<?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-1921887703368872002</id><updated>2011-10-06T04:55:08.851-07:00</updated><category term='childhood memories'/><category term='children'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='camera'/><category term='news'/><category term='photography'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='God'/><category term='emergent church'/><category term='faithfulness'/><category term='community'/><category term='maternity'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='devotions'/><category term='Acts church'/><category term='Christian life'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='jr. high girls'/><category term='survey'/><category term='worship'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='God moments'/><category term='Africa'/><category term='fun'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='offerings'/><category term='friends'/><category term='funeral'/><title type='text'>Michetti Madness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-165569971693627119</id><published>2011-01-01T11:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:09:19.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WELCOME 2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdTd7-11_I/AAAAAAAADkk/qCf29fK6yI0/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdTd7-11_I/AAAAAAAADkk/qCf29fK6yI0/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559504038794745842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the velcro family that God has blessed me with. An amaizng kickoff  into a new year! Spent it with about 30 of our closest friends/family - laughing until our sides ached and closing up the night well into the dawn of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdT5s34w3I/AAAAAAAADks/hiKfgfmH_us/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdT5s34w3I/AAAAAAAADks/hiKfgfmH_us/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559504515775382386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdUSrleLBI/AAAAAAAADk0/jILhvf8u6hk/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdUSrleLBI/AAAAAAAADk0/jILhvf8u6hk/s200/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559504944926436370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdUSrleLBI/AAAAAAAADk0/jILhvf8u6hk/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdUloxXr0I/AAAAAAAADk8/7-0wFKbkQjk/s1600/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdUloxXr0I/AAAAAAAADk8/7-0wFKbkQjk/s200/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559505270588550978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-165569971693627119?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/165569971693627119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=165569971693627119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/165569971693627119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/165569971693627119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/TSdTd7-11_I/AAAAAAAADkk/qCf29fK6yI0/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6956042190575580982</id><published>2010-12-30T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:03:47.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it seriously 2011?</title><content type='html'>2010... where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I ever fully recovered time-wise from my February surgery because 2010 should most certainly not be over. But... it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy this year and have missed writing - but am back at it and even have a several writing goals this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has had its share of ups and downs, but as always, God is faithful and I am looking forward to the adventure that will continue over the next 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of 2010:&lt;br /&gt;- Major surgery kicked the year off in February. January was spent preparing for a full month of downtime. J took great care of me. Friends and family were amazing. Best part of recovery: lemon sorbet made by adorable little hands. Delish!&lt;br /&gt;- J graduated high school. I am still adjusting to having a young adult instead of a student. He is looking for a job/career path and is a bit anxious over this next stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;- Still leading a group of amazing girls that are rapidly growing into beautiful young women. They started 9th grade - making them high schoolers officially. I am truly blessed and challenged by all they teach me!&lt;br /&gt;- Velcro family camping trip in October was amazing. A big group of us headed north for a week and spent it relaxing, napping, eating, and playing Scattergories. Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;- Completed FPU and am on the path to becoming debt free. Love Dave Ramsey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up the year with 15 Christmas services over three campuses and headed in to 2011 just a little tired.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here we are - ready for a new year. So let's get into it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-6956042190575580982?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6956042190575580982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=6956042190575580982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6956042190575580982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6956042190575580982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-seriously-2011.html' title='Is it seriously 2011?'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-934166993948145064</id><published>2010-02-26T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:00:06.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooliris Photos Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI2NzI*MzA5NzExNCZwdD*xMjY3MjQzMjAxMDQxJnA9OTAyMDUxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;object id="ci_83277_o" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="248"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://apps.cooliris.com/embed/cooliris.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#121212" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="fv=ZmVlZD1hcGklM0ElMkYlMkZ3d3cuZmFjZWJvb2suY29tJTJGJTNGc2Vzc2lvbiUzRDc3ZmFmZDg4MDUxOWQ5ZWYxYWMwNTlhZS0xMjQxNzYyMTg2JTI2dXNlciUzRDEyNDE3NjIxODYlMjZrZXklM0RBJTI2YWxidW0lM0Q1MzMzMzI3OTc4MjgxNDgxMjg0JmJhY2tncm91bmRjb2xvcj0lMjMwMDAwMDAmYmFja2dyb3VuZGltYWdlPWh0dHAlM0ElMkYlMkZ3d3cuY29vbGlyaXMuY29tJTJGeW91cnNpdGUlMkZleHByZXNzJTJGYnVpbGRlciUyRmltYWdlcyUyRnRoZW1lcyUyRnN0YXJzLmpwZyZzdHlsZT1kYXJrJmdsb3djb2xvcj0lMjNGRkZGRkY=" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque" /&gt;&lt;embed id="ci_83277_e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://apps.cooliris.com/embed/cooliris.swf" width="400" height="248" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" bgColor="#121212" flashvars="fv=ZmVlZD1hcGklM0ElMkYlMkZ3d3cuZmFjZWJvb2suY29tJTJGJTNGc2Vzc2lvbiUzRDc3ZmFmZDg4MDUxOWQ5ZWYxYWMwNTlhZS0xMjQxNzYyMTg2JTI2dXNlciUzRDEyNDE3NjIxODYlMjZrZXklM0RBJTI2YWxidW0lM0Q1MzMzMzI3OTc4MjgxNDgxMjg0JmJhY2tncm91bmRjb2xvcj0lMjMwMDAwMDAmYmFja2dyb3VuZGltYWdlPWh0dHAlM0ElMkYlMkZ3d3cuY29vbGlyaXMuY29tJTJGeW91cnNpdGUlMkZleHByZXNzJTJGYnVpbGRlciUyRmltYWdlcyUyRnRoZW1lcyUyRnN0YXJzLmpwZyZzdHlsZT1kYXJrJmdsb3djb2xvcj0lMjNGRkZGRkY=" wmode="opaque"&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/1921887703368872002-934166993948145064?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/934166993948145064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=934166993948145064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/934166993948145064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/934166993948145064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/cooliris-photos-wall.html' title='Cooliris Photos Wall'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-946905160379117054</id><published>2010-01-10T23:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:15:30.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving beyond Fear</title><content type='html'>Fear was the hot topic of conversation today - across several circles. It's always interesting to watch God connect seemingly unrelated things...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." (Marianne Williamson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if God has created me to do something incredible? To be a part of something bigger than I ever imagined? What if those dreams of doing something that really meant something weren't really dreams at all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally agree with the quote by Marianne Williamson. We are not afraid to live a simple, ineffective life - there is some perceived safety in that. It's not even the fear of the unknown that really keeps people from jumping in. It might be the fear of making mistakes that causes us to hesitate at times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think the paralyzing fear that we all face is that realization that we were made in God's image- which means the potential for Him to use us in amazing ways is unlimited. The power that comes from being His is unsurpassed. That kind of limitless possibilities cripples people. Why would we fear being used?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of Austin Gutwein - a kid who has made an eternal impact in thousands, if not millions of lives because he dove in and allowed God to take his dream to help kids with AIDS. He did not fear to live and he did not fear to be powerful. He may not have realized the power of impact that was coming as he embarked on his journey - but I think deep down, once we claim our place in His kingdom, we all realize there's a potential to be powerful. As Christians, we all have the ability to leave a powerful mark on this world - a powerful mark in the life of one... or in the lives of millions - but either way, there's power when we allow Him to go before us in our journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't live in fear. Fear and faith cannot live in the same heart. So what path will I choose today? I choose faith and I choose to live a powerful life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive - the risk to be alive and express what we really are." (Don Miguel Ruiz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-946905160379117054?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/946905160379117054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=946905160379117054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/946905160379117054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/946905160379117054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-beyond-fear.html' title='Moving beyond Fear'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5222130026603485695</id><published>2010-01-01T22:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:44:17.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: A Year in Review</title><content type='html'>I much prefer to recap my year in pictures, but for today, a word recap will have to do. After multiple computer switches, my photos are in multiple places and I've yet gotten them back into an easy accesible place. That is on my to-do this month though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009...what a year. It had all the potential to be one of the worst, but it's actually ended up being one of the best. I had lunch with a dear friend the other day and she couldn't help commenting how alive and good I looked and seemed. I have to say - I agree. I have never felt so alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of the year was kicked off with divorce papers being filed after a 13 month separation. There's lots of depressing details on that journey...but the positive out of it all is that when my faith was tested and my obedience challenged - I clung to my faith and the assurance that God was there with me through this entire journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My role at work continued to evolve and change and I have loved it. It's challenging and often overwhelming - but I have learned more in past 12 months than I have in my entire life. I have been mentored, poured into and developed like never before. I have a team of family that has played a critical role in my life the past year and I love them.. especially in their brutal but loving honesty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J has continued to develop into an incredible young man. Senior year has held lots of challenges - questions about what comes next, wondering where he fits in this world. Some dreams have died a painful death while others are starting to come to light. There are just five months left of high school... So much to be determined... so much still to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer J and I spent two weeks in Michigan and Indiana for Gram's 90th birthday. It was a wonderful time with family. Some I hadn't seen in 20 years - so what a delight to reconnect. Facebook has added another opportunity to get to know family and build relationships. It's been wonderful to get to know aunts, uncles, and cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My health has been an ongoing challenge this year. Diverticulitis landed me in the hospital for 9 days in May and it's been an ongoing battle ever since. Repeat infections, but thankfully no add'l hospital visits. The year is ending with a surgery scheduled for Feb. 1 for a colon resection. I'm not looking forward to it... at all. But the ongoing pain, duration of antibiotics and all the other risks of repeat infections have led to the decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most energizing aspects of my year has been the growth of my photography business. I was able to photograph another wedding in February and the past six months have allowed me opportunities for portraits, family sittings, commerical shots, and live venues. I've learned so much about me and my style, my preferences, my strengths and my weaknesses. I know I have so much still to learn, and I am excited to see where 2010 continues to take the business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been quite a year. I am not the same woman I was. I am stronger, more confident, energized, challenged, and alive. I have been shown that when you give yourself away is when you become more alive. And I plan on continuing to join God in the adventure He is laying out for me daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring it on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5222130026603485695?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5222130026603485695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5222130026603485695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5222130026603485695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5222130026603485695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-year-in-review.html' title='2009: A Year in Review'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3461487201788789254</id><published>2009-11-15T22:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:19:26.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Generously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SwDdMfgj2fI/AAAAAAAADbY/SWk0un7aFvE/s1600/IMG_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SwDdMfgj2fI/AAAAAAAADbY/SWk0un7aFvE/s320/IMG_0818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404562759530830322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How will you respond when faced with a need? This weekend at Central, we were all faced with that question. The sermon, Subconscience: Give Generously. We all want to be known as generous and giving - but at the core of most of us is a selfish nature. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be known as a generous person. I want to be known as someone that shares, gives, and loves without expectations. But it's a challenge. Inside is a selfishness that battles with that want - and often it's fierce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, there was no battle. Today, our senior pastor, Cal Jernigan, presented a message on giving generously. One point that sticks with me, "We are never more like God than when we are giving."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be known as generous, but even more, I want to be known as godly - someone that loves God and loves people. i want to follow the example Christ left for me - and to give without thought of return; without thought of what I might get out of it. Today was a day to act on that desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a need in our community for shoes. Central's ACTS ministry, which serves the homeless in our area, needs sneakers/comfortable shoes. The Dream Center in Phoenix helps people get off the streets and find employment - so they have a need for business type shoes. So today, the challenge was issued in the form of a call to action - act today by leaving your shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And leave our shoes we did... An amazing experience to witness and be part of. I was able to take photographs during the service, which just topped the weekend for me. To be able to document how God moved in that place today and last night was a true blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SwDgrpViyJI/AAAAAAAADbg/jTBSoOEyeRg/s320/IMG_0874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404566593279805586" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-3461487201788789254?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3461487201788789254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3461487201788789254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3461487201788789254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3461487201788789254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-generously.html' title='Giving Generously...'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SwDdMfgj2fI/AAAAAAAADbY/SWk0un7aFvE/s72-c/IMG_0818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-7631680082877445145</id><published>2009-10-14T22:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:02:48.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet...</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty quiet from blog-world lately...&lt;div&gt;Tons going on and tons to process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont feel like I've ever really regrouped since my hospital stay in May... probably because I'm not officially "recovered" or cleared by a doctor, so that weighs on my mind a lot. The what-if's and potential surgery is a huge fear. I need to schedule my follow-up scan (due this month), but the thought of drinking one more ounce of barium... well.. the thought makes ill. I drank so much of that stuff from April-July that I was probably glowing (remember that kid from Sky High?? - yeah that's probably me.. LOL)...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J headed back to school - senior year. Huge sigh. Heavy heart. I've been battling the educational system for so long - I'm just tired. But I realized in August, as classes kicked back into gear, that this is not the time to slow down or stop fighting. This kid is not prepared - so it's back to battling special education processes that really don't exist in any comprehendable format - arguing with overworked and understaffed teachers about classes and why no solid academics in a senior year just doesn't make sense. What post-graduation life will hold for this kid, I have no idea. Prayers right now are for direction for me, for him, and for something to click... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been quiet as there's just been a lot to process and figure out the past few months.&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/1921887703368872002-7631680082877445145?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7631680082877445145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=7631680082877445145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7631680082877445145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7631680082877445145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiet.html' title='Quiet...'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3608014677274282623</id><published>2009-08-01T10:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:57:52.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Holes and Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Question: How does a girl who falls no, actually she jumps ... Eyes open, down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos come out the other end unchanged? The answer. She doesn't. See, I know, because that girl is me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I was flipping through the television channels this morning and heard this opening line to a movie and instantly related it to the last 9 months of my life. Last November our team moved over and merged with another department. There were unknowns and pre-conceived notions, but a lot of excitement mixed in with it too. Roles were changed, positions moved, expectations high. My role doesn't even remotely resemble what I was doing 9 months ago - and I love it. I was dropped into a world that I knew nothing about. Concepts flew over my head, terms went in one ear and out the other - quite literally I jumped into a rabbit hole and plummeted into the world of "media and production".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I have been stretched, prodded, poked, and pushed - emerging with new knowledge and changed. I have been invested in, poured into, challenged, tested, supported and encouraged. I have added friends and family. I have emerged, full of new knowledge, full of new confidence and completely changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Our team is simply put... amazing. I look around at the people that God has placed on this team, at this time and I can't imagine working with a better group. The skill sets is varied and we have strengths balancing weaknesses. We work beautifully together and support each other through good days and bad. In a time where expectations are high, goals are lofty, and timelines are short - God is working. God is moving in this place and in this team - we just need to stay out of His way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Staying out of His way has never been more clear to me than watching Him change me through my teammates. I have to be willing to hear His voice through their words - to hear His challenges through those around me - and to move myself out of the way and allow Him to finish His work in me.&lt;/span&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/1921887703368872002-3608014677274282623?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3608014677274282623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3608014677274282623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3608014677274282623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3608014677274282623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/08/rabbit-holes-and-changing.html' title='Rabbit Holes and Changing'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-8994605928291271056</id><published>2009-07-14T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:09:32.