnik (premium!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;understanding Jesus more through the medium of hip-hop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Hannah (Vermont)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrating that Jesus is alive! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt giving me good advice about picking my battles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making *braided* cheesy biscuits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting on the porch in the sun drinking iced tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Marley &amp;amp; Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;breakfast with Keira and Erica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;downing a pitcher of iced tea (Erica helped)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sun coming out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;postcard from Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really fast medical care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie with Erica, Tim, Matt, and Anne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having basically no homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunshine + nap on the couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;evening 2-mi. walk to Radina's and back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost peeling my orange in one piece (I ripped off a couple of pieces to get it started, but 5/6 of that peel was intact)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;little girl holding a bubble wand out her car window: bubbles down Manhattan Ave. made me smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cute dog crossing the street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really nice people while donating blood. And no waiting! And good iron! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mom getting me dental and eye appts. on the same day -- she even offered to call herself. Which is great because I don't like calling to make appts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a grasp on what exactly is the Reformed Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some progress on my paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NCAA championship. I don't care who wins, I just love basketball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to talk to Jenn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;workout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting some homework done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;resting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;April 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my &lt;i&gt;hardboiled integrity&lt;/i&gt; books in the mail - they look awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping in until 9am (a record)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to Topeka to see Jason Waller play at a coffeeshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;falling in love over and over again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to talk with Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;April 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's faithfulness! Jenn gets to keep her job :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2-mile walk x 2 ... 4 miles. Beautiful weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having only 10 days of classes left&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing an abstract and possibly finding housing for Nashville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet text from Ann &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a house in Nashville!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrating Anne's birthday after Radina's music night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a hub cap on my walk home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;56-degrees and sweet Jesus time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocking out to some shai linne on my walks to and from campus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending some time at Radina's after classes were over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;falling in love over and over again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;65-degree weather + sunshine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lord's sovereignty over all things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing &lt;i&gt;Breaking Free&lt;/i&gt; by Beth Moore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 29, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Jenn in KC + Redeemer Fellowship + lunch on the Plaza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Lacie for the first time in seven months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Love Hub doing what it does best: loving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ crucified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;making the boys happy with cheesy biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new original recipe: stovetop lasagna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding out that Drew has an alto sax he's willing to get rid off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chai latte at Java&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing Nutrition Analysis project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;college basketball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's unfailing love for me far exceeding anything and anyone who makes me feel unloved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peace like a river: raging peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guest speaker in Dickens class. Supposed to talk for 20 minutes, but he talked for 65 -- no time for discussion! Woo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surprisingly warmer weather (sunny, low '50s; was expecting 30s and snow/rain)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking 4 miles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading 2 Samuel 1-11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ordering and paying for a small hot chocolate and getting a medium :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drew getting my watch off military time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing B. Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice. cream. cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friend Clarissa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;very good news -- I'm moving to Nashville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really good conversation with Matthew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beth Moore points out amazing scripture in her book &lt;i&gt;Breaking Free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cotton socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thunderstorms!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing friends at Radina's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;living in a house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends who point me to Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a loving God who never lets go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending time with Jamie after not seeing her for ten months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phone call from Jenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really great nap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing the Gateway Arch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching the Cornell game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surviving an 11-hour, 675-mile drive solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LifeWay interview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March Madness tournament&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friendly guy at the post office &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nice drive to Nashville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;30 mpg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to Bolivar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolate covered raisins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;72°F &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Shannon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jinx (cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 15, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wearing a skirt (warm weather)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a refresher on car maintenance. changed a tire in a skirt!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selection Sunday &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;full-strength bleaching my white TOMS and successfully removing the yellow spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing Matt and Rob before I left for home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a clean (very clean) car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;designing my TOMS shoes (restyling my white ones) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2-mile walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another good hair day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my federal tax refund - enough to pay for my Nashville trip &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing Alecia's new song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen Johnson remembering who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;destroying my Basic Nutrition exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a good hair day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;voicemail from Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice morning mile to campus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being done with an essay and midterm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nap under electric blanket &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two miles before 7:30am, 4 miles overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Postcard from Jess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying a business suit for Nashville trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oatmeal for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Progress on ENGL660 essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;UCC sermon on Holy Spirit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thunderstorm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 6, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking 9 miles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hearing that Cornell won = going to the NCAA tourney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;light rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling inspired to write &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking to campus at 8:30am in 56 degree weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching two little sparrows snuggle/bathe in a puddle on the sidewalk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing David Copperfield discussion in class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;destroying my Irish Poetry test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting out of American Survey class early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocking out to "Forget December" on the walk home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;riding my bike to the Rec &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing intramural basketball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;riding my bike home from the rec in the dark &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being in the mood to read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;80 degree weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being done with classes until Tuesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(I would enjoy a little more social interaction, but today was a good day) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open doors and windows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying enough Contemporary Irish Poetry to feel confident I will ace the test tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting my CHI straightener &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting an A on my poetry explication&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my abstract revision back: "excellent revisions!" (I think that means "A")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finishing &lt;i&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberry smoothie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My God's sufficient grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baking: snickerdoodles, banana bread, porkchops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sabbath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn being here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;INKwell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a space heater &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garmin navigating me to/through Wichita&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing family, remembering Grandma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bringing home a working 1950s typewriter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn visiting!: dinner, Radina's, seat warmers :) , movie, sharing life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mail from the Love Hub&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time with Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50% off floral pieces at Hobby Lobby (just the week I happened to want fake flowers) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call from Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolutely beautiful weather: open doors and windows, reading on the porch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning and rearranging my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radina's Music Night: Alecia's awesome music, time with Ann and Monica, reviewing James 1-3, friends, free chai, finally writing something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting dressed up to go out to dinner with the boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the privilege of knowing my sweet grandma for 21 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having our Dickens reading assignment reduced by about 40 pages &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excitement about going out to dinner tomorrow with the guys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding a CHI straightener for half price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ann's kind heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's sufficient grace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acetaminophen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to Jenn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeremy Camp's &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/popmusic20/music/i_qs3wrA/jeremy_camp_give_me_jesus/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give Me Jesus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melanie cutting my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm weather makes a weekend visit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gerber daisies from Jessi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting out of Irish Poetry class early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winning basketball game (by forfeit, which is great because I didn't feel like playing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chill time with the housemates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best. smoothie. ever. : strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, banana, strawberry yogurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Destroying my article abstract revision. I'm feeling an A on this one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking! Trying new things, mixing it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Applying for eight more jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine and walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being very productive and still making time to read a not-for-classes book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging out in the kitchen with Matthew and Tim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being offered an interview for an internship with LifeWay &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet fellowship and discussion with B-stud girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomato soup. Mint chocolate chip ice cream. Irish poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running the court&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful sunset&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Tomlin's "I Will Rise" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cornell beats Dartmouth in double overtime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching KU v. KSU game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream with Keira&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compassionate friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's grace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting voicemail from Shoff, then getting to talk to her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending time with friends: Ann's fabulous pancakes and mint chocolate chip ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turning 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baskin Robbins' Birthday Club: free single scoop mint chocolate chip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying a dress -- I'm excited to wear it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radina's music night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my scholarship check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figuring out how to fix my bike brakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making progress in &lt;i&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;97-cent large diet cherry limeade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matthew buying me chocolates and a dinosaur sandwich box to take my lunch to campus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shake-and-bake pork chops &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally finishing/submitting my Hallmark application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my state taxes done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to see my Grandma Richwine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom buying me a double dip mint chocolate chip waffle cone at Braum's for my upcoming birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making dinner and watching Cornell beat Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my federal taxes done (aka signing them because Dad did them), oil changed, and car washed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mint chocolate milkshake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping with birthday money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Ann on campus and finding Keira in the library and eating lunch with her ... in the library.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm weather! My walks to and from campus were delightful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winning co-ed intramural basketball game by 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding someone who wants to go with me on a train to St. Louis!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing my hair down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radina's music night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading &lt;i&gt;Breaking Free&lt;/i&gt; by Beth Moore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting an e-mail from Shoff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relaxing after a long day of classes: watching a movie with Tim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to Kristin. (Enough joy in this to cover the entire month)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making pasta for dinner (without using a recipe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending time with B-stud girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to the WELL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Napping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TVL Shooters winning intramural basketball over Clovia 40-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;inkWELL -- getting to spend an hour and a half with really awesome people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very warm weather -- walking everywhere and sitting in the sun, windows open&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner party -- 15 people over for Henry's white fire chili and my cheesy biscuits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to Alecia sing/guitar. She's so great. This will always make my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mucho progress on Hallmark application&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberry smoothies for lunch with B. Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a postcard from Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warmer weather, walking, and music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Amanda at Hale Library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matthew made chimichangas for dinner, a first for me, and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going over &lt;i&gt;Touchstone&lt;/i&gt; editing with editor-in-chief&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free chai latte at Radina's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing at Radina's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still being able to park on campus in "D" lots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished editing &lt;i&gt;Touchstone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling confident about Dickens quiz&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being quite productive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying warm inside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The LA crew arrives home safely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Chicago for the first time in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving back from KC -- good tunes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending night at Doubletree: free warm cookies and super comfortable beds!