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial by Fire (or sweat)</title><content type='html'>Wacky Battles Slimed was in full swing of day number two tonight. I think it was the air of wackiness that got to Holden and me, because while sitting in pre-service prep, we decided to switch production roles. He was serving as Technical Director (TD), which runs the switch that puts elements out to the live service, and I was serving as the Computer Graphics (CG) person -which feeds the elements to the TD. The roles are very different and there's lots of little nuggets of information you absorb to run either one. Well we gave each other the crash course in about 30 minutes and proceeded to wipe our sweaty palms on one another "for luck" to kick off the service at 10 seconds out. What a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the VBS program is a lot slower running than a typical weekend service, so what better place to just dive in and learn! And thankfully I had a very patient Director (you're the best Papia!) who gave us an environment to learn in. There was lots more focused silence than normal (apparently me having to completely concentrate is a good thing for those that typically have to listen to me yap *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I love this role - something new, different, and completely challenging thrown my way. Not sure I'm ready for a live weekend service - but hey... there's 3 more days of VBS left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-8994605928291271056?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8994605928291271056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=8994605928291271056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8994605928291271056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8994605928291271056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/07/trial-by-fire-or-sweat.html' title='Trial by Fire (or sweat)'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5920513837506796136</id><published>2009-07-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:01:43.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick catch-up</title><content type='html'>Not wanting to make the one-post wonder blogs (or the "where the heck did they go" blog forum), I decided I should get back to posting. It has been a crazy busy few months. Started a new role at work, which I absolutely love -but the learning curve was huge. I finally feel like my feet are beneath me again (even though there's still lots more to learn), and a routine is returning once again to my life... ok routine - never for me - but as close as I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with the media crew at a mega church is non-stop action. It's fun, challenging, ever-changing, full of lessons... the list goes on. I love change and mixing things up, so this change in role has been ideal for me. I've gotten great leadership and instruction on so many aspects of the media, marketing and production world. I feel incredibly blessed to work with such an amazing group of people. I might be a bit biased, but our team is definitely the best :) I love stepping back sometimes and watching how we all work together. There is definitely a sense of family, a huge sense of loyalty to one another and for covering one another's backs when the projects seem to grow and grow. But the best part is how much we laugh together. I think you have to in the environment we live/work in, day in and day out. There is a great deal going on - all the time. Without the laughter, it would sure be a challenge to stay energized. So it's a good thing we have an amazing crew that loves to hoot and howl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a bit of what's been going on. Also just got back from a 10-day stay in Michigan, which was wonderful. Saw tons of family, laughed, caught up and celebrated Gram's 90th birthday. It was a wonderful time. But I think I'm ready for a vacation that doesn't involve working, party prep or cloudy days. Hmmm.... hawaiian beaches seem to be calling my name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5920513837506796136?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5920513837506796136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5920513837506796136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5920513837506796136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5920513837506796136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-catch-up.html' title='A quick catch-up'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6413301948031654140</id><published>2009-06-26T18:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:26:43.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K-1945 GPS system</title><content type='html'>The alarm blared at 3:30 a.m. this morning... should anyone really be up at this hour after not hitting the pillow until after 12?? I think not... but I am. Gotta pick up the boy and mom by 4:30 to catch a 6 am flight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This after a week of turmoil and uncertainty if I was even going to be allowed to fly (and avoid another hospital stint due to a recurring infection). Huge relief when dr called and said "I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be ok if I stay on the antibiotics." Good enough for me - off to Michigan I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.5 hours later and we hit the ground, and headed for our car at Avis - who proceeded to try and upsell us on everything under the sun. A cute, white Pontiac G6 is ours for the next 10 days. Avis offered a GPS system, but after finding out adding a second driver would cost us $11 per day, we decided we knew our way around enough to make do. Mom assured me she knew the way... HA - insert the newest GPS system of K-1945. This would be my mom. Instead of a pleasant "Turn right in .5 miles", I got "slow... i think this might be the street - um... not sure... turn and let's see... nope - turn around." next street - same thing.. next-yep - another 180 headed our way. It was hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful for family time, laughter and vacations together. The rest of the fam shows up later this week for my gram's 90th birthday. Can't wait - it's been 15 years since I've seen most of them... Should be a riot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-6413301948031654140?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6413301948031654140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=6413301948031654140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6413301948031654140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6413301948031654140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/06/k-1945-gps-system.html' title='K-1945 GPS system'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5429188501829915233</id><published>2009-04-07T21:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:41:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God sightings</title><content type='html'>One of the things I really enjoy about our staff meetings is people sharing their God sightings - how God is working/moving/changing lives in our congregation. We had many shared this morning, but one was rolling around in my head to share and just didn't get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a young man who has been serving with our production team. An fantastic kid of 21 or so years old, we've had several conversations and he's just enjoyable to talk with. Last night on FB he messaged me and we ended up having a great conversation about prayer and when is a prayer selfish and when does God just desire for us to share our hearts, our wants, our hopes and our dreams. I miss conversations like that! I miss chatting with a non or young believer and being challenged to pull from my foundations, challenged to dig deep into my knowledge of the Word. I need to find more opportunities for that. Too often other things take priority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I do get to have some conversations on a regular basis. Times like these and each week with my group of jr. high girls. I leave wednesday nights feeling energized and invigorated - connected and challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing God work through people. I love being challenged to growth by Him through others and I love how He communicates at times in some of the most unlikely ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5429188501829915233?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5429188501829915233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5429188501829915233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5429188501829915233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5429188501829915233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-sightings.html' title='God sightings'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5534773128864167053</id><published>2009-03-30T20:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:18:23.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not much to say</title><content type='html'>I haven't had much to write about lately - or rather, I just haven't felt like writing. It's been a tumultuous couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was horrible. Central had to off about 15 people. It's hard in any environment when people are let go strictly because of finances, but in our work, this is family. It's brutal. My heart hurt for leadership that had to make the decisions. I watched it literally wreck the hearts of leaders on our team. It was an emotionally exhausting day... I know God has a plan and I've seen it working out time and time again in these families. Their faithfulness and obedience are incredible to watch and be a part of. But it's also frustrating to realize the lack of obedience of God's people is really where all this rests. Times are hard, but the bulk of our body is not living in poverty and the reality is if our entire congregation tithed at poverty level, our budget would go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't enough emotional factor in the week, my divorce was final on Thursday. Actually, we just had our hearing on Thursday and the docs will actually get signed by the judge today and mailed back to us. It was just bizarre; anti-climatic for sure. Go in - sign some papers - leave with "have a good day." 13 years of marrriage ended with "have a good day." Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stage of life - here I come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5534773128864167053?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5534773128864167053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5534773128864167053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5534773128864167053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5534773128864167053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-much-to-say.html' title='not much to say'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-7109715496398528530</id><published>2009-03-02T21:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:44:19.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is your deepest fear?" Coach Carter</title><content type='html'>I love this quote from the movie, Coach Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our dark that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you.We are all meant to shine as children do. Its not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsiously give other people to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. Sir I just wanna say thank you . . . You saved my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- said by Timo Cruz in Coach Carter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-7109715496398528530?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7109715496398528530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=7109715496398528530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7109715496398528530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7109715496398528530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-your-deepest-fear-coach-carter.html' title='&quot;What is your deepest fear?&quot; Coach Carter'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-8873006384846667478</id><published>2009-02-16T20:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:41:50.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Hall, A Summons to New Orleans, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled across this quote tonight and it just stuck. How often do we get caught up in details, busyness, stress, etc.? I know I do. But how simple our directive really is: Look, Listen, Choose, Act. We hear it in church as "love God, love people", and in essence it's no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love people you have to look. You have to see them, see their pain, see their hurt, see their need and in order to see it - you have to be looking. You also have to be listening. Listening to God, what people are telling you, and to what they're not telling you. It's not that difficult because most people just want to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've done that, you have to choose. You have to choose between action or inaction; between doing or not doing; between loving or not loving. I used to see a lot of grey areas, but the more I examine the directives from God, I see things as do or don't, less middle ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not actively loving someone - am I hating them? We take definitions to the extreme and want to say No. But what is it really to not like - to not love? Is it not hate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see a need and don't act - is there a simplicity there? I don't think so. If I encounter someone who is hurting but don't look or listen, am I really living? What is life if we're not here for each other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-8873006384846667478?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8873006384846667478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=8873006384846667478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8873006384846667478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8873006384846667478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/02/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3103545551200865795</id><published>2009-02-04T21:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:44:44.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Beauty</title><content type='html'>For I am fearfully and wonderfully made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the topic verse of our girls small group tonight. What a great discussion we had! We talked about society's view of beauty, our own view of beauty, and God's view of beauty. We tossed around why we want our outer appearance to represent what's inside and to bring our best to God. We are his vessels - how does that impact our appearance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so awesome to share their thoughts and to see them actually thinking about allowing their inner beauty to shine on the outside. Not pursuing beauty because society tells us it looks this way or our culture tells us it should be that way - but seeing ourselves as God sees us and honoring him in our appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff. I LOVE these girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-3103545551200865795?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3103545551200865795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3103545551200865795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3103545551200865795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3103545551200865795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/02/inner-beauty.html' title='Inner Beauty'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-7436707997055726970</id><published>2009-02-03T21:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:30:23.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchestrations of God</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so befuddled by events of life that you can only take baby steps in faith, knowing that God is in control and that hopefully somehow, in some way, He will make the confusion clear and show how He is working? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had several instances of this in my life. Sometimes the confusion clears and God's handiwork becomes obvious, but sometimes this hasn't necessarily been true. I may have been assured that God was at work, but He didn't necessarily provide the answers I was looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking back and seeing God's handiwork. More than that, I love getting through a trial or temptation, trusting God and feeling like He stops for a moment, gazes at me in Fatherly love and simply says, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well done&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-7436707997055726970?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7436707997055726970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=7436707997055726970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7436707997055726970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7436707997055726970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/02/orchestrations-of-god.html' title='Orchestrations of God'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1424056432358136692</id><published>2009-01-31T06:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:01:23.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six 13yo reminders of self</title><content type='html'>I have six 12-13 year old girls. God led me to step into a leadership role with a junior high small group last fall and I'm so glad I did. These girls are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, early, God woke me with thoughts of them. And I began to see how He is ministering to me through them. I understand how He wants me to lead them, to speak into their lives in love and discipleship. Each one of these girls reminds me of my own 13yo self in some way, and some in so many ways. As I watch them, grow with them, and lead them I know He has plans to use my life and choices I made based on some of those reminder qualities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls:&lt;br /&gt;KD-independent, unique and marching to her own drummer. Could've been born in the 60s with her hippie tendencies. Gets lost in books. I wasn't quite that obsessive about books, but loved leaving my everyday existence to go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NR-the baby of our group. Immature in some areas, but wise beyond her years in others. Afer not adjusting to jr.high life very well, she made the decision to go back to 6th grade last fall. She basically held herself back because she knew she wasn't ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB-athletic, fun-loving, strong and so family oriented. A natural beauty and comfortable in who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP-funny, caring, sensitive, and encouraging to others. Beautiful and sometimes suprisingly confident. Other times struggling to find where she fits or is reserved in sharing herself. But when she shares - she just glows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ-Our quiet one, until she gets in the right surroundings. Reserved, but a follower and will break out of her shell when led by our stronger ones. The quietness is a hold as she waits for approval or acceptance, and then she blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LC-firecracker.The opposite of all the other girls! Loud, demanding at times, dramatic, insecure. Keeps her real self and feelings hidden. Puts on a tough exterior, but inside is absolutely craving acceptance for the simple things about herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these girls. Literally my heart swells when I think about them. Thoughts of leading them well are always on my mind. Thoughts of teaching them how not to learn lessons the hard way - how to keep the qualities of themselves that shine for God and not allow them to get trampled out by the world and its expectations or desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God..&lt;br /&gt;This age is such a transition time - changes, opportunities, growth. Keep my heart in tune with yours, my words in align with yours, and my ear to your leading and promptings always at the forefront.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-1424056432358136692?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1424056432358136692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1424056432358136692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1424056432358136692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1424056432358136692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/six-13yo-reminders-of-self.html' title='Six 13yo reminders of self'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1525663439062746885</id><published>2009-01-25T20:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:56:59.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Pillars of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The five pillars of success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. See (really see) what's possible&lt;br /&gt;2. Know specifically what you want to achieve&lt;br /&gt;3. Make good decisions&lt;br /&gt;4. Understand the tactics to get things done and to change minds&lt;br /&gt;5. Earn the trust and respect of the people around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend posted this on his facebook. I really enjoyed the perspective and thought he put into writing it. Just some food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-1525663439062746885?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1525663439062746885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1525663439062746885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1525663439062746885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1525663439062746885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-pillars-of-success.html' title='The Five Pillars of Success'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-4791315124667814486</id><published>2009-01-23T21:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:35:59.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a heavenly court</title><content type='html'>Job 1:6-7&lt;br /&gt;One day the members of the heavenly court came to present themselves before the Lord, and the Accuser, Satan,[b] came with them.  “Where have you come from?” the Lord asked Satan. Satan answered the Lord, “I have been patrolling the earth, watching everything that’s going on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened when members of the heavenly court came to present themselves? And how interesting that satan was able to come and present himself with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-4791315124667814486?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4791315124667814486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=4791315124667814486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4791315124667814486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4791315124667814486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/heavenly-court.html' title='a heavenly court'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-4805217706077254958</id><published>2009-01-23T20:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:46:46.