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cornell beats Columbia; Geoff dunks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner with the fam. at Applebee's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airplane trip: to Cincinatti then to Syracuse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Geoff and Lola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying in Ithaca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Near 60-degree weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving to KC airport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrimp and cheesy biscuits at Red Lobster w/ Dad &amp;amp; Karen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incredibly beautiful weather  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberry smoothie  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorating a [surprise] box to be mailed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Obama's inauguration with Reiko at Hale Library  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading 100 pages of &lt;i&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie night with Matthew, Tim, and Henry: &lt;i&gt;Shakespeare in Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radina's with Reiko  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being warm on the couch reading w/ Stephanie &amp;amp; taking a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music project coming along well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;S'mores over the fire pit  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of reading done at Radina's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching &lt;i&gt;Milo and Otis&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;INKwell meets at Radina's: full punch card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weather: mid-50s  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner with Alecia, Matthew, Tim, Layne, and Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The LORD opens many doors  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loving friends  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alecia playing guitar  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finishing a &lt;a href="http://reevesportfolio.googlepages.com/booksread"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Navs w/ Shannon  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Text from Jenn  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Ann and Meredith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A.M. Workout at the Rec; officially on an intramural basketball team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah Beck stopped by; text from B. Brown  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made zucchini bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tea at breakfast - a nice soother to my angry tummy  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nap. On the couch under two blankets. Mmm.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radina's. A nice quiet time to collect my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A.M. Workout at the Rec  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making chocolate chip cookies  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging out with Ann, Ethan, Tim, Matthew, Drew, and Henry (dinner then Applebees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing Alecia sing and play her guitar in the morning  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experiencing the WELL for the first time  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm weather: trip to the Konza &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 10, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished &lt;i&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/i&gt; while at Panera  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felt inspired enough to write on my blog  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;InkWELL pizza night. Magnetic poetry with Stephanie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Jenn, Lindsey, and Allison  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fixed Jenn's computer (I was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; happy it worked)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text from Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned Erica's apartment  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the park and fed the ducks (kind of scary! They must have been really hungry)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Law &amp;amp; Order &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started walking to Radina's and I liked how walking felt, so I kept walking. A little over three miles.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another good workout  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SBU plays at Washburn and I go to see Erica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 6, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked out  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked to Hale to pick up two books for class  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my prayer wall up in my room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radina's. My first time back since mid-December.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing basketball at the Rec.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making minestrone soup and cheesy biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;staying under my grocery budget (thanks to a giftcard)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoying reading &lt;i&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/i&gt; by Charles Dickens  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geoff gets me a free Cornell T-shirt and saves me $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 3, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn makes pancakes for me and Lindsey. I'm amazed at her pancake-making skills.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jess sends me a text. She's in Kentucky!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get gas for $1.559 and got 26.7mpg on my Junction City to KC and back trip.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The InkWELL plays telephone pictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 2, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ride my bike to the ATM from campus. The weather is wonderful -- warm and sunny!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to take Shoff to KC as she is heading back to Philly  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In KC, Jenn lets me sleep on her couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;January 1, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out my grandma has a 1950s manual typewriter in her basement.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to see Shoff, as she is back from Philly  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jess, Ann, Alecia, Ethan, Tim, Henry, and I play &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/North-Star-Games-433775-Wagers/dp/B000809NNC/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;qid=1231702861&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Wits &amp;amp; Wagers &lt;/a&gt;(very fun!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="footer"&gt;&lt;div class="wrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="g_footer"&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="extraDiv1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="extraDiv2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="extraDiv3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="extraDiv4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="extraDiv5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="extraDiv6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-6222023449140105863?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6222023449140105863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6222023449140105863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-my-day-2009.html' title='Make My Day - 2009'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-752193211350599859</id><published>2009-01-01T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:51:41.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SVzYXV7ptSI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ll5vFoKljZ0/s1600-h/ATT00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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In love he predestined us for adoption through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of the glory of his grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-9048107060178231927?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/9048107060178231927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=9048107060178231927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/9048107060178231927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/9048107060178231927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/plan.html' title='Plan A'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-2899004158179854670</id><published>2008-12-28T19:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:28:16.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2002 Tunes: Revisited</title><content type='html'>One of my (well, my only, really) major Christmas-break projects has been cataloging my media collection. This means making a list in Excel of all the songs, movies, podcasts, TV episodes, pictures, hard drive back-ups, etc. I have stored on CDs and my computer. To aid this process my mom and brother got me two 8 GB SD cards, and my grandpa and grandma gave me a CD case that holds 332 CDs. I've made considerable progress in the cataloging process, but I don't anticipate finishing completely (finishing cataloging and moving as many songs as possible onto the SD cards while avoiding repeats). In doing this little project, I've run across a plethora of old mixes from my high school years. I threw in a mix one of my coolest (okay, my coolest) friend made for me in 2002. Most people probably wouldn't guess I'd listen to these songs, but I really like it, maybe for what I remember of 2002. I bring you the artist, title, and some of my favorite lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lis . . .&lt;/span&gt; [listen to my playlist here, see embedded. you might need to log in (for free)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/s_0GMjnsP_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/s_0GMjnsP_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=s_0GMjnsP_"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=s_0GMjnsP_"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=s_0GMjnsP_"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=s_0GMjnsP_"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/s_0GMjnsP_/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Sggobyy/playlist/O965nlKZ/lis_music_playlist/"&gt;Lis...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt;     by Stereo Fuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’d give you my love and this heart made of stone&lt;br /&gt;The sun the moon the earth the sky The motorcycle that I like to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up your motorcycle? That's pretty serious commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poetic Tragedy&lt;/span&gt;     by The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was....&lt;br /&gt;Is just a tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, this can be categorized as "screamo." And if you look at the lyrics, the kid kills himself in the end. Hmm. I like the title, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taste of Ink&lt;/span&gt;     by The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sea of lonely&lt;br /&gt;The taste of ink is getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again, The Used. This one's not so depressing though. I dig the word choice. And the beginning is very...abrupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Board&lt;/span&gt;     by Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent days and nights in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write the perfect song to sing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think all guys should try to write songs to their girls, even if they aren't good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homecoming&lt;/span&gt;     by As Advertised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caffeine's set in and the stars have all gone dim.&lt;br /&gt;I know if I cry, it will be from all this joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the lyrics from this song sound good. But these two lines are especially good. I think i could hope for a night like this, under the stars with people I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cigarette&lt;/span&gt;     by Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the days burning out like a cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;Just a few drags to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first two lines in the song. Days have a tendency to flicker out like that. I enjoy it when people find the right words. I was reading a book by Donald Miller and he described the sun coming down the wall of the Grand Canyon. He said it came down &lt;/span&gt;like syrup&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Ah, that's just beautiful language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Head on Collision&lt;/span&gt;     by New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm at an all-time low&lt;br /&gt;Slightly bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;From our head on collision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the guitar in this song. It's simple, but it gets me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Headstrong&lt;/span&gt;     by Trapt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusions manifest, your first impression's&lt;br /&gt;Got to be your very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not my favorite song, but kudos to Trapt for using the word "manifest" so poetically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Libras&lt;/span&gt;     by A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sure there's a whole lot about this song I like except for the way it sounds... and maybe this line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Baby, I'm an Anarchist&lt;/span&gt;     by Against Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,&lt;br /&gt;You're a spineless liberal.&lt;br /&gt;We marched together for the eight-hour day&lt;br /&gt;And held hands in the streets of Seattle,&lt;br /&gt;But when it came time to throw bricks&lt;br /&gt;Through that Starbucks window,&lt;br /&gt;You left me all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I need to say much? Ha, this song makes me laugh. Even more so because I'm imagining this could be based on a true relationship. And much angst results&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Rain&lt;/span&gt;     by Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me and I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sound of this song is so fun. I remember driving somewhere with my friend and she said, 'This song just makes me want to snap my fingers!' Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Umbrella     &lt;/span&gt;by Dog's Eye View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been falling like the rain,&lt;br /&gt;but you've got your umbrella in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lyrics sound like someone's having a troubled relationship. It's really smooth. I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring Me to Life&lt;/span&gt;     by Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen inside without the touch of your love&lt;br /&gt;Darling only you are the light among the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like that this song could easily be addressed to God. Funny that we're constantly searching in other people for the things which only God can give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;     by Feeder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out for awhile&lt;br /&gt;So I can get high with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are plenty of other lines I like about this song, but how can you ignore the chorus? Even if it's not pretty, I like it when people are very blunt and straight-forward. And I really like the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say it Ain't So&lt;/span&gt;     by Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and be cool, when I say:&lt;br /&gt;This way is-a-waterslide-away-from-you-that-takes-you-futher-everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sure I understand the meaning behind most of this song, but these lines are winners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hang&lt;/span&gt;     by Matchbox Twenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we always say, it would be good to go away someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a fan of Matchbox Twenty. Rob Thomas has a pleasing voice. And even though I might not always be saying it, I think it would be good to go away someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frail     &lt;/span&gt;by Finch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost to find, and a soul to keep&lt;br /&gt;cause you love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really sure what this song is about, but it could be about Jesus. Based on this group's other songs, I kind of doubt that's what they were going for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overcome     &lt;/span&gt;by Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drive me out, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to that open field&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the ignition off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spin around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sounds like an appropriate soundtrack for drowning, but in a way, it's about release and freedom. I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Until Sundown &lt;/span&gt;    by Further Seems Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent too many hours holding up walls&lt;br /&gt;standing in corners and clenching my jaw&lt;br /&gt;watching you watching the ones that I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sad song about a guy who wasted his life being a wallflower. Some cool word order there, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SVhDE7gpbeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/96g17FhV6U0/s1600-h/igoogle957pm+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SVhDE7gpbeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/96g17FhV6U0/s400/igoogle957pm+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285047914692439522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;you can't go wrong with little chinese fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-2899004158179854670?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/2899004158179854670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=2899004158179854670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2899004158179854670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/2899004158179854670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/2002-tunes-revisited.html' title='2002 Tunes: Revisited'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SVhDE7gpbeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/96g17FhV6U0/s72-c/igoogle957pm+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-3581638884336933647</id><published>2008-12-24T10:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:56:39.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up Here</title><content type='html'>1. I can't find my phone charger, so if you try to call, my phone is probably dead.&lt;br /&gt;2. Erica and Geoff are home, the first time we've all been here since last Christmas. We missed each other this summer by one day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Erica brought home the electronic banking version of Monopoly. This is my new favorite game.&lt;br /&gt;4. Last night, Erica and I beat the math game of our childhood: Treasure Math Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SVJpTrFJJUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AZrxENLSHv8/s1600-h/coachpotatoes2edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SVJpTrFJJUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AZrxENLSHv8/s400/coachpotatoes2edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283401099561739586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erica, Geoff, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-3581638884336933647?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/3581638884336933647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=3581638884336933647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3581638884336933647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/3581638884336933647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-up-here.html' title='What&apos;s Up Here'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SVJpTrFJJUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AZrxENLSHv8/s72-c/coachpotatoes2edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8305001833832054994</id><published>2008-12-21T21:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:28:57.