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting traditions</title><content type='html'>Genesis 47:29&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand under my thigh and swear that you will treat me with unfailing love by honoring this last request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the significance of placing his hand under his thigh? Just interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-4805217706077254958?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4805217706077254958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=4805217706077254958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4805217706077254958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4805217706077254958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/interesting-traditions.html' title='Interesting traditions'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1538816010745632887</id><published>2009-01-14T20:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:08:43.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Hungry Kids, Stuffed Church</title><content type='html'>My friend Audrey posted this on her blog and it's so powerful, so important, and so relevant that I feel a need to post as well. America's church needs to be awakened, and prompted to action. Christ asks for it, expects it, requires it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VY1VhSFOn8E&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VY1VhSFOn8E&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/1921887703368872002-1538816010745632887?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1538816010745632887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1538816010745632887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1538816010745632887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1538816010745632887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/hungry-kids-stuffed-church.html' title='Hungry Kids, Stuffed Church'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-8071895833982360287</id><published>2009-01-12T21:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:01:58.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offerings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Aromatic Worship</title><content type='html'>Genesis 35:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-1026" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; Jacob set up a stone pillar to mark the place where God had spoken to him. Then he poured wine over it as an offering to God and anointed the pillar with olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer God so little. A few minutes of prayer, quick devotion or time in Scripture, a tithe, financial offerings. But the Old Testament is filled with gifts of animal sacrifice (as required in the Old Testament), incense, oil, and here of Jacob offering wine. Think of the aromas of these sacrifices: olive oil and herbs, sweet wine, even the smell of the sacrificial fires. I think this gives us insight into God and what makes Him smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a sermon online that had this to say about offerings:&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask the             question, what kind of offerings does God want? What kinds of             offerings does God desire? What kind of offerings does the true God,             who created the heavens and the earth, the true God of Abraham,             Isaac and Jacob, the true God who raised Jesus from the dead, what             kind of offerings does this true God want from you and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;             &lt;/o:p&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what             today’s Scripture is all about. The Apostle Paul writes, “I             appeal to you therefore, brothers and sisters, present your bodies             as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God which is spiritual             worship.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what role this variety of offerings should play in my worship of the Lord, but I think I'm missing the mark when they aren't diverse, aren't aromatic, or become so routine that they cease to be a time of special worship between me and my Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-8071895833982360287?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8071895833982360287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=8071895833982360287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8071895833982360287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8071895833982360287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/aromatic-worship.html' title='Aromatic Worship'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-2080479710650946844</id><published>2009-01-10T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:22:03.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting God where He meets me</title><content type='html'>Genesis 28:22&lt;br /&gt;And this memorial pillar I have set up will become a place for worshiping God, and I will present to God a tenth of everything he gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditions. Something our culture, overall, lacks. Traditions in the Old Testament included God in so many ways. As simple as this gesture by Jacob - setting up a memorial where God came to him in a dream, to remember what he had been told/promised. We don't do enough of this. We don't keep a history of where God shows up. We don't create places to meet Him where He has met us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, I love the idea of journaling my prayers so that years from now I can come back to them and revisit how God answered them. But the reality is I find it very difficult to maintain a habit of journaling. The times I have - I love coming back to those books and reading what I wrote; reading how God was working in my life. So why is it so difficult to continue that process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is my new outlet for what God is teaching me. It's a way for me to record what He is showing me and teaching me in an easily referrable format. It's also fun for me to get feedback from others as they read some of my thoughts to see how God is impacting them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little nugget today: "Jacob was still talking with them when Rachel arrived with her father’s flock, for she was a shepherd." (Genesis 29:9) Did you catch it? Or was it just suprising to me? Rachel was a shepherd. I never knew that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-2080479710650946844?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2080479710650946844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=2080479710650946844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2080479710650946844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2080479710650946844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/meeting-god-where-he-meets-me.html' title='Meeting God where He meets me'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5378783609389529543</id><published>2009-01-08T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:21:46.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Obedience</title><content type='html'>1 Some time later, God tested Abraham’s faith. “Abraham!” God called. “Yes,” he replied. “Here I am.” 2 “Take your son, your only son—yes, Isaac, whom you love so much—and go to the land of Moriah. Go and sacrifice him as a burnt offering on one of the mountains, which I will show you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mom of an only son, I can only imagine the thoughts that Abraham had when God tested his obedience by calling for the sacrifice of his son. There was no arguing, no debating, no whining - God tested Abraham and Abraham was obedient. His obedience that called for the ultimate sacrifice, but Abraham was willing. He loved and feared God so much, that there wasn't a question about whether he would do what God had asked. To have such a faith! I wrestle at times with just the simple things God asks me to do - forgiving someone who has hurt me, stepping out when I'm not sure what comes next, or wrestling to have things my way. Not Abraham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one common theme I'm taking away from Scripture as I read right now - the obedience of His people. Move here, drop this, don't wed these people - wed only from these, leave here and go there, sacrifice what you know for the unknown. The list goes on and on. Why is it so hard for me? I know I'm not the only one that struggles with this type of obedience - but picture for a moment what that kind of obedience might look like in our society today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God's people really listened for and to God - and actually did what He asked. I seriously have a hard time imaginging what that might look like. Just one simple statistic continues to blow my mind. Over Christmas our church played the following video. Watch it and think about how obedience could completely alter our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obedience. It's not simple, but it's life-altering, barrier-shattering, God-honoring, and world-changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5378783609389529543?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5378783609389529543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5378783609389529543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5378783609389529543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5378783609389529543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/faith-and-obedience.html' title='Faith and Obedience'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-4914344833623908759</id><published>2009-01-06T21:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:10:07.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder when I think we've gone downhill</title><content type='html'>Genesis 18-21&lt;br /&gt;A reality check. There are times I am literally speechless over the degrading morals in our country. This morning as I drove into work, I was scanning stations for a song and ended up landing on a dj talk portion of the show on 104.7 (I think). This is a station I know my jr. high girls listen to all the time. This segment was called something "second date". Basic set-up - a guy and a girl have a great first date, but then the guy bails with no explanation as to why there was no second date. The girl calls in, gives her synopsis of the first date, then the dj's call the guy to find out what gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young college girl from NAU was the caller this morning. She starts with this story about Christmas, going to a party, drinking and a guy she had no interest in during high school (because of how nerdy he was) is suddenly Mr Thing because he looks so good now. (By her mannerisms, I'm thinking all of a year has elapsed between high school and college life). She goes on and on about how they connected, drinking, left the party to have filiberto's, then went back to his house becuase his parents were gone. She continually eludes to "hooking up" which the dj is interpreting as kissing, but as I'm listening I'm thinking he's missing it. This girl has done more than some smooching. She talks about how she's hooked up with guys because she's been bored, but this is so much more than that. End of story - he doesn't come see her at NAU like he said he would. I was listening, a little stunned at the casualness of this conversation wih perfect strangers to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what goes on to stun me more is the response she gets from these three djs (two guys, one gal). One is actually asking her what's wrong with her face because that's why the guy's not calling. He asks are about what she's insecure about when she looks in the mirror, etc. But the second dj sums it up with "so you're at a party with a guy where drinks are free, he buys you some filibertos, and he's rewarded with mattress mambo. So, for the price of free drinks, $6 dinner and 3 hours of time he gets mattress mambo." This girl is just not getting it! It's horrifying to listen to because dj one goes on to ask how strong was this connection. Girl's response "It was intense! I mean, I think I love him." Wow. My heart ached for the life this girl must lead and how she must feel - or if she doesn't feel it now, how she'll one day feel when she wakes up and realizes how she's treated herself. I turned off the radio, said a prayer for her and headed in to work, honestly still a little stunned over the whole on-air conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story of the angels visiting Sodom and Gomorrah never ceases to amaze me more. These two angels go to a city as male visitors, where a stranger, Lot, befriends them and takes them into the protective walls of his home. He knows the city he's living in is brutally bad. Scripture goes on to tell us that every man, young and old, in the city comes and surounds Lot's house, demanding that he send out the two strangers so they can have sex with them. What?! As bad as I think this radio conversation was, this is so much more appalling. How does a town get so emeshed in sin that every male goes to a home to basically rape visitors? If this is just one example of what was going on in these places, it's really not shocking to see God's response of total destruction. This place needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me wonder. How did this place get so sinful? Did it start with conversations on a street corner that resembled the one I heard today? Or with boundaries of what's acceptable to talk about or see getting pushed every day? Sometimes I am literally amazed and what gets shown and/or said on tv. Amazed. Since when is that ok? In a professing "Christian" nation, how does God get removed? How does it get to where we are and where we continue to head? If true Christians found their voices and refused to bend to be "normal" in this culture - would things change? Or, like Sodom and Gomorrah, are the Lots of our society just waiting to get rescued?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-4914344833623908759?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4914344833623908759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=4914344833623908759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4914344833623908759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4914344833623908759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminder-when-i-think-weve-gone.html' title='A reminder when I think we&apos;ve gone downhill'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3075416372405694066</id><published>2009-01-05T21:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:10:09.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wisteria Lane of Canaan</title><content type='html'>I don't watch Desperate Households, but I imagine that Abram and Sarai may have been part of their own little wisteria lane back in the day. At times, what a kooky couple!  The plans these two come up with gives us, I think, a little glimpse into how far we humans will go to get our way, to achieve our desires, or to meet our timeframes, regardless of what God's timing may be or His plans may be. I know I've devised some not-so-sensible plans in my past to try to get things to work out the way I wanted them and in the timeframe I wanted them - this one just seems so out there every time I read it (Genesis 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram is the first with the devious scheme of pretending to be Sarai's brother instead of husband. At first glimpse, it seems sensible that he wouldn't want to be killed, so he says, let's pretend and they'll treat us well. But he goes so far as to give her away as a bride! He gets rich and Sarai was given in marriage to Pharaoh. God disapproves, sends some plagues and Pharaoh gives them the boot. It's curious - how long did this facade go on? What was Abram thinking all this time? Was it ok because he was able to build his herds and his wealth? Or was he suffering because of this decision he made to pretend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to Sarai and her incredulous plan. I can't imagine offering another woman to my husband because of an inability to have children, but given the backdrop of the times, the culture, the importance of bearing children in those days, I can begin to imagine how Sarai felt and what prompted her to offer Hagar to her husband Abram. I am sure Sarai had to lay her pride aside in order to implement this plan. Imagine how she must've felt the night (or nights) she sent her husband to her maid. There were no insights or special equipment to get the timing just right. So what are the odds this wasn't a one shot deal? Scripture tells us that this arrangement was made ten years after Abram settled in Canaan. I couldn't find anything that indicated his age when he settled in this area, but he was 86 when Ishmael was born. So, makes you wonder if this went on for weeks, months or maybe even years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Sarai, I've had plans backfire because I wasn't willing to listen and follow God's leading; or because I was impatient and wanted things my way and in my timing. But a life of pretend is such a foreign concept to me. Living day in and day out in a world that isn't true - I really can't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Abram was faithful to God and was rewarded for his faith and obedience. Which tells me, regardless of our scheming, our planning, and our failures - God is looking at our hearts. And He is willing to forgive. Even those times we try to take the reigns from Him - just as long as we give them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-3075416372405694066?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3075416372405694066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3075416372405694066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3075416372405694066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3075416372405694066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-roi.html' title='The Wisteria Lane of Canaan'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-8242274347132135464</id><published>2009-01-03T22:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:48:52.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another intriguing pattern hiding among the lists of descendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-239" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The descendants of Javan were Elishah, Tarshish, Kittim, and Rodanim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-240" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their descendants became the seafaring peoples that spread out to various lands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;each identified by its own language, clan, and national identity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-These were the descendants of Ham, identified by clan, language, territory, and national identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eber had two sons. The first was named Peleg (which means “division”), for during his lifetime the people of the world were divided into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different language groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the nations of the earth descended from these clans&lt;/span&gt; after the great flood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversity&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of races and languages. It fascinates me because when the ark landed on the top of Mount Ararat, there was just one family. A father and mother, their sons and their wives. Out of those individuals, scripture tells us all the nations of the earth were born. Fascinating! Oh to have been part of the watching heavenly realm as this process took place. Changes in language, appearance and color. Think about it. Over a relatively short period of time, the variety and changes that took place. Does God and his creativity ever cease to amaze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time - why? Why were people divided into different appearnces, languages and cultures? Was it simply to show God's diversity? Since man was created in His image, was this simply a process to show God's multi facets? Or was this a pre-cursor to chapter 11 where we learn about the Tower of Babel and man's desires for power and control? Was this just setting the stage for that change to happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-8242274347132135464?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8242274347132135464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=8242274347132135464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8242274347132135464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8242274347132135464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-intriguing-pattern-hiding-among.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5128181508319896265</id><published>2009-01-03T21:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:06:56.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women</title><content type='html'>I was not so impressed by the re-release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Women&lt;/span&gt; (starring Meg Ryan). It had big names, many that I have loved in other romantic comedies, so my hopes were high for this movie. Boy were those hopes obliterated. The funniest scene for me was the last - a baby delivery that had me rolling with Alex's (Jada Pinkett Smith) actions and reactions to being part of this birth. Other than that, I was left wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because the whole story hit too close to home. Or maybe it's because the characters didn't get developed enough. I'm not sure - but the comedy elements were weak and it just didn't live up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one part, however, that sticks with me. Mary Hanes (Meg Ryan) is having a conversation with her mother, Catherine Frazier (Candice Bergen) after learning her husband is having an affair with the "spritzer girl" at Saks. She feels alone and frustrated, feelings her mom can't possibly understand. But as she tries to explain how she's feeling, mom takes over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Mary: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have no idea how this feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, let me try. It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach. It feels like your heart stopped beating. It feels like that dream - you know, the one where you're falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground, but its all out of your control. You can't trust anything anymore. No one is who they say they are. Your life is changed forever and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is that no one will ever be able to break your heart that like again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one phrase made the entire movie worth a watch for me because they captured it - they relayed perfectly the words I've been unable to express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5128181508319896265?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5128181508319896265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5128181508319896265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5128181508319896265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5128181508319896265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/women.html' title='The Women'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3644286852212331471</id><published>2009-01-02T23:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:09:54.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling rivalry, disappearing ancestors and giants - oh my!</title><content type='html'>Just some thoughts from my chronological read today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 4, 5, 6&lt;br /&gt;God, speaking to Cain after his insufficient offering was given says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You will be accepted if you do what is right. But if you refuse to do what is right, then watch out! Sin is crouching at the door, eager to control you. But you must subdue it and be its master."&lt;/span&gt; Scripture tells us Cain offered the Lord &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"some of his crops"&lt;/span&gt;. His brother, Abel, brought the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"best of his firstborn lambs from his flock."&lt;/span&gt; Why was Abel's gift so good and Cain's not? Hebrews 11:4 offers a little more insight into their gifts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30161" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By faith Abel offered God a better sacrifice than Cain did. By faith he was commended as a righteous man, when God spoke well of his offerings."&lt;/span&gt; The Lord's acceptance of their gifts boiled down to their attitudes, their hearts. Abel brought the Lord a gift in faith. The NIV says Abel brought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"fat portions"&lt;/span&gt; and Cain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"some of the fruit"&lt;/span&gt;. Is that also an insight into their hearts? Abel brought his best. The NLT indicates the best of the firstborn. Abel believed God deserved the best off the top, probably believing it all came from Him. But Cain brought some. A random choosing? Or what was left? We don't really know - but God's response gives us insight into the attitude with which it was brought. The warning for Cain serves to warn us all: "Do what is right. Sin is crouching at the door, eager to control you." How true! How easy it can be to fall into sin's traps. How easy it is to fall into the mundane, rut or routine and not examine if we are giving God our best. May I be on my guard, and you on yours- subduing those sinful tendencies that rear in our lives and becoming its master instead of being mastered. Lord, help us be aware of those spots in our life, lurking at the door, that desire to lead us away from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 4:26 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At that time people first began to worship the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This popped out at me today - how did they address the Lord before addressing Him by name? And what name were they now proclaiming? Was it I AM? Jehovah? Or one of the other names scripture tells us about? Just interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genesis 5: 21 When Enoch was 65 years old, he became the father of Methuselah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-128" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; After the birth of Methuselah, Enoch lived in close fellowship with God for another 300 years, and he had other sons and daughters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-129" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Enoch lived 365 years, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-130" class="sup"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; walking in close fellowship with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then one day he disappeared, because God took him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever just skim over those long lists of descendants. Who begat who - how old they were - etc? I know I have a tendency to gloss over them a bit, but tonight this little tidbit about Enoch popped out at me. One day he just disappears - because God took him! What? In a time when people were living to be 900+, this man, at the young age of 365 just disappears because God takes him. That's it - nothing else is said. Enoch lived in close fellowship with God. Did God just enjoy his company so much that he whisked Enoch to heaven to be with him? That's my guess but does this fascinate anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen 6:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-141" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; said, “My Spirit will not put up with humans for such a long time, for they are only mortal flesh. In the future, their normal lifespan will be no more than 120 years.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think about how people moan and groan about getting older, bodies falthering, etc. Can you imagine listening to it for oh...900 years? Or watching us cave to all those sinful tendencies for centuries on end - can you imagine? No wonder God cut our lifespan short! Especially when you keep reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-142" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In those days, and for some time after, giant Nephilites lived on the earth, for whenever the sons of God had intercourse with women, they gave birth to children who became the heroes and famous warriors of ancient times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Hebrew meaning of Nephilim means fallen one. And typically in the Old Testament, the "sons of God' were referencing angels. Were these Nephilites fallen angels? Were they a race of giants? I haven't been able to find anything that can definitely answer, but what I found most interesting is the reference to their children that became the heroes and famous warriors of ancient times. Ever taken a mythology class? Ever think that maybe those legends and stories have some basis in reality? Good stuff! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1921887703368872002-3644286852212331471?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3644286852212331471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3644286852212331471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3644286852212331471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3644286852212331471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-some-thoughts-from-my.html' title='Sibling rivalry, disappearing ancestors and giants - oh my!'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1234053765766875430</id><published>2009-01-01T21:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:02:35.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And God rested</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Genesis 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" id="en-NLT-32" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; So the creation of the heavens and the earth and everything in them was completed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" id="en-NLT-33" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; On the seventh day God had finished his work of creation, so he rested from all his work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" id="en-NLT-34" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And God blessed the seventh day and declared it holy, because it was the day when he rested from all his work of creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fitting topic to start the new year with. A day of rest. The sabbath. A concept so foreign to our culture; our lifestyle. Even when I run into people observing a sabbath, it's typically a day to "veg out" and do nothing. But is that really what God intends for us to do during sabbath? If He is not a part of that day and that time, is it really a sabbath? One of my goals this year is to really dig into what, scripturally, a sabbath is and what it looks like to regularly observe one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a couple books recommended to me, but if you've come across a good read on the sabbath, please drop me a note or comment. I'd appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started reading the One Year Chronological Bible. I've read so much of the bible over and over, but have never made a plan to read the whole thing over a specific period of time. So this year, my goal is to continue reading and studying, but doing so by reading the bible in its entirety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-1234053765766875430?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1234053765766875430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1234053765766875430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1234053765766875430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1234053765766875430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-god-rested.html' title='And God rested'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5555816598479969000</id><published>2008-12-31T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:53:58.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a year!</title><content type='html'>2008 definitely had its ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our new family members: Sadie and Magoo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bedroom and more importantly, bathroom makeover. I love having a shower that drains!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J spending winter camp with church in Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma spending Easter and her 89th birthday with us in Arizona.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J finishing up his first year of high school (1oth grade).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer trip to Oregon and the Washington Coast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer wedding photo job - which has led to more photo jobs and rediscovering a passion that had been hibernating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cottage Bakery and Thai food restaurant in Washington. Heavenly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J participating in a 3D animation class at EVIT and loved it (and mom was proud of his A).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J passing his driver's test and being a licensed driver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J starting his jr. year of high school, enrolling in ROTC and really finding a niche that he loves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coaching a jr. high girls group and loving it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JRTOC winter camp for J on a base in Northern Arizona.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old friends - and new ones too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being part of an amazing small group.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My "acting" debut in a skit at Central. HA - but it was fun :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not-so-highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;J ending the year with a major foot surgery that has him in a cast for six weeks, then probably a couple months of physical therapy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking out abnormal dogs with medical quirks, but I guess they fit right in with our medically quirky family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing a close family friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A year of heartache and pain in one relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But in all, the highs and lows, God, as always, has been faithful. I've struggled a bit on my spiritual journey this year, but in the end that which didn't kill me once again made me stronger and my heart grew closer to God. I never cease to be amazed and how He equips me to deal with things I didn't think I was capable of dealing with. I end 2008 with a deepening faith, a growing passion for God and His work, and a desire to be used daily by Him. Where He leads in 2009 is yet to be seen, but I'm in Lord - I am all Yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5555816598479969000?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5555816598479969000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5555816598479969000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5555816598479969000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5555816598479969000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-year.html' title='What a year!'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6240383862620395449</id><published>2008-12-30T20:59:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:43:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A goal within reach</title><content type='html'>The more I talk to people the more I realize that 2008 has been horribly hard on many. Not just the economic situation, but emotionally, physically, spiritually difficult. Makes me wonder... Is it symptomatic of the U.S. or is it global? Is it an indicator or bigger things to come or is it just the way the year was? I'm not a big end times fanatic - but looking at this year in review makes me think about it a little more. I just try to live my life ready to meet Christ at any point - end of days or just end of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the year makes so many reflective, including me. I like the feeling that beginnings have. I like waking up each morning, knowing it's a new day and I have a chance for a new start. New years are just new days, on a larger scale. I like the idea of making goals - small ones and big ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2008: I started with a goal to get healthier (what a unique New Year's resolution, huh?! ha ha). But it was one I was determined to do. I had hit an all-time high with my weight and and an all-time low with my self esteem. It was time to view things differently. No longer looking to "diet", but to make better decisions and actually implement knowledge I had about food choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body has changed. It's older than I like to admit, but more than that the lack or hormones and certain body parts has changed more things than I realized about how my body works. This goal was going to be harder than I thought to reach. But I had a new resolve; a determination and mindset I had never had before. And this time, God was going to be part of it every step of the way. Food has a hold on me. I love the taste - love food in general, but the comfort I sought during times of stress, depression, or other emotion was the hold. I needed to learn to take those feelings to God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; going to food. That was the change I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to December 2008 and I am achieving that goal. I'm still on the journey to completion, but ending the year here is a great feeling. Moving into 2009, the plan is to hit something of an ideal weight and to implement some sort of exercise routine that I'll maintain. It's not that I even hate exercise - it's the time. With a full list of to-do's every day, exercise has not made it to the top of the list. I know it's good and I know why I need to do it, but what I don't know how to do is fit it into a day that's already jam-packed with a sidebar of other things I still want to fit in. Hmmm. That's the juggle right, learning to balance and prioritize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finishing up my goal list for 2009. It includes everything: personal health, mental health, spiritual health, stress relief, rewards and fun.  But a quick revisit to some mid-year goals I set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from my 2008 list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;s&gt;* Make sure I do something I enjoy at least once a &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;week &lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; sure if I succeeded as I didn’t track this, but it was a good effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* Build up my savings account &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Still&lt;/span&gt; working on this, but another good effort in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* Find a mentor/Be a mentor &lt;/s&gt;Not sure how you go about “finding” a mentor, but I have wonderful accountability friends in my life, so I guess they serve in this capacity. And I LOVE&lt;span class="GramE"&gt; mentoring/coaching a group of six young teen girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;s&gt;Excel at project management&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;Learning something new every day, but hopefully am making a good effort here too.&lt;br /&gt;* Organize my personal &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;papers&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; the way I had intended. So this one’s getting moved to my first quarter goals for ’09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* Take a spiritual inventory of my life.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This has been a work in progress too '08 has been an incredible year of drawing close to God, seeing weaknesses in self and working on those, and also seeing some strengths that He has given me.&lt;br /&gt;* Participate in a paint gun "war&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was too hot for so long and then when it finally cooled off it seemed the year was over. So this is moving to early 09 too.&lt;br /&gt;* Photograph the harvest moon. Miss. So bummed. But I’ve already got ‘09’s on my calendar! And I’m hoping to photo it in Albuquerque while attending the balloon festival there. How cool would that be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* See the Olympic Torch being carried&lt;/s&gt; (Done! We saw the runners while vacationing in Oregon. It was so cool!)&lt;br /&gt;* Buy a painting (or other art) from a starving artist. Haven’t been presented an opportunity, which is good because I haven’t really had the funds. It’s still something I’d like to do.&lt;br /&gt;* Drink a bottle of wine that's as old as I am (on my birthday). Eek – until I found out how expensive an old bottle of wine is! Ha &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Maybe on my 40&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  So this goal is getting moved to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* Be surprised by my child.&lt;/s&gt; Continually. I love my boy.&lt;br /&gt;* Rappel down a mountain. Getting moved to &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;’09&lt;/span&gt; as this is something I would love to do.&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/1921887703368872002-6240383862620395449?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6240383862620395449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=6240383862620395449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6240383862620395449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6240383862620395449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/12/goal-within-reach.html' title='A goal within reach'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5009305637169368350</id><published>2008-12-28T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:32:57.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get This Party Started</title><content type='html'>The artist Pink has catapulted into my list of favorites in the past year. I've always liked her music, but there's just been something about it the past several months that just energizes me and gets me going. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So What &lt;/span&gt;is probably my favorite song right now, but I imagine that has a lot to do with the circumstances in my life for the past 12 months. Things beyond my control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm having more fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And now that we're done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm alright, I'm just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And you're a tool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am a rock star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I don't want you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of an angry song (just a little, right?), but for me it brings me to reality. It's not about circumstances in life; it's not about what's thrown at me. What it boils down to is how I respond; where my "rock moves" come from; where I find my strength. Pink didn't write this song with Christ in mind, but ultimately, that's what this song reminds me of. I'm gonna be alright because I have Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, on the cusp of a new year and I'm ready. Ready to break away from 2008. There's something about beginnings. Having been a dieter most of my life, there was always something about Mondays. A new start after a bad week. This past year the dieting mentally exited my life and new habits were formed on the basis of just being healthier. But the craving for a fresh start has been building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get the bug? The bug to drop everything and start an adventure? The urge to pack up and go and have a fresh start? Or on a smaller level - the urge to just purge what surrounds you in your life or home and get a fresh perspective? I'm a changer - I love change. I love to re-do, re-organize, re-arrange, paint, change it up. I drive people around me crazy sometimes. I don't like ruts or status quo - I like to, as Nigel Tufnel once said "push it one louder" and go to "eleven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been purging on a regular basis the past year. Cleaning up, throwing out, giving away to simplify what surrounds me. Something just hit me. Maybe this habit is a way to deal with the change I'm not in control of? 2008 has held months and months of circumstances that were beyond my control. This year has been about releasing control of certain things and allowing God to lead in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon of a new year, what does all this mean? I'm not really sure, but I have loved experiencing God in a new way. Experiencing a level of care that can only come from Him. In the midst of an unstable hurricane of life, He has been my stabilizing factor and my life force. It's ok because Christ, He makes me alright. He makes me His rock star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5009305637169368350?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5009305637169368350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5009305637169368350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5009305637169368350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5009305637169368350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-get-this-party-started.html' title='Let&apos;s Get This Party Started'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-631535531094361285</id><published>2008-12-25T21:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:19:57.