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community: A Spiritual not a Human Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A few notes from Dietrich Bonhoeffer's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Together-Classic-Exploration-Community/dp/0060608528/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1229917310&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Community: A Spiritual not a Human Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian community is different from all other communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spiritual: that which is created only by the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;-Psychic (human): that which comes from the natural urges, powers, and capacities of the human spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiritual Reality v. Human Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiritual Reality   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*basis: the clear, manifest Word of God in Jesus Christ    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*basis of community: truth    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*essence of community: light (Jn. 1:5,7)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*community: fellowship of those who are called by Christ    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*burns with bright love of brotherly service (agape)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*ordered, brotherly service    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*humble subjection to the brethren    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Word of God alone rules    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Word alone is binding    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*all honor, power, and dominion are surrendered to the Holy Spirit    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Spirit governs    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*naive, unpsychological, unmethodical, helping love is extended toward one's brother    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*service of one's brother is simple and humble    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*there is never, nor in any way, any "immediate" relationship of one to another    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*spiritual love is directed to the other person for Christ's sake    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Human Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*basis: the dark, turbid urges and desires of the human mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*basis of community: desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*essence of community: darkness (Mk. 7:21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*community: fellowship of devout souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*glows by dark love of good and evil desire (eros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*disordered desire for pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*humble yet haughty subjection of a brother to one's own desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*along with the Word, the man rules who is furnished with exceptional powers, experience, and magical, suggestive capacities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*word binds; so do men bind to one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*spheres of power and influence are sought and cultivated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*psychological techniques and methods govern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*psychological analysis and construction is extended toward one's brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*service of one's brother consists of a searching, calculating analysis of a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*expresses a profound, elemental, human desire for community, for immediate contact with other souls, just as in the flesh there is the urge for physical merger with other flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*human love is directed to the other person for his own sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SU8XefhqpOI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mQbFSW-_a1A/s1600-h/houses+in+guanajuato+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SU8XefhqpOI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mQbFSW-_a1A/s400/houses+in+guanajuato+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466700555101410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8305001833832054994?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8305001833832054994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8305001833832054994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8305001833832054994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8305001833832054994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/community-spiritual-not-human-reality.html' title='Community: A Spiritual not a Human Reality'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SU8XefhqpOI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mQbFSW-_a1A/s72-c/houses+in+guanajuato+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1419002858875381486</id><published>2008-12-18T18:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:38:01.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Home</title><content type='html'>So contrary to what I remember from last year's month at home over break, I'm trying to be more productive this year (and definitely not staying home the whole month!). Here's what I've done in the last 24 hours (a good start):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Made chai and frothed my own milk (for the first time)&lt;br /&gt;2. Wrapped all my presents&lt;br /&gt;3. Put up the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;4. Decorated the tree and the house for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;5. Made a cake&lt;br /&gt;6. Decorated the cake&lt;br /&gt;7. Made a snow bunny&lt;br /&gt;8. Helped someone burn a slideshow onto a DVD (this took 1.5 hrs)&lt;br /&gt;9. Read a chapter in a book&lt;br /&gt;10. Read Genesis 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm recovering from a cold. Here are some pictures of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped my presents then Jinx sat on them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrrwyHM-FI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_fWfNwJy_I8/s1600-h/12+18+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrrwyHM-FI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_fWfNwJy_I8/s320/12+18+08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281292736363558994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree (I couldn't get the lights to all light up... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrsJUEjDFI/AAAAAAAAAzI/sAhH1VFpGTQ/s1600-h/12+18+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrsJUEjDFI/AAAAAAAAAzI/sAhH1VFpGTQ/s320/12+18+08+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281293157796088914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrsSfkfDtI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/QSXbjGTeJfw/s1600-h/12+18+08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrsSfkfDtI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/QSXbjGTeJfw/s320/12+18+08+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281293315501657810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrscP6spSI/AAAAAAAAAzY/YSjYKDyw_1o/s1600-h/12+18+08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrscP6spSI/AAAAAAAAAzY/YSjYKDyw_1o/s320/12+18+08+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281293483098547490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunny died. Sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrsks0JpFI/AAAAAAAAAzg/z_IaCqsvgtU/s1600-h/12+18+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrsks0JpFI/AAAAAAAAAzg/z_IaCqsvgtU/s320/12+18+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281293628294669394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-1419002858875381486?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1419002858875381486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1419002858875381486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1419002858875381486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1419002858875381486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-home.html' title='Christmas at Home'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUrrwyHM-FI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_fWfNwJy_I8/s72-c/12+18+08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-1483948782129833323</id><published>2008-12-15T16:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:10:29.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Good that is Ours in Christ</title><content type='html'>Notes from a &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/MediaPlayer/1671/Video/"&gt;sermon &lt;/a&gt;by Mark Talbot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desiring God National Conference 2005&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suffering and the Sovereignty of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/MediaPlayer/1671/Video/"&gt;All the Good that is Ours in Christ - Mark Talbot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does God's will relate to our wills when we hurt each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTK Dennis Rader, unfaithful spouses, drunk drivers, sexual abuse, rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does God allows these kinds of things to happen? We are guilty of sin, but maybe God could have prevented our temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory A. Boyd's theory to all of this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open theism&lt;/span&gt;. Basically,&lt;br /&gt;- takes God off the hook for the kinds of evil that we do&lt;br /&gt;- claims God can't prevent evils without restricting or destroying our freedom&lt;br /&gt;- claims God doesn't do that because he takes our freedom to be so valuable -- so valuable that he is willing to pay the price of there being all sorts of human suffering that is caused by our misuse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems natural for us to think in this open theistic way because so often in our own lives we have to put up with what we don't like in order to leave other people their freedom. So "of course," we think, "it must be the same for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't natural to think God makes mistakes. Boyd's thinking challenges God's glory and control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scripture's General Perspective on God's Relationship to Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are the issues we need to address in order to think biblically about this topic?&lt;br /&gt;- What does Scripture say about God's relationship to evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 18:25&lt;/span&gt; The judge of all the earth will always do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deuteronomy 32:4&lt;/span&gt; God never does evil.&lt;/blockquote&gt;This does not mean that God doesn't create, send, permit, or even move others to do evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 45:7-11&lt;/span&gt; God says he makes darkness and creates calamity (evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Samuel 16:14-23&lt;/span&gt; God sent an evil spirit to King Solomon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt; God allows Satan to take all of Job's property and family&lt;/blockquote&gt;God doesn't want to be "let off the hook." He ordains any evil that is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amos 3:6&lt;/span&gt; Does disaster or evil come to a city unless the Lord has done it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 14:24, 27&lt;/span&gt; as I have planned, so shall it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nothing but what He purposes happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's relationship to evil&lt;br /&gt;Divine sovereignty and human freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open theists&lt;/span&gt; are libertarians (not in the political sense). They believe that a person acts freely only if, right before he acts, he could still have chosen to act otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For libertarians, you can't be held responsible for what you do if you aren't free in this libertarian sense. You can't be held to do what you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ought&lt;/span&gt; to do unless you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do it. So for libertarians, having this freedom is absolutely necessary for God's holding us responsible for what we do. If we didn't have that freedom, it would be unfair for God to hold us responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: scripture tells us to love God with ... all your mind. Proverbs 2:4 tells us to seek wisdom as we would search for silver and gold. Job 28 gives us this image, describing miners going to the end of the earth and hanging upside down with little chisels working at the rock to find their treasure. God wants us to understand him (have wisdom) so that we may glorify Him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For libertarians, responsibility exists only with freedom. Libertarians: If God knows what I am going to choose to do, then what I am going to choose to do must be determined in some way. When the time comes, it may seem as though I am freely choosing as I do, when in fact that can't be. For Open Theists, even God can't know the future if humans are to be free and responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does Scripture say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Human beings act freely and responsibily, even when it says or implies that God has predestined what will take place. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts 4:27-28&lt;/span&gt;) The believers are praying ... for truly in this city people gathered ... to do whatever your plan had predestined to take place. The people there chose to plot aginst Christ. They are being blamed for what they have chosen to do (held responsible even though God predestined it.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peter (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts 2:22-23&lt;/span&gt;) on Pentecost. Jesus, delievered up according to the plan and foreknowledge of God, you crucified and killed by the hands of lawless (wicked yet responsible) men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willed it and so it came about. Israelites heard this and felt remorse: What shall we do? Peter tells them, "Repent, and be baptized!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Last Supper, Jesus says a disciple will betray him (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mt. 26:22-24&lt;/span&gt;). He says that it would have been better if his betrayer had not been born. This indicates that the man will be held responsible for his actions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jn. 6:64&lt;/span&gt; - Jesus knew from the beginning who would betray him, yet Jesus held him responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has ordained everything that happens in our world of space and time and yet human beings still act freely and responsibly. What this means for God's people is that God ordains even what is really evil for His children's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis: Joseph's Story [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 37&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;In Genesis 45:8, Joseph recognizes God's hand in his troubles. God gets the credit for all the good coming out of evil events. God ordained his brothers' evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 50:19-20&lt;/span&gt; - Do not fear. For am I in the place of God? You meant evil against me, but God meant it for good, to bring it about so that many people should be kept alive as they are today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are dual explanations for Joseph's being sold into slavery.  Dual explanations show up elsewhere. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts 27:34&lt;/span&gt; God promises no one on board the ship will be harmed. Paul tells them to stay on board in order to avoid being harmed.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonah 1:14-15, 2:3&lt;/span&gt;, it is the sailors who throw Jonah overboard, after which he is consequently swallowed by a large fish. In the fish, Jonah doesn't speak of the sailors. He tells God, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; cast me into the deep."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Thessalonians 1:4-6&lt;/span&gt; - God chose us. In response to God's choosing us, we have a choice to make. We should choose to become imitators of Christ and receive the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Let's look at Jesus' Crucifixion. Humans' evil intentions are paralleled with God's good intentions. God has ordained or willed or planned everything that happens in our world from before Creation. God is the primary agent, the primary cause, the final and ultimate explanation of everything that happens, yet the causal relationship between God and His creatures is such that his having for ordained everything is compatible with and indeed it takes nothing away from their creaturely power and efficacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could Joseph's brothers acted freely and responsibly if what they did was what God had previously ordained? How can Herrod, Pilate, etc. be blamed for what God has predestined to take place? We cannot understand how a human act can be possibly explained by God having freely intended it without that explanation cancelling the freedom and responsibility of human intenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we can understand why we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Our attempts to understand this involve our trying to understand the unique relationship between the Creator and his creatures in terms of our understanding some creature-to-creature relationship. Interesting word choice here: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt; - nothing like it. (No such thing as "very unique." Either there is nothing like it or there's not.) Scripture revelas that both human agency and divine agency are to be fully affirmed without attempting to tell us how this can be, because we have no way to understand it, no matter what Scripture would say: all of our analogies concerning different agents or different kinds of agency must be drawn from what holds between and among creatures, and so we necessarily lack the conceptual wherewithal to plumb how God's foreordaining agency enables and yet governs our own free agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 139:4-6&lt;/span&gt; Such foreknowledge is too wonderful for us, to lofty for us to attain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God has complete providence over all. What should we be sure of beyond all doubt? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;/span&gt;, We know that for those who love God, all things work together for good for those who are called according to His purpose. Sometimes this doesn't feel true when bad things happen to believers. We see suffering all throughout the Bible, especially in the Psalms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do in the end is affirm God's promises and wait. If we give ourselves to Him, he will bring us happiness. Our groaning are written in his book. They are always before His face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 30:5&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-1483948782129833323?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/1483948782129833323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=1483948782129833323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1483948782129833323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/1483948782129833323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-good-that-is-ours-in-christ.html' title='All the Good that is Ours in Christ'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-415413628933599876</id><published>2008-12-13T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:43:27.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan Edwards' Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iclnet.org/pub/resources/text/ipb-e/epl-10/web/edwards-resolutions.html"&gt;Jonathan Edwards' Resolutions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUQCNGRP2TI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OFAh4gXpNHs/s1600-h/jonathan+edwards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUQCNGRP2TI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OFAh4gXpNHs/s320/jonathan+edwards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279347087229573426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the resolutions made by Jonathan Edwards, a Puritan theologian. His resolutions were written during 1722-1723. When he wrote the seventy resolutions, "he was completing his schooling and ministerial training and was anticipating setting out on his life's work. He took advantage off the opportunity to pause and reflect on the type of person he wanted to be and the way in which he wanted to live his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a manner that would come to typify his entire career, he took up his pen and, in the moments of quiet he could wrest fro a busy day, wrote the guidelines, the system of checks and balances he would use to chart out his life--his relationships, his conversations, his desires, his activities. In short, through these resolutions he offers himself his own advice." ---from&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jonathan-Edwards-Resolutions-Advice-Converts/dp/0875521894/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1229193317&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonathan Edwards' Resolutions and Advice to Young Converts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Ed. Stephen J. Nichols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being sensible that I am unable to do anything without God's help, I do humbly entreat him by his grace to enable me to keep these resolutions, so far as they are agreeable to his will, for Christ's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;8. Resolved, to act, in all respects, both speaking and doing, as if nobody had been so vile as I, and as if I had committed the same sins, or had the same infirmities or failings as others; and to let the knowledge of their failings promote nothing but shame in myself, and prove only an occasion of my confessing my own sins and misery to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Resolved, to examine carefully and constantly what that one thing in me is that causes me in the least to doubt the love of God; and so direct all my forces against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Resolved, never henceforward till I die, to act as if I were any way my own, but to act entirely and altogether as God's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Resolved, to endeavor to my utmost to act as I can think I should do if I had already seen the happiness of heaven and the torment of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Resolved, whenever my feelings begin to appear in the least out of order, when i am conscious of the least uneasiness within, or the least irregularity without, I will then subject myself to the strictest examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Resolved, very much to exercise myself in this all my life long, that is, with the greatest openness I am capable of, to declare my ways to God, and lay open my soul to him: all my sins, temptations, difficulties, sorrows, fears, hopes, desires, and everything, and every circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Resolved, always to do that which I shall wish I had done when I see others do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-415413628933599876?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/415413628933599876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=415413628933599876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/415413628933599876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/415413628933599876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/jonathan-edwards-resolutions.html' title='Jonathan Edwards&apos; Resolutions'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SUQCNGRP2TI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OFAh4gXpNHs/s72-c/jonathan+edwards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-6086823255921540694</id><published>2008-12-13T00:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:05:06.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wreckless ambitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things I want to do someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a list in progress, to be edited and lengthened at a later date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for my 21st birthday (for it, not necessarily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; it), to eat lettuce wraps at P.F. Chang's in KC. and I want to eat mint chocolate chip ice cream with my friend Kristin. That's all I want.&lt;br /&gt;- visit Lincoln, NE&lt;br /&gt;- See Boston.&lt;br /&gt;- See Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;- Watch college basketball at the Sprint Center.&lt;br /&gt;- Go ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;- bike across another state&lt;br /&gt;- get a book published&lt;br /&gt;- own a house&lt;br /&gt;- get married&lt;br /&gt;- get involved in a ministry&lt;br /&gt;- be fluent in Spanish&lt;br /&gt;- write a song&lt;br /&gt;- get a kitten&lt;br /&gt;- love people well&lt;br /&gt;   &gt; love people and expect nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;- give and expect nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;- connect.&lt;br /&gt;- cook dinner for 6 (or more)&lt;br /&gt;- lead a Bible study&lt;br /&gt;- go back to Jacksonville&lt;br /&gt;- ride a train to Chicago (or at least St. Louis)&lt;br /&gt;- learn sign language&lt;br /&gt;- memorize all of James (2 chapters down!)&lt;br /&gt;- learn to sew&lt;br /&gt;- plant a garden (and take care of it)&lt;br /&gt;- travel abroad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-6086823255921540694?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/6086823255921540694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=6086823255921540694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6086823255921540694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/6086823255921540694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/wreckless-ambitions.html' title='wreckless ambitions'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5645395598226332122</id><published>2008-12-05T16:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:17:54.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to Poetry Writing</title><content type='html'>The semester is wrapping up... quite nicely, actually. Besides three finals in two weeks, I have relatively little to do (you know, besides study). So I'm relaxing, heading up to KC tomorrow to see Jenn (I'm excited), and slowly packing up my room to move off campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I started (and finished) a big project. This semester I'm taking Introduction to Poetry writing (ENGL463) with Jonathan Holden. So every two weeks we turn in a poem and then critique our classmates' poems. So I have this stack now of over100 poems (108 actually, so far) that I thought I might recycle. But shoot, most of these are perfectly good pieces of poetry, so Wednesday I started the tedious process of getting them all into Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I made a webpage. (In "blog" format because it's easiest). So for your reading enjoyment, I bring you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://introtopoetry463.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introduction to Poetry Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collection of poems from Jonathan Holden's Fall 2008 ENGL463 students. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;(You better enjoy it, because I spent a lot of hours putting it together!)   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/STmvCL4Ck6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/KiAIfIXXj-A/s1600-h/writing+thin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/STmvCL4Ck6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/KiAIfIXXj-A/s400/writing+thin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276440890523685794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5645395598226332122?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5645395598226332122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5645395598226332122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5645395598226332122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5645395598226332122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/introduction-to-poetry-writing.html' title='Introduction to Poetry Writing'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/STmvCL4Ck6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/KiAIfIXXj-A/s72-c/writing+thin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8964263231920208305</id><published>2008-12-02T15:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:49:24.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>transformed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;transformation&lt;/span&gt;: a growing awareness of God's holiness and a growing awareness of my sinfulness such that at every stage of my life, the cross is more beautiful to me; to cross is bigger to me; the work of Jesus is more staggering to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is transformation: Every moment of every day looking to Jesus to be everything for me that I cannot be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gospel transformation: coming to terms with my own death and finding new life in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to survival is going over and over the gospel message until it becomes the focal point of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reachkansascity.org/audio"&gt;Redeemer Fellowship - Kansas City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8964263231920208305?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8964263231920208305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8964263231920208305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8964263231920208305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8964263231920208305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/transformed.html' title='transformed'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-8346582334834061094</id><published>2008-12-01T19:27:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:25:18.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the silent storm inside my arms (revised)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(revised version, for ENGL463)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silent storm inside my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lightning struck where thunder failed to give warning;&lt;br /&gt;a harsh blow in springtime afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;We are all left&lt;br /&gt;with smoking trees&lt;br /&gt;and towers&lt;br /&gt;and TV antennas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where tall cliffs once stood straight and strong,&lt;br /&gt;the rocks now rest in a crumbling pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds stooped low and blinded out the sun,&lt;br /&gt;so I embraced the tempest as it mutely raged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steaming geysers release hot streams over rolling hills;&lt;br /&gt;cold rain falls on even the most beautiful of roses.&lt;br /&gt;The distant quake erupts without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;a shudder detectable only when you hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;and feel the shifting in the gentle breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breaking heart is still the beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;We'll pray on these tears for years,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll hold tight&lt;br /&gt;to the silent storm inside my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/STS4oCA0ElI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZKY9d-Od5Ic/s1600-h/girl+under+bear+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/STS4oCA0ElI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZKY9d-Od5Ic/s200/girl+under+bear+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275044061432255058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/STS4dp1qXDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/hxkMvFGqRIw/s1600-h/girl+under+bear+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-8346582334834061094?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/8346582334834061094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=8346582334834061094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8346582334834061094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/8346582334834061094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/12/silent-storm-inside-my-arms-revised.html' title='the silent storm inside my arms (revised)'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/STS4oCA0ElI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZKY9d-Od5Ic/s72-c/girl+under+bear+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-722687844103686326</id><published>2008-11-30T19:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:22:29.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the silent storm inside my arms</title><content type='html'>the silent storm inside my arms                   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(draft for ENGL463. still in progress.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a moment, break away&lt;br /&gt;hot tears pour like steaming geysers,&lt;br /&gt;rolling down heated hills without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;cold rain falls on even the most beautiful of roses,&lt;br /&gt;and distant thunder can shake steel foundations.&lt;br /&gt;a subtle quake erupts across weary expanses:&lt;br /&gt;the broken heart is still the beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;sharp light breaks instantaneously&lt;br /&gt;in the consuming shadows;&lt;br /&gt;the tumult bears down, but when ascending,&lt;br /&gt;just above the hanging clouds&lt;br /&gt;the stars shine brightest.&lt;br /&gt;the wind is mute against this raging tempest.&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray on these tears while holding tight&lt;br /&gt;to the silent storm inside my arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-722687844103686326?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/722687844103686326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=722687844103686326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/722687844103686326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/722687844103686326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/11/silent-storm-inside-my-arms.html' title='the silent storm inside my arms'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-5580805925972843483</id><published>2008-11-30T13:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:58:11.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>who is your god?</title><content type='html'>If someone asked me who or what I serve, of course I'd want to say, "God." I think they call that the "Sunday school answer": The answer you know is right but is not necessarily true when you look at your life. I was listening to a sermon by Wes Crawford from &lt;a href="http://reachkansascity.org/"&gt;Redeemer Fellowship&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://reachkansascity.org/audio"&gt;Worship &lt;/a&gt;as I drove back to Manhattan and I was confronted with these questions: Do I have idols in my life? Am I worshiping creation rather than the Creator? Is there anything in this world that if it were lacking might cause me to decide I can no longer be happy or life is not worth living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see idols of acceptance and control and worry and we become tolerant. It's okay for us to buy excessive amounts of clothing because we just want people to like us, and that's socially acceptable. Right? I think the sin that can often be the most dangerous is that which is socially acceptable, that which society looks at and excuses or justifies. Sometimes, they call it a disorder, as if putting that label on it will suddenly make it excusable. Now it's not your fault. Does this give you hope? Sin and idols have power by virtue of the satisfaction or justification they promise. They can't deliver on that promise but our belief that they can is what keeps us coming back to them over and over again. Apart from Christ, we are enslaved to these idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know what your idols are? Try asking yourself these questions. Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What do I worry about most?&lt;br /&gt;What, if I failed or lost it, would cause me to feel that I did not even want to live?&lt;br /&gt;What do I rely on or comfort myself with when things go bad or get difficult?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do to cope?&lt;br /&gt;What are my release valves?&lt;br /&gt;What do I think most easily about?&lt;br /&gt;What does my mind go to when I am free?&lt;br /&gt;What do I daydream about?&lt;br /&gt;What makes me feel the most self-worth?&lt;br /&gt;What am I the proudest of?&lt;br /&gt;What do I want to be known for?&lt;br /&gt;What do I really want and expect out of life?&lt;br /&gt;What would make me really happy?&lt;br /&gt;What is my hope for the future?&lt;br /&gt;How do I spend my time?&lt;br /&gt;How do I spend my money?&lt;br /&gt;What makes me angry?&lt;br /&gt;What circumstances are so important in my life than I cannot be happy without them?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Answer these questions and you will have found your god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gospel frees us from idolatry. I won't outline the whole sermon, but &lt;a href="http://reachkansascity.org/audio"&gt;check it out for yourself here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 John 5:19-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that we are children of God, and that the whole world is under the control of the evil one. We know also that the Son of God has come and has given us understanding, so that we may know him who is true. And we are in him who is true- even in his Son Jesus Christ. He is the true God and eternal life. Dear children, keep yourself from idols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-5580805925972843483?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/5580805925972843483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=5580805925972843483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5580805925972843483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/5580805925972843483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-is-your-god.html' title='who is your god?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-778557284347331357.post-7119020700974256789</id><published>2008-11-25T08:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:45:25.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SSwO3MKkdVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CHRu7Amcx4E/s1600-h/seven+blind+mice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SSwO3MKkdVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CHRu7Amcx4E/s400/seven+blind+mice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272605605065160018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember reading this book when I was little called "Seven Blind Mice" by Ed Young. It's a story about seven blind mice who discover something strange one day. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="style28"&gt;To figure out what it is, they take turns going out and exploring the matter. Then they come back and share what they have discovered. The Monday red mouse runs up and down the "strange thing's" leg and comes back saying, &lt;span class="style32"&gt;"It's a pillar."&lt;/span&gt; The Tuesday green mouse comes across the trunk and comes back saying it is&lt;span class="style32"&gt; "snake."&lt;/span&gt; The next, a &lt;span class="style32"&gt;"spear,"&lt;/span&gt; then a&lt;span class="style32"&gt; "great cliff,"&lt;/span&gt; then a &lt;span class="style32"&gt;"fan" (the ear)&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span class="style32"&gt;"rope" (the tail)&lt;/span&gt;. The last mouse goes out and feels the entire "strange something," back and forth, top to bottom, and all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The last mouse returns and exclaims, "It's an elephant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in Bible study we asked the question "Who is God?" After an hour, we had barely scratched the surface, discovering that our God is so beyond our comprehension (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 55:8&lt;/span&gt;) that we tend to see Him in smaller parts at the time, for the wholeness of him is too great for us to understand. In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exodus 3:14&lt;/span&gt;, God identifies himself as "I AM." [The Hebrew word YHWH (sometimes pronounced "yahweh"), which is the verb "to be."] God is so big that a single attribute fails to thoroughly define Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is it that God reveals parts of Himself to us in different ways, yet as a community of believers we experience them all. The same God who sees and provides (YHVH Yireh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:14&lt;/span&gt;) also is the Lord who makes holy (YHVH M'kadesh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ezekiel 37:28&lt;/span&gt;). In the Old Testament, the Hebrew word "Elohim" (or "Elohay") is used 2,300 times. It comes from the Hebrew word for "strength" or "power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with all attributes of God, but one that especially stands out to me is that God is approachable (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalms 145:18&lt;/span&gt;). God invites us to talk to Him. He invites us to be in a relationship with him... just as we are. We aren't required to get our acts together before approaching the throne of God. Come just as you are. We don't have to be holy or theologically correct; we can talk to God conversationally. He is loving and accepting when we go to Him, and when we can't find the words, that's okay because he understands every aspect of your situation including the past and future elements. And he gives us the Holy Spirit to communicate with God when we cannot find words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our relationships with other people, we get frustrated because we spend all of our time trying to express to others, "This is who I am, and this is how I feel." And people continually fail to understand us. God does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the seven blind mice, we can only see parts of God at a time. We can come together and share our experiences of Him to develop a greater picture of who our Lord is. We can piece together what He tells us about himself in his word and what he shows us in his creation. Like a blind mouse, I fail to see the whole picture. But every day is a new adventure, discovering the parts of my Creator and piecing them together to get a glimpse of something truly Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/778557284347331357-7119020700974256789?l=alyssareeves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/feeds/7119020700974256789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=778557284347331357&amp;postID=7119020700974256789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7119020700974256789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/778557284347331357/posts/default/7119020700974256789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssareeves.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-is-this-god.html' title='Who is this God?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/S9XZGUrHttI/AAAAAAAACLk/ym6F8l4LBg8/S220/Picture+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBXKm6aA0fA/SSwO3MKkdVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CHRu7Amcx4E/s72-c/seven+blind+mice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