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0730435/"&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I guess you were right, Linus. I shouldn't have picked this little tree. Everything I do turns into a disaster. I guess I really don't know what Christmas is all about.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0730435/"&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0790259/"&gt;Linus Van Pelt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Sure, Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about.  Lights, please. &lt;br /&gt;"And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, 'Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.' And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.'" That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God. That's what Christmas is all about. And last night, services at Central heped kick off an amazing Christmas. Helping behind the scenes last night allowed me to literally stood in awe of the talent that steps forward to serve in our church. From the tech booth to the stage - an amazing crew. The band and singers blew my mind as they performed a rocking Trans Siberian Orchestra rendition of God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman. Words truly can't describe the experience but I was so blessed to be a part of it! The entire evening was just God, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An equally God-filled day as the family gathered to spend some time together. Laughter, stories, hugs, and love. Thank you God for days like these. But mostly, thanks fills my heart for a Savior, born in a manger so many years ago, that led to a sacrifice that allowed me to truly live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-631535531094361285?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/631535531094361285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=631535531094361285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/631535531094361285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/631535531094361285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6695227155845086186</id><published>2008-12-13T07:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:26:36.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been consumed, so now some fun</title><content type='html'>Been so busy the past couple of weeks with some photo shoots, holidays, and work that I haven't been blogging even though so much has been happening. I'm hoping to catch up in the next week or so, but with Christmas just days away... Well let's just say I haven't even begun to shop for the kiddos. We have always had simple Christmas traditions, which I'm thankful for - but this year even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, while I was checking into some photo techniques I stumbled on this survey on a fellow photographer's blog and thought I'd have a little fun before my day kicks into high gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5 Things I Was Doing 10 Years Ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Graduating college with a business degree (finally done!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2) Being reflective after receiving an announcement about my 20 year high school reunion just weeks after graduating college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4) Starting what would be a 10-year homeschooling journey with J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;5) Enjoying life with family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5 Things On My To-Do List Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Finishing the editing and packaging on two photo shoots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2) The never-ending to-do list of cleaning and chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3) Possible Christmas shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4) Bake some crustless pumpkin pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;5) Final prep for a skit I'm participating in at church this weekend (yes, on stage! :-o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5 Snacks I Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Golden Spoon yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2) Crustless pumpkin pie (all core on Weight Watchers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3) Fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4) Pudding with cool whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;5) Popcorn (but it doesn't like me so much anymore..sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5 Things I Would Do If I Was A Millionaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Support some dear friends on the mission field and another set gearing up to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2) Purchase a getaway place for me and to share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3) Adopt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4) Support my photography habit and learning curve so I can do more things for more people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;5) Travel and see some of the places I've always dreamed of and longed to photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5 Places I Have Lived (For Various Lengths Of Time)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Canton, Michigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2) Scottsdale, Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3) Phoenix, Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4) Mesa, Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;* Wow - varied list, huh!?! I wish!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5 Jobs I Have Had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Project Manager of an extremely creative communications team where I am learning so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; 2) Human Resources Coordinator at Apollo Group (University of Phoenix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3) Pampered Chef Consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt; 4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Freelance photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;5) BK Lounge Superstar (this was my first job at Burger King :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5 People I Tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Brandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3) ... I don't think five people read this blog, but if you read it and you aren't on here - TAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;5)&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/1921887703368872002-6695227155845086186?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6695227155845086186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=6695227155845086186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6695227155845086186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6695227155845086186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-consumed-so-now-some-fun.html' title='Been consumed, so now some fun'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-371252054358593153</id><published>2008-12-03T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:11:01.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever realized that you've been raised in the church and there are just things you've learned and taken with you, never looking deeper into them? For me, it tends to be Old Testament stories. There are some I know fuller details on, and there's others that I've skimmed over, taken the highlights and moved on. Daniel and the lion's den and the 3 servants tossed in the furnace were two of them. I knew some basic background on Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-Nego, but not enough details and history, so I'm digging in and focusing on the book of Daniel in my quiet time right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only read chapter one this morning and was fascinated over the pieces I've never picked up on before. I never realized that these four boys were brought before King Nebuchadnezzar together. My brain has never tied them together in history. I also never knew that these boys were vegetarians by choice, or what brought them to that decision. I am really going to enjoy this journey through Daniel! In just two pages this book is fascinating with history and details that I had never put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really liked the introduction in the Leadership Bible to this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel: Faith and Leadership in Action&lt;br /&gt;The exemplary personal character of Daniel makes him a favorite Bible personality for many. He is one of onkly a handful of men int he Bible about whom God says nothing negative. ALthought he shared the human nature of all other biblical leaders, he seems to rise above the others because of a combination of qualities:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character&lt;/strong&gt;—He displays character by refusing to do wrong before foreign kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Competence&lt;/strong&gt;—Kings offer to pay him for his ability to interpret dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convictions&lt;/strong&gt;—He refuses to eat the king's meat or drink his wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt;—He faces the lions' den without flinching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charisma&lt;/strong&gt;—He is so winsome that royalty wants him to play key roles in government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commitment&lt;/strong&gt;—He remains committed to his God despite pressure to compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compassion&lt;/strong&gt;—He never loses his love for others, even in an enemy culture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-371252054358593153?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/371252054358593153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=371252054358593153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/371252054358593153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/371252054358593153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever-realized-that-youve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3623971547948501437</id><published>2008-11-30T20:13:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:28:47.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Photo</title><content type='html'>Saw this on &lt;a href="http://godgivenpassions.blogspot.com/2008/11/4th-photo.html"&gt;Audrey's&lt;/a&gt; blog (who snagged it from someone else) and loved the idea. The rules are to go to your My Pictures folder, choose the 4th folder and then the 4th picture and tell the story behind it. Do this without checking first to see what the photo is - more fun that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STNYNYIQnhI/AAAAAAAABcY/iukCdDweg7U/s1600-h/2007_0602Chile5-070703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STNYNYIQnhI/AAAAAAAABcY/iukCdDweg7U/s320/2007_0602Chile5-070703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656575419620882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago, Chile.&lt;br /&gt;June 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;My fourth global connection trip to Chile with Central. This trip I co-lead with my first-time-trip sister, Vik. It was an interesting team, to say the least. It was my first trip with guys and gals - I had always been part of the amazing Chile Chicks that go over spring break. I had gone in March of '07, and returned in May/June of that same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely shocked by the weather change in those few weeks. March is usually toasty warm days with cool evenings and mornings. June was wet and freezing cold. We got off that plane and a bunch of us Arizona natives had no clue what we were in for. The first thing we sent our field worker for - long underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is from our immersion day in downtown Santiago. I love this country as it reminds me so much of Arizona - everything from snowy mountains to dry, barren desert land. The trees still had some of their fall leaves, but were beginning to get bare for winter. As we strolled through downtown, there was just a different ambience in the air than my other trips here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wishes I was going again in March with my sister's team - but a bigger part of me is ready to move on to a more challenging trip and to break out of that Chilean comfort zone. I miss my chilean families, especially my little girl Cata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-3623971547948501437?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3623971547948501437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3623971547948501437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3623971547948501437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3623971547948501437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/fourth-photo.html' title='Fourth Photo'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STNYNYIQnhI/AAAAAAAABcY/iukCdDweg7U/s72-c/2007_0602Chile5-070703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-4973154358477633157</id><published>2008-11-29T20:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:33:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STISaKpIT-I/AAAAAAAABb4/99qkSyg5byc/s1600-h/P-CEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STISaKpIT-I/AAAAAAAABb4/99qkSyg5byc/s320/P-CEP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274298354347036642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reconnected with a couple friends from high school via facebook. It's been fun to catch up with their lives. They were my best friends in elementary school and junior high and we shared some amazing times together. I stumbled across another friend that I haven't seen or talked to in about 15 years. She is now a teacher at our old high school. This school (I should actually say schools) was huge. We had two schools on one campus. Plymouth Canton and Plymouth Salem. I guess the population in rural Michigan has continued to grow, so instead of building another school elsewhere, you guessed it - they added a third school to the already chaotic 3-acre campus. The schools are now called Plymouth Canton Educational Park and house Salem, Canton and Plymouth high schools. Over 6,000 students attend this campus. Is anyone else thinking that is WAY too many teen drivers in one compact area?! That is putting tje buildings of Red Mountain, Mountain View and Mesa High all on one campus. Then factor in all those students. WOW! I found a photo of the new campuses and just can't imagine being a new student here. It was overwhelming when I went 20 years ago! You have classes at both (now three) schools - shuttling between the schools for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In grade 10 I had swimming (mandated in michigan) for first hour at Salem, and science second hour at Canton. Scan this video (it's long and filmed 8 years after I graduated, but before the 3rd school was added. The quality is not great, but hopefully you'll get an idea). Now imagine making that walk in sub-zero temps with damp (or wet) hair. Pneumonia anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgrcrM7Lohs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgrcrM7Lohs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I did love my high school experience here though. It was so hard to move in the middle of my junior year to Arizona - leaving behind the gigantic known and friends of 11 years or more, to a completely new culture at Horizon High school in Scottsdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little trip down memory lane tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-4973154358477633157?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4973154358477633157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=4973154358477633157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4973154358477633157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4973154358477633157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STISaKpIT-I/AAAAAAAABb4/99qkSyg5byc/s72-c/P-CEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-7337818545268100412</id><published>2008-11-28T21:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:09:57.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STDMu2GYcEI/AAAAAAAABbw/THdUQuVoKiQ/s1600-h/2008+11+21_0458a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STDMu2GYcEI/AAAAAAAABbw/THdUQuVoKiQ/s320/2008+11+21_0458a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273940268819181634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a blast hanging with some wonderful friends and snapping some holiday photos for them.  &lt;a href="http://sherilynnphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;See them all here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-7337818545268100412?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7337818545268100412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=7337818545268100412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7337818545268100412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7337818545268100412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-photos.html' title='New photos'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/STDMu2GYcEI/AAAAAAAABbw/THdUQuVoKiQ/s72-c/2008+11+21_0458a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5332046609810201264</id><published>2008-11-26T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:26:57.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the Story: Advent Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>Saw this on a friend's facebook and had to keep it as a reminder as well as share. Powerful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K14c4NGuhDI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K14c4NGuhDI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" 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/1921887703368872002-5332046609810201264?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5332046609810201264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5332046609810201264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5332046609810201264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5332046609810201264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/enter-story-advent-conspiracy.html' title='Enter the Story: Advent Conspiracy'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6816198163279732948</id><published>2008-11-26T07:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:22:48.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"In order to know God's will there must be a willingness to do it. Imagine a door in the path ahead of us. God's will is on the other side of that door. We crave to know what that is. Will God show us what's on the other side of that door? No. Why not? Because we have to resolve an issue on this side of the door first. If He is Lord, He has the right to determine what's on the other side of hte door. If we don't afford Him that right, then we are not acknowledging Him as Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we want to know what's on the other side of the door? Isn't it because we want to reserve the right to determine whether or not we will go through it? Some boldly walk halfway through, but keep their foot in the door just in case they don't like what they see and want to go back. It's going to be awfully hard to continue walking with God if your foot is stuck in the door. Jesus said, "No one putting his hand to the plow and looking back is fit for the Kingdom of God." (Luke 9:62)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One man probably spoke for many when he said, "I'm so used to running my own life. I'm not sure I even can or want to trust someone else. Besides, God would probably haul me off to some mission field I can't stand" What we need to realize is that if we did give our heart to the Lord, and God did call us to that mission field, by the time we got there we wouldn't want to be anywhere else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you believe that the will of God is good, acceptable and perfect for you? That's the heart of the issue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Walking in the Light by Neil Anderson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 4 was the reading this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts in the first ten verses! Motivation is a key component. What's my motivation? Not what I think it is - but my real motivation? I know what I want my motivation to be, but is that always my driving force? I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to serve God; want to be used by Him; want to love others the way He does. But the harsh reality is I am a very selfish person. I think about my time, my energy, my priorities, my schedule, my lists, my... The list can go on. But because Christ lives in me, and as I draw near to Him, the gentle (sometimes not so gentle) reminders about my motivations is a recurring theme. Aware that my human nature is selfish, but I've been given a new nature. Releasing my hold and control and replacing it with His. A daily (sometimes hourly) process of checks and balances - of noting who is in control, of who I serve, of who I follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always doors before us. Sometimes we choose not to move forward becuase the fear of the unknown is greater than the ability to follow Him anywhere. Sometimes we get a glimpse of what could be, so we peek through the windows - desiring what is behind the door, but never turning the knob. And sometimes, like the devo illustrates, we actually make it through the door, but keep one foot in our comfort zone, holding on to our own escape just in case. But those times we, those times I, really let go and move forward in simple faith that God has my best interests and His kingdom purpose in mind - what an amazing adventure to be a part of! What a privelege and honor to be used by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such a freedom in His grace; in His will. When I'm not fully relying on Him I feel such a burden! So it's curious why I still struggle with letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-6816198163279732948?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6816198163279732948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=6816198163279732948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6816198163279732948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6816198163279732948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/trusting-god.html' title='Trusting God'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-7197726931741803682</id><published>2008-11-24T06:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:20:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persecution</title><content type='html'>Michael Yemba, a Christian from Sudan came and shared God's story in his life with us yesterday. I would love to sit and have coffee with this man and hear more. To hear of God's amazing provisions to those that face persecution in the truest sense. I would love to hear more about how God opened up the ceiling in his tiny prison cell to pour cool air on him when his body could take no more. I would love to hear about the journey God took him on to grow into the Christ-loving man he is today after his mother was brutally murdered by radicals in his country. I would just like to sit with this man (or others like him) to get my life into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persecution (v): to pursue in a manner to injure, grieve, or afflict; to beset with cruelty or malignity; to harass; especially, to afflict, harass, punish, or put to death, for adherence to a particular religious creed or mode of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ tells us to expect it; to welcome it even.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:11 "Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Message:&lt;br /&gt;Not only that—count yourselves blessed every time people put you down or throw you out or speak lies about you to discredit me. What it means is that the truth is too close for comfort and they are uncomfortable. You can be glad when that happens—give a cheer, even!—for though they don't like it, I do! And all heaven applauds. And know that you are in good company. My prophets and witnesses have always gotten into this kind of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the ending in the NIV translation "because of me." And in the Message it says "to discredit me." I think this calls us to examine our persecution, or what we perceive as our persecution. In America, we currently don't have much of a clue about real persecution. We freely carry our Bibles, praise loudly in churches, "retreat" to the mountains for spriritual refreshment, visibly pray in public, blast our favorite worship songs on any number of Christian broadcasting stations, and shop churches to see which one best fits our style. We allow the minority agenda to steer our country's policies and laws, not speaking out for fear someone might not agree or get offended. We water down truth or hide it completely. We dwell on lifes bumps, missing the opportunity to participate in God's mountains. I know I'm guilty of that one. I get so self-centered - so focused on the woes in my own life at times that I miss what God's asking me to do; miss the opportunity and blessings of allowing Him to use me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we to do with this knowledge of the depth of persecution that goes on in our world? What's the greatest thing that I believe I can do? Pray. Pray not only for those persecuted, but for the hearts and minds of those doing the persecuting. Pray for our Christian voices to speak out and draw attention to injustices of our world. We all have a responsibility to stand beside our brothers and sisters and to lift them before the only One that can sustain them through these expected times of persecution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, I need to continually examine my life to ensure I am living in a manner worthy of the gospel and worthy of persecution that comes as a blessing for following Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-7197726931741803682?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7197726931741803682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=7197726931741803682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7197726931741803682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7197726931741803682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/persecution.html' title='Persecution'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-584406481926380955</id><published>2008-11-22T07:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:25:52.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on James</title><content type='html'>James 2:8-11&lt;br /&gt;If you really keep the royal law found in Scripture, "Love your neighbor as yourself,"you are doing right. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30287" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you show favoritism, you sin&lt;/span&gt; and are convicted by the law as lawbreakers. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30288" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it.  &lt;span id="en-NIV-30289" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do well when you complete the Royal Rule of the Scriptures: "Love others as you love yourself." But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you play up to these so-called important people, you go against the Rule and stand convicted by it&lt;/span&gt;. You can't pick and choose in these things, specializing in keeping one or two things in God's law and ignoring others. (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading the book of James as part of my morning devotion time. If you show favoritism, you sin. Bam. How is that going on in my life, my workplace, or my church? Does it go on? Sadly, yes. The pursuit of relationships with our execs or elders based on their status and to the neglect of others instantly came to mind. People will spend hundreds of dollars to go on a fishing trip with our senior pastor, but won't give a couple of bucks when they go grocery shopping to help feed those in need. They'll spend time golfing on a trip where they might get to pass by an exec, but won't given an hour and serve with the children. What is it that people feel when they say "Oh I hung out with so-and-so last night?" I guess maybe I can relate to that feeling if I was telling someone I was hanging with Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom, but in reality I have a feeling they'd still just be people. I appreciate and respect our senior pastor, executive pastors and elders so much. I think they have an amazing appointment by God and opportunity to lead and that they lead well. And there's several I do know and enjoy their personalities and senses of humor so much. But in the end, they are still people. People that have been blessed with certain opportunities to make an impact for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favoritism has a power in some people's lives. Search my heart God, is it prevelant in mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hearts of people are naturally selfish - I know mine is. It may not be in the same area of selfishness as some, but it is very selfish indeed. In what areas might I be showing favoritism? I've been on the receiving end of favoritism being lived out and experienced the hurt that comes from it. My dad played favorites. As kids, it ripped my relationship with my sister apart. Thankfully, as we grew older we saw it for what it really was—painful. A youth pastor that played favorites based on physical attributes. For the chunky, unusual, and awkward teen (aka me)- heartbreaking. Spiritually inadequate in others eyes because of my past choices and divorce—piercing. The list goes on, but the impact the same. It hurts to be part of the favoritism sin. God, show me where it's taking part in my life so that I might not be guilty of breaking Your Royal Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a ton of young childhood memories, but I remember a little boy coming in to my first grade class in a wheelchair. My heart went out to him and I became his keeper of sorts - pushing him around, making sure he had what he needed, etc. I'm sure parents and teachers stood by and sayd "Oh! Isn't that cute". But this morning I'm thinking isn't this the childlike innocence and love Christ speaks about and desires for us? One is not greater than another - we're all here to work together, love each other and help each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of this royal law in visible terms I think of the ACTS outreach, those serving and reaching out in their communities and around the globe, Central's Buddy Expeditions, ministering to and serving those with AIDS. The list of how the Church lives this out this law goes on and on; and the list of how they break it is pretty long too. What about in our church body? Is favoritism prevelant? Do we have some work to do? What about in my own life? I pray for the wisdom to see when this sin invades my life and my heart and that I might closely follow Christ's example of always loving and serving those in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-584406481926380955?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/584406481926380955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=584406481926380955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/584406481926380955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/584406481926380955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-on-james.html' title='Thoughts on James'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5700257773957180906</id><published>2008-11-21T15:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:21:53.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Elated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SSc3nxotnQI/AAAAAAAABFs/J3EDyH5RhAc/s1600-h/50d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SSc3nxotnQI/AAAAAAAABFs/J3EDyH5RhAc/s320/50d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271243045338979586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About to head out to do holiday portraits for some dear friends. The best part? I get to play with my new canon 50d! I finally broke down and bought it. A good sale + having the cash + having appointments for upcoming shoots = time to purchase. I can't wait to go play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SSc3ikG6nEI/AAAAAAAABFk/SVfD-JWW8qU/s1600-h/canon+kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SSc3ikG6nEI/AAAAAAAABFk/SVfD-JWW8qU/s320/canon+kit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271242955808218178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wishing/praying/dreaming about a digital photography class through MCC that goes to Ireland for four weeks. Oh Brandy let's just go!!! Maybe this is why Japan didn't work out. Yeah - I wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5700257773957180906?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5700257773957180906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5700257773957180906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5700257773957180906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5700257773957180906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/elated.html' title='Elated'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SSc3nxotnQI/AAAAAAAABFs/J3EDyH5RhAc/s72-c/50d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-2875591605527697292</id><published>2008-11-10T20:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:22:23.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>I love the internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SRkAZWL3vTI/AAAAAAAABFE/XMcmqc0TUmg/s1600-h/johnny+soko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SRkAZWL3vTI/AAAAAAAABFE/XMcmqc0TUmg/s320/johnny+soko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267241674638605618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the internet is so fun. A friend posted some random questions today and one asked what was your favorite cartoon. I'll let you in on a little secret...I am a little strange. I was never a huge fan of cartoons. I watched them, but what drew me to the boob tube of my day? Johnny Sokko and His giant flying robot. Ultraman. Land of the Lost. Most people have never heard of Johnny Sokko, so I can't tell you how my heart just skipped a beat when I found &lt;a href="http://www.johnnysokko.com/free.2.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The japanimation pokemon craze has nothing on the 70s giant flying robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get as hooked as I was, you can watch more episodes &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/johnny-sokko-and-his-flying-robot"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; too. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-2875591605527697292?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2875591605527697292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=2875591605527697292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2875591605527697292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2875591605527697292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-internet.html' title='I love the internet'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SRkAZWL3vTI/AAAAAAAABFE/XMcmqc0TUmg/s72-c/johnny+soko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-980367481782051656</id><published>2008-11-09T21:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:22:52.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Shhh...don't tell</title><content type='html'>That I posted my one of favorite pictures of this disgustingly-photogenic couple here first (they get their cd tomorrow). We had SO much fun hanging on Mill taking engagement photos. I have to post one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SRe_dwelU0I/AAAAAAAABE0/jnTieuuDsiY/s1600-h/4W7P5499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SRe_dwelU0I/AAAAAAAABE0/jnTieuuDsiY/s400/4W7P5499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266888807183373122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...maybe two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SRfA6PzBt0I/AAAAAAAABE8/DgQycLC2hXg/s1600-h/4W7P5154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SRfA6PzBt0I/AAAAAAAABE8/DgQycLC2hXg/s400/4W7P5154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266890396138583874" 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/1921887703368872002-980367481782051656?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/980367481782051656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=980367481782051656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/980367481782051656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/980367481782051656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/shhhdont-tell.html' title='Shhh...don&apos;t tell'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SRe_dwelU0I/AAAAAAAABE0/jnTieuuDsiY/s72-c/4W7P5499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-2251180171984540098</id><published>2008-11-03T19:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:23:39.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emergent church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><title type='text'>Stories of Emergence</title><content type='html'>I've been reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stories of Emergence: Moving from Absolute to Authentic&lt;/span&gt;. A very interesting read. I've honestly not educated myself or read a lot about the emergent church or postmodernism. But I love reading stories about the Church doing new and different things to reach people that wouldn't typically be reached. Or stories about transformation. This book is full of short stories about exactly those things. Various authors share their stories about experiences with traditional church and unique places God led them. I am only 1/3 of the way through so far and am definitely looking forward to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Yaconelli addresses the various movements that church has experienced over the last forty years. The Jesus movement, the Calvary Chapel movement, the megachurch movement, among others. His conclusion: "The longing beneath all these movements has always been the same—to find a place where people can worship God, learn abut Jesus, share their lives in authentic community."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my church home, but the building and its programs are just a tool God uses to touch people, to draw them in. Programs open doors; relationships are the real keys to people experiencing Christ. This book has been emphasizing and reminder me that we all need to be introducing people to God and not a church.  Showing them the transforming power of Christ and what a relationship with Him looks like. How am I being used in this process of helping others find God, establish a relationship with Christ and have a safe place to be real and share that realness? I love my jr. high girls group and what God's showing me through that time and interactions with them. I love seeing God work in them and in me because of them. Love being a part of the story God continues to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-2251180171984540098?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2251180171984540098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=2251180171984540098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2251180171984540098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2251180171984540098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/11/stories-of-emergence.html' title='Stories of Emergence'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5671954102034626393</id><published>2008-10-31T15:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:24:00.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Hanging on a beach in Indonesia with a Monkey</title><content type='html'>I simply love photography. Saw the winners were announced for &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/10/photogalleries/best-animal-wildlife-photos/index.html"&gt;Best Wild Animal Photos of 2008 &lt;/a&gt;and had to share my favorite.&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/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQuKlEzd6VI/AAAAAAAABAQ/I2MQdmieGzY/s1600-h/Animal+portrait.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/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQuKlEzd6VI/AAAAAAAABAQ/I2MQdmieGzY/s400/Animal+portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263452959061961042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;—Photograph by Stefano Unterthiner/Wildlife Photographer of the Year &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mom/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5671954102034626393?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5671954102034626393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5671954102034626393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5671954102034626393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5671954102034626393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-to-catch-such-shot.html' title='Hanging on a beach in Indonesia with a Monkey'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQuKlEzd6VI/AAAAAAAABAQ/I2MQdmieGzY/s72-c/Animal+portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3160623809142975510</id><published>2008-10-31T07:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:24:49.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jr. high girls'/><title type='text'>my heart just hurts this morning</title><content type='html'>Watched a little of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Today Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;while getting around this morning and was shocked by a story that my mind still can't quite get wrapped around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After five more teenagers and preteenagers were abandoned to state custody over the last eight days, including one whose mother drove from Georgia, Gov. Dave Heineman of Nebraska announced Wednesday that he would call a special session of the Legislature on Nov. 14 to rewrite the state’s safe-haven law&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/30/us/30haven.html"&gt;View the full news story here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the repor, 24 teens and pre-teens have been left since September 1. I can understand a parent's desperation, overwhelmed feelings, and frustration with their teen—I have one. But I simply can't fathom ever giving him up...for any reason. In hard economic times or puberty rages-he was my boy; love him til my heart bursts. Just thinking about not having him around causes pain. There are moments, of course - we all have them. But I wonder how these parents must be feeling-the depths of their despair to actually drive across state lines to drop their child off with total strangers; never to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder about the hopelessness in their lives. It makes me wonder a lot of things. But mostly I wonder where's their connections? Where's their support system of family and/or friends? Or is this an illustration supporting how seperate and indivdualistic our nation has become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I compare this story with another one I ran into recently. A mom I know was having great difficulty with her teen son. Single mom, not much family support near her, son's dad not a good influence or not around (can't remember which) - but someone stepped in. Her son was part of small groups at their church several years ago (like four) and his first jr. high coach was still involved in his life - even though he no longer lives in this state! He writes, calls, etc. He saw what was happening in this family and knew this boy needed a male role model to get back on the right track. He and his family stepped in and offered to take in this boy for a while. Mom's heart is breaking, of course, because as a mom you just want to fix it - to make it better. And this was beyond her fixing right now. But what an awesome example of the Church. Loving one another so much, supporting one another, sharing lives with each other. The Acts Church in motion and live in 2008 America. It's not a common occurence here; especially in Arizona. We drive into our garages, put down the doors, sit in our back yards with block walls 6 feet high, rarely interact with our neighbors let alone get that immeshed in someone else's life. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it brings a powerful illustration into my mind and heart as I develop relationships with my own jr. high group. Last week was a killer for life drama in our group. My heart is still heavy with all that is going on in these young girls lives. One in particular as I pray and seek how God wants to use me in this situation. But I pray that He does use me - that He uses me, part of the Church, to make an eternal impact in others lives.&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/1921887703368872002-3160623809142975510?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3160623809142975510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3160623809142975510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3160623809142975510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3160623809142975510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-heart-just-hurts-this-morning.html' title='my heart just hurts this morning'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3480440833037365416</id><published>2008-10-26T21:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:25:05.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity'/><title type='text'>Beautiful mama-to-be!</title><content type='html'>Had two photo "shoots" this weekend, which elated me! And even better - they were both pregnant! It was my "first" maternity shots - which were a blast! I am thrilled with the final product, particularly on the first one. I won't post faces yet because I want to get their permission - but I love these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKhpz9KjI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DzohKtYtT9I/s1600-h/4W7P4253bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKhpz9KjI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DzohKtYtT9I/s400/4W7P4253bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693681672202802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKhV5sxZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/FZDjacgNkhs/s1600-h/4W7P4292bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKhV5sxZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/FZDjacgNkhs/s400/4W7P4292bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693676327585170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKhE0AaaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/RLsiHtQLzpk/s1600-h/4W7P4148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKhE0AaaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/RLsiHtQLzpk/s400/4W7P4148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693671740303778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKg3DxpCI/AAAAAAAAA-M/PtXtKqfBUAM/s1600-h/4W7P4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKg3DxpCI/AAAAAAAAA-M/PtXtKqfBUAM/s400/4W7P4044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693668048348194" 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/1921887703368872002-3480440833037365416?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3480440833037365416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3480440833037365416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3480440833037365416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3480440833037365416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-mama-to-be.html' title='Beautiful mama-to-be!'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQVKhpz9KjI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DzohKtYtT9I/s72-c/4W7P4253bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-40320280860335369</id><published>2008-10-20T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:25:34.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acts church'/><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>The Community of Law Enforcement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQY5CpwP-8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/JBeN18hk3Rs/s1600-h/4W7P3970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261955932359752642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQY5CpwP-8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/JBeN18hk3Rs/s320/4W7P3970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQY5CaB6JlI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dIKqUOzpJpg/s1600-h/4W7P3944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261955928138851922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQY5CaB6JlI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dIKqUOzpJpg/s320/4W7P3944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQY5Bw0RIpI/AAAAAAAAA-w/iqOSigTnbmU/s1600-h/4W7P3933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261955917075784338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQY5Bw0RIpI/AAAAAAAAA-w/iqOSigTnbmU/s320/4W7P3933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today our church had the privelege of hosting the funeral service for office Bruce W. Harrolle. Tragically, this young man was killed during a rescue operation while trying to save a couple of stranded hikers. Harrolle was DPS officer in Arizona, as well as a pilot and paramedic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campus was already buzzing with activity as I arrived around 6:45 a.m. this morning. Numerous police officers from a variety of branches were here securing the area and preparing to celebrate this man's life. Governor Napolitano is speaking this morning, so heightened security measures have been taken as they prepare for the thousands that will attend. To look out and around the campus this morning, there are literally hundreds of public safety vehicles here; everything from horses to helicopters. Lines of squad cars, police motorcycles, and fire engines are indicators of the community that is experienced among these groups. When one falls, they gather and mourn together. When one is attacked, the brotherhood is attacked. It makes me wonder if the community experienced by our law enforcement, our firefighters, or our military is closer to the community Christ speaks of in Acts than what the American body of believers is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the Church experienced and exhibited a similar sense of community; a similar sense of purpose and unity? Would it completely alter the view the world has about Christians if they saw us uniting and mourning the loss of a persecuted brother or sister? Would those outside the fold crave that unity, those relationships, that bond that comes only from walking with those inside? What if the Acts model for the Church had continued on through our day-in our culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 2:42-47 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would this look like in 2008 United States? Been mulling this over in my own mind. Does my view of the Church mirror the framework laid out in Acts? Does my reality of being part of the Church accurately reflect Christ's plan for it? Some interesting things rolling around in my brain over this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-40320280860335369?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/40320280860335369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=40320280860335369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/40320280860335369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/40320280860335369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQY5CpwP-8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/JBeN18hk3Rs/s72-c/4W7P3970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5439512685470341565</id><published>2008-10-16T20:40:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:25:54.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading blogs tonight (ok, I'm a blog stalker but not so great at being a blog commenter), but I loved this  one from Jared. Our end of the hall at work is forever talking about music, movies and tv, so thought this would be fun to add. Looking forward to seeing what yours are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite Bands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Skillet&lt;br /&gt;2] Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;3] Third Day&lt;br /&gt;4] Metallica- still love that beat.&lt;br /&gt;5] Sanctus Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite Songs from those bands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Open Wounds or Rebirthing by Skillet&lt;br /&gt;2] Hello by Evanscence&lt;br /&gt;3] Revelation by Third Day&lt;br /&gt;4] Nothing Else Matters or One by Metallica&lt;br /&gt;5] I'm Not Alright by Sanctus Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite Movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love movies, so this was hard to narrow down - depends on what I'm in the mood for.  So here's a few of my all-time faves&lt;br /&gt;1] Forces of Nature&lt;br /&gt;2] The Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;3] Rob Roy&lt;br /&gt;4] Mr and Mrs Smith&lt;br /&gt;5] The Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite Trilogies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Star Wars [the original 3 - episodes IV,V,VI]&lt;br /&gt;2] Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;3] The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;4] The Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;5] Batman (2005 trilogy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite recent/current TV shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] LOST&lt;br /&gt;2] 24&lt;br /&gt;3] Heroes&lt;br /&gt;4] The Unit&lt;br /&gt;5] NCIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite classic TV shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Saturday-Night-Live-Complete-Second/dp/B000VNMMVG/ref=pd_sim_d_2"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B00006LPCK/sr=1-3/qid=1224218615/ref=dp_image_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;n=130&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1224218615&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Highlander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] &lt;a href="http://www.classic-tv.com/shows/cosbyshow.asp"&gt;The Cosby Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083483/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;St. Elsewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] &lt;a href="http://www.classic-tv.com/shows/mash.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite Resturants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Haven't found a Thai place I didn't like but my favorite is &lt;a href="http://local.yahoo.com/info-20025719-thai-food-corner-mesa?csz=Mesa%2C+AZ"&gt;Thai Food Corner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] &lt;a href="http://www.tastyjoes.com/"&gt;Tasty Joe's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] Salsa Cabana&lt;br /&gt;4] &lt;a href="http://feastinginphoenix.com/?p=242"&gt;Blue Nile Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] &lt;a href="http://www.kabukirestaurants.com/"&gt;Kabuki's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite Fast Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Salsa Cabana&lt;br /&gt;2] Paradise Bakery&lt;br /&gt;3] Jason's Deli&lt;br /&gt;4] Wildflower Bread Co&lt;br /&gt;5] Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite Places I've been in the World:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Chile&lt;br /&gt;2] Canada *this is the only other country I've officially visited&lt;br /&gt;3] Peru (if we're counting layovers :)&lt;br /&gt;4] Brazil (again - layover only and couldn't leave the airport)&lt;br /&gt;5]&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer - Greece will trump them all when I get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite NON-Fiction Books [other than Bible]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eyes-Tailless-Animals-Prison-Memoirs/dp/0882643355"&gt;Eyes of the Tailless Animals&lt;/a&gt; by Soon Ok Lee&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Velvet-Elvis-Repainting-Christian-Faith/dp/0310273080/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1224205853&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stories-Emergence-Absolute-Authentic-Emergent/dp/0310253861"&gt;Stories of Emergence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heaven-Randy-Alcorn/dp/0842379428/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1224220111&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Heaven &lt;/a&gt;by Randy Alcorn&lt;br /&gt;4] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Celebration-Discipline-Path-Spiritual-Growth/dp/0060628391/ref=pd_ts_b_45?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Celebration of Discipline&lt;/a&gt; by Richard Foster&lt;br /&gt;5] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Facedown-Worship-Matt-Redman/dp/0830732462/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1224221048&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Facedown&lt;/a&gt; by Matt Redman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Favorite Fiction Books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shack-William-P-Young/dp/0964729237/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1224205681&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Shack&lt;/a&gt; by William P. Young&lt;br /&gt;2] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unashamed-Rahab-Lineage-Grace-2/dp/084233596X/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1224221140&amp;amp;sr=1-10"&gt;Unashamed: Rahab&lt;/a&gt; by Francine Rivers (all the novellas in this series)&lt;br /&gt;3] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eragon-Inheritance-Christopher-Paolini/dp/0440240735/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1224221320&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Eragon &lt;/a&gt;by Christopher Paolini&lt;br /&gt;4] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Three-Ted-Dekker/dp/B0002H7GJE/ref=pd_sim_b_11"&gt;Thr3e&lt;/a&gt; by Ted Dekker&lt;br /&gt;5] &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giver-Lois-Lowry/dp/0440237688/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1224221404&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Giver&lt;/a&gt; by Lois Lowry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5439512685470341565?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5439512685470341565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5439512685470341565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5439512685470341565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5439512685470341565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-blogs-tonight-ok-im-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1500425250118278560</id><published>2008-10-12T21:21:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:26:12.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Incredible afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLURrCmTSI/AAAAAAAAA88/I8iAqGaMf1o/s1600-h/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLURrCmTSI/AAAAAAAAA88/I8iAqGaMf1o/s320/DSC_0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256497115171278114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grabbed the kids and headed out for a photo session. Taking Ty's senior pictures today and in two weeks doing some of him and the girlfriend. Should be fun! Also took the official "junior year" photos for jake today. Not sure what happened with photos at school, but I never saw a form for ordering. Hmmm..  Syd's for her sophomore year and just for fun. This weekend was kid-casual. The next session will be more formal. Can't wait for that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My artistic and detail-oriented nephew had our location all scoped out, so we piled in the Fit and headed to downtown Mesa, at the MAC center. Awesome photo opps there! Some of the unedited fun we had today:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLN8NBBUDI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6nIlgjs43Hc/s1600-h/DSC_0326_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLN8NBBUDI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6nIlgjs43Hc/s320/DSC_0326_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256490149264576562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLOTkECHKI/AAAAAAAAA8s/JIwVRq0ydsA/s1600-h/DSC_0366_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLOTkECHKI/AAAAAAAAA8s/JIwVRq0ydsA/s320/DSC_0366_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256490550588218530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLSsbTLuII/AAAAAAAAA80/PWnmJBVzOd4/s1600-h/DSC_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLSsbTLuII/AAAAAAAAA80/PWnmJBVzOd4/s320/DSC_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256495375779084418" 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/1921887703368872002-1500425250118278560?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1500425250118278560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1500425250118278560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1500425250118278560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1500425250118278560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/incredible-afternoon.html' title='Incredible afternoon'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SPLURrCmTSI/AAAAAAAAA88/I8iAqGaMf1o/s72-c/DSC_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-2163508657373761017</id><published>2008-10-11T11:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:09:39.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goals revisited</title><content type='html'>This year has been screaming by. is it just me? I feel like somehow I've missed out on 2008 - nothing really to show for it other than daily life. I'd say normal, but this year has been anything but normal for me. Been dealing with quite a bit this year actually-and still processing through most of it. This year has held so many struggles-outright battles with myself, and with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sitting on my back patio in a comfy new chair reading my bible this morning and the goals I set for the remainder of this year came to mind. So today is a good time to take a look. A couple of months ago I set some goals for this year - nothing life-altering, but something to move towards. Some things God laid on my heart, and others I just have a desire to do-to live more, to experience more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take a peek and see what's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excerpts from my 2008 list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Make sure I do something I enjoy at least once a week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Been trying to work on this one, although 100% success has not been achieved. Part of this is due to those struggles mentioned before, but still working towards it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Build up my savings account &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Actually was doing really well on this until last month. Had to pay  off something unexpected, but I was so thankful the cash was there. Back t saving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Find a mentor/Be a mentor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Don't know if mentor is the right word, but I've been blessed with an accountability partner and we're journeying through life's ups and downs together. That has been amazing. I've got a group of jr. high girls that qualify me as a mentor now :) And I love it! They are all so unique, fun and challenging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Excel at project management (since this was my new job, I thought it'd be a good goal to work towards!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Continuing to become stronger in my job and learning new things all the time. So this goal is definitely an ongoing work in progress. But with all I've learned, I definitely feel like this is one of those "checks" - making progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Organize my pesonal papers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Half way there. Sorted through and purged, now need to finish the organizing process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Take a spiritual inventory of my life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Also in process. This has been harder than I thought and not quite sure what this looks like. But being open to God and what He wants to show me about my weaknesses and strengths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Participate in a paint gun "war"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Planning this now that the weather has cooled off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Photograph the harvest moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Missed September's harvest moon, but planning on catching one of the other full moons either next week or November. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* See the Olympic Torch being carried (Done! We saw the runners while vacationing in Oregon. It was so cool!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Buy a painting (or other art) from a starving artist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;With finances being what they are, honestly hasn't even been on my radar to buy much of anything. But still open to the idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Drink a bottle of wine that's as old as I am (on my birthday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yeah - until I priced a bottle of wine that is 38 years old. Just didn't seem like a good use of money. Maybe someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Be suprised by my child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Pretty much a regularly happening in our household. I never ceased to be amazed at this kid. The other day, Skippy told me that Cubby continues to hold the record for "most transformed" from 7th-11th grade. So apparently he doesn't just blow my mind! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Rappel down a mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Not even sure how to go about finding out how to do this - but totally want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some still need some work, but I've got a few more weeks. Hard to believe 2008 is nearing a wrap-up. Must start thinking about my 2009 list. So many things already come to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&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/1921887703368872002-2163508657373761017?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2163508657373761017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=2163508657373761017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2163508657373761017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2163508657373761017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/goals-revisited.html' title='goals revisited'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1791986566034652608</id><published>2008-10-11T07:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:12:06.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQybb5zueiI/AAAAAAAABA8/VX_zHoMKwM4/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQybb5zueiI/AAAAAAAABA8/VX_zHoMKwM4/s320/reflection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263752968165816866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful breeze and cooler temps called me outside this morning. I remember, growing up in Michigan, how welcome the warmer spring weather was such a welcome greeting after a harsh winter. Arizona is exactly the opposite. After five months of sweltering heat, the chill of a 70 degree morning greets you like the newness of spring. Life emerges this time of year in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the cushions to one of my new patio chairs and was elated as I could finally enjoy it. Read a couple of proverbs that stood out in to me, but one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 27:19&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As water reflects a face, so a man's heart reflects the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my water reflecting? What is my life saying to others? What example am I showing my family, my child, my friends, my jh students, my coworkers, my neighbors, my community? Am I making a difference with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been ground-shattering, foundation-testing, and filled with soul-searching. Been filled with struggle, anger, frustration, betrayal, broken trust, loneliness, and spiritual nights. It's been filled with the question &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has allowed me to struggle in my questions. Sometimes I feel I'm in this all alone, but my soul knows that is a lie. God is here with me. My Savior is ready to comfort me, to guide me, to love me through it all—I have to be willing to accept it; to acknowledge it; to look for it. It's that searching that makes my walk with Him stronger. Sometimes (oftentimes) I/we take gifts for granted. Gifts like grace. I know I've been guilty, even though I don't want to be. What am I sacrificing to follow Him? Am I being obedient when He asks? Do I hear His whisper above the noise of the world? Do I take time and sit with Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering my own questions honestly shows me how far I have to go. I know I'm not alone in my struggle to reflect Christ's life in me. Not alone in this pursuit to be more, to live more, to love more so that the world sees Him. Not alone in desiring something above mediocrity or routine. Not alone in getting weary-which is why we, the Body, need each other for encouragement and accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*Image courtesy of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/dessel5/paintings.htm&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/1921887703368872002-1791986566034652608?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1791986566034652608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1791986566034652608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1791986566034652608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1791986566034652608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SQybb5zueiI/AAAAAAAABA8/VX_zHoMKwM4/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6928647949223674194</id><published>2008-10-06T07:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:57:19.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Sexy Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGllegMKToo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGllegMKToo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can the week not start out right when this is what starts your day?!&lt;br /&gt;*giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-6928647949223674194?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6928647949223674194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=6928647949223674194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6928647949223674194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6928647949223674194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-sexy-thing.html' title='You Sexy Thing'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-7114566787639040350</id><published>2008-09-08T20:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:58:57.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the grasshoppers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SMX0bn9VJ5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/oL-_w7J59DI/s1600-h/grasshopper_head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SMX0bn9VJ5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/oL-_w7J59DI/s200/grasshopper_head.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243866096562677650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in to work, early this morning, I am alerted by the "need gas" light. I've always been one to drive my car to near empty, but these days, with the soaring gas prices, it's typically down to fumes before I actually fill up. I pulled in to the closest (and cheapest) gas station and made my way to the pump. As I begin fueling, something pelted me! I jerk-reacted and realized it was a stunned grasshopper that had just ricocheted off my body. (yuck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big fan of bugs, so to avoid being pelted again, I quickly squashed him. He didn't make much of a get-away attempt. I assumed he was stunned, like me, to encounter such rude interruption to the morning routine, or, like me, he was too groggy at this early hour to really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dollar signs on the gas pump rolled, a little movement on top of the pump caught my eye. I was jolted into alertness as my eyes fell on about 50 grasshoppers huddling on their metal perch. If I'm honest, I'll admit that fleeing the scene crossed my mind (probably more than once over those next few minutes). This hoarde of grasshoppers seemed to be perking to life as little legs and little heads starting bobbing awake (either that or the scent of their dead cousin had finally overtaken the gas fumes and alerted them of my presence). The lead hopper, we'll call him Bob, came to attention and slowly made a half circle as he turned to literally stare me down. I do believe he had witnessed the atrocious squishing crime. Bob simply sat and stared, pondering his next move. "Come on pump - click off!" I was thinking to myself (apparently it was too early to form lucid thoughts and actually just complete my transaction by removing the pump from my car!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob continued to stare and I began to panic. What if he was telepathically signaling this flurry of hoppers to swarm at me all at once? (I had just read somewhere that these little buggers actually do bite humans, which did nothing for my distaste of bugs, particularly flying bugs). As more hoppers continued to rotate and stare, my thoughts turned to the Egyptians of Old Testament days, enduring the plagues. &lt;br /&gt;Exodus 10:15 says that so many locusts came with this plague that "they covered all the ground until it was black." I don't think I would've functioned well in Egypt during this time. I can't handle a lone kamikaze hopper, let alone hundreds of thousands of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened with Bob and his army? Did a dramatic attack ensue? Or was Bob all stare and no bite? Thankfully, he was the latter. Although I was pretty thankful my Fit has a very little gas tank because if I had to stick around to fill up more tha 8 gallons, who knows what Bob was organizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-7114566787639040350?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7114566787639040350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=7114566787639040350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7114566787639040350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/7114566787639040350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/09/attack-of-grasshoppers.html' title='Attack of the grasshoppers'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SMX0bn9VJ5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/oL-_w7J59DI/s72-c/grasshopper_head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1240882454769496438</id><published>2008-09-06T08:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:47:40.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>During quiet time this morning I was going back over my notes from the Girlfriends Going Deeper conference I recently attended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear... We all have it about something. Some have it more than others and a few have it to where it paralyzes their lives. Have you ever met someone so afraid that they have ceased to live? I have and it's heart-breaking. I can only imagine how God weeps when one of His has a life driven by fear instead of Him. Don't get me wrong, I know we all get overtaken with fear (or other sin/weakness) at times. We all have those issues that take over God's place in the pilot seat, but hopefully it's a temporary loss of perspective rather than a long-lasting or permanent one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got thinking today. Am I being driven by fear? Is it a healthy fear, one that drives me towards God? Or is it a fear that leads me further from Him, keeping my focus on it (fear) instead of God? At the conference, Lysa TerKuerst said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When we get so afraid and focus on the object of our fear, that object becomes bigger and bigger. It's only when we take our focus off that fear and put it onto God that He can put things back into perspective."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 Timothy 1:7&lt;br /&gt;For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really thought about that verse? Have you ever looked at the definition of timidity? As I prepared for the jr. high small group lesson last week, we were talking about this exact verse and I did some digging. I've always thought of timidity as shyness or meekness and haven't necessarily equated it with fear. Dictionary.com lists these definitions: (1) lacking in self-assurance, courage, or bravery; easily alarmed; timorous; shy. (2) characterized by or indicating fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we missed out on living because we were "lacking in self-assurance, courage or bravery?" I know I have missed plenty of opportunities over my lifetime. Many years ago I decided to quit living in the fear of failing. I don't like to fail (actually I used to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it). As I surrendered that fear, my attitude/perspective adjusted and God's perspective took over and I began to see all the opportunities for growth that can come out of failure. Opportunities to learn and grow that wouldn't otherwise be present in my life. Opportunities to learn to lean on Christ's power and His love and to become closer to Him. It's still not alwayys that easy—that darn pride gets in the way at times. As I look back over 38 years though, I see how Christ has fulfilled His promises in my life (Jeremiah 29:11). The promise that if I let Him, He can take any situation, any decision, any wrong and tweak it to be something that can reflect back beautifully on Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frequently awed by how that's possible. How can Christ take a desperately broken girl—one filled with anger, hate, worldly influence and sin, fear, rebellion, selfishness, pride, lies and more—how does she become the woman that is seen today? Nothing but the blood and power of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when that temptation to slip into old habits or feelings come, I am reminded of this verse in Timothy. This promise that when I gave my life to Christ, when I gave Him my all and told Him, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are in control and everything I am is for You,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He has promised to give me His power and His love. How can I live in fear? How can I deny what He's already done in my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 54:10&lt;br /&gt;"Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed," says the Lord, who has compassion on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I/we grasp that incredible love from God that Isaiah mentions, why would I/we ever be afraid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-1240882454769496438?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1240882454769496438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1240882454769496438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1240882454769496438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1240882454769496438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/09/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-649447502233269299</id><published>2008-08-31T20:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:06:16.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wish List</title><content type='html'>One of my all-time favorite books was one I stumbled across, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wish-List-Barbara-Ann-Kipfer/dp/0761107568/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1220239831&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;The Wish List&lt;/a&gt; by Barabara Ann Kipfer. It's a book of random things that get you thinking and dreaming of what you'd like to do in your lifetime. Some things are possible, others not - but either way, this was a book that excited me and got me thinking about the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what if's&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;could it be possibles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to take the ideas, wishes and dreams I've gotten from this book, and merged them with my own ideas, wishes and dreams and decided that I can't just think about them anymore. I want to take action - to take steps towards things I've longed to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from my 2008 list&lt;br /&gt;* Make sure I do something I enjoy at least once a week &lt;br /&gt;* Build up my savings account&lt;br /&gt;* Find a mentor/Be a mentor&lt;br /&gt;* Excel at project management (since this was my new job, I thought it'd be a good goal to work towards!)&lt;br /&gt;* Organize my pesonal papers&lt;br /&gt;* Take a spiritual inventory of my life&lt;br /&gt;* Participate in a paint gun "war"&lt;br /&gt;* Photograph the harvest moon&lt;br /&gt;* See the Olympic Torch being carried (Done! We saw the runners while vacationing in Oregon. It was so cool!)&lt;br /&gt;* Buy a painting (or other art) from a starving artist&lt;br /&gt;* Drink a bottle of wine that's as old as I am (on my birthday)&lt;br /&gt;* Be suprised by my child&lt;br /&gt;* Rappel down a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list goes on and I have a new list started for 2009. It's fun to dream and stretch my imagination. But what I really like to do is think about what my life is about, what I am doing with the time God has given me, and what kind of fingerprint I am leaving. What about you—Do you think about what you're doing with your life, with your time? Who or what are you impacting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my mind continues to be challenged, and for that I am so thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-649447502233269299?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/649447502233269299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=649447502233269299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/649447502233269299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/649447502233269299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/08/wish-list.html' title='The Wish List'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-4578883232939487326</id><published>2008-08-31T19:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:58:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EJ's Steakhouse</title><content type='html'>Just tried &lt;a href="http://www.ejssteakhouse.com/"&gt;EJ's Steakhouse&lt;/a&gt;, a relatively new place on McKellips &amp; Recker roads. Heavenly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our menu tonight:&lt;br /&gt;fresh warm bread &lt;br /&gt;Heirloom Tomato &amp; Red Onion Salad&lt;br /&gt;Top Sirloin w/ Sauteed Wild Mushrooms and Onions&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Milanese w/ Loaded Baked potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a spectacular meal. The service was outstanding. We walked in and immediately wondered if we were underdressed (is there really such a thing in Arizona??), but were assured we weren't. No reservations were needed tonight, but I can see how a Friday or Saturday night would warrant them. It's a smallish restaurant, with an incredible atmosphere of elegance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1-5, I give this place five stars for the food quality, dining experience, and service. The prices are a little higher than I'm used to (dinner for two could easily run you $60), but thanks to a discount gift certificate from &lt;a href="http://www.restaurant.com/index.asp?pgn=home"&gt;restaurant.com&lt;/a&gt;, our first $25 of the bill only cost us $4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-4578883232939487326?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4578883232939487326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=4578883232939487326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4578883232939487326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4578883232939487326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/08/ejs-steakhouse.html' title='EJ&apos;s Steakhouse'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1941232189023612284</id><published>2008-08-29T14:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:08:19.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another surgery...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have lived at doctor's offices these past few weeks. We had to take J to see a foot doctor because on vacation we noticed his left foot was rolling to the outside. He had mentioned it hurt over the past several weeks, but nothing consistent and nothing that kept him from normal activity. We saw a great doctor, Jaime Coffey, who noted that Jacob has two different sized feet (like by 2 sizes!). That wasn't the problem - but intriguing. He has a high arch on his right foot and a super high arch on his left. Still not the problem. Dr. Coffey thought we needed to see some specialists the focus on a specific type of surgery that he thought Jacob might need (something to fix that arch on the left foot). So in to Dr. Cicchinelli we went. Then to the MRI to see what was going on. Back for the consult to see what the MRI showed. It showed that J has some tears on the ligaments in his left heel - that will need to be surgically repaired. Sigh...ok. Then came the rough news - after the surgery there's a cast for six weeks, then a boot for another couple of months, combined with intense physical therapy. We're looking at about a 3-4 month recovery process. That hit like a ton of bricks. Especially since J is in JROTC this year - and LOVES it. He came home today so excited because his armed/unarmed drill team got to practice with the rifles today. So the big question on our minds was: Will he still be able to participate in ROTC and the competitions? Can we delay the surgery or will that cause more damage? Thankfully, he can proceed with life as normal AND we can put the surgery off until the end of the school year. Thank you Lord. J was so relieved to hear that (and so was his mom!) We were assured that the injury wouldn't get any worse, but that his discomfort would remain and there was potential for some sprained ankles if he wasn't careful. Careful it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J was not too excited to hear about another surgery. The only surgery he remembers having is his 7-layer back fusion. A surgery that medically went fantastic (Dr. Greg White in Phoenix is incredible) - but the recovery process was long and hard. J also reacted to the anesthesia drugs that they kept him on after the surgery for recovery, and he remembers that well. Couple that with leaving a wonderful ICU staff after three days and being sent to general population overflow - eek. We couldn't wait to get out of that hospital. The ICU staff at PCH was fantastic; the nurses in overflow left a little something to be desired. Anyway - J was not jumping on the surgery bandwagon any too quick. At least now he has some time to digest and prepare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off to the allergist today. J's allergies are so bad, so it's off to get tested and see what is affecting him the most and what can we do to help them. Massive nosebleeds sent him home from school on several occasions last year - so we're trying to avoid a repeat of that. Phew...one more visit (this will be my fifth doctor's office visit this week) and then it's time for a long weekend. Cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-1941232189023612284?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1941232189023612284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1941232189023612284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1941232189023612284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1941232189023612284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-surgery.html' title='Another surgery...'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6193980932269384643</id><published>2008-08-14T21:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:09:11.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy myspace surveys</title><content type='html'>Apparently I've gotten sucked in to facebook world, because I haven't logged in to myspace in months! But I did tonight because I still have a couple friends that haven't crossed over yet *lol* and I wanted to see some upated pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bulletin posted entitled "how much do you remember about 9th grade?" How much do I remember about 23 years ago? I actually suprised myself! But the best part was thinking about my best friends that year and all the crazy fun we had. Michelle, Pam, Nicole and I - the fab four. I actually thought of Michelle earlier today as The Romantics blared over the radio. Good times! What great friends we were-at least for a time. East Middle School in Plymouth, MI was the location of our havoc. As I sat getting flooded with memories, it made me sad to think that none of those friendships lasted longer. High school brought new friends, new drama, and then a move across the country for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to meet up with the old crew: Michelle, Pam, Nicole, Rog, Garrett, Fidel, Jerry, Eddie, and Glen. What the heck are they all up to? Where have their lives taken them? Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-6193980932269384643?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6193980932269384643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=6193980932269384643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6193980932269384643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6193980932269384643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-myspace-surveys.html' title='Crazy myspace surveys'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1759558247689496797</id><published>2008-08-12T21:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:42:23.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew - one more milestone under our belt.</title><content type='html'>Well today was the big day. Jacob had his first solo drive as a licensed driver! August 8 was the final driving exam with &lt;a href="http://phoenix.citysearch.com/profile/35427433/tempe_az/institute_for_drivers_safety.html"&gt;IDS&lt;/a&gt; (excellent driving school and I highly recommend!) He passed with flying colors and of course was angsting to head to DMV and get his actual license. I was working the &lt;a href="http://willowcreek.com/lds/events.asp"&gt;Leadership Summit &lt;/a&gt;at Central, which meant waiting - oh the horror *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it through the weekend and Monday I escaped from work a little early, since it was the first day of school and THE big day. We headed to DMV and within about 25 minutes, Jacob was officially road legal. I was trying not to have a cow about his photo - not sure if he thought he was being funny or if the photographer just gave really bad direction, but his photo came out with him hunching forward and cross-eyed. Can we get a do-over please?!?! No time today - had to head out for a &lt;a href="http://www.wellness.com/dir/422897/chiropractor/az/mesa/keith-biggs-dc"&gt;chiropractor &lt;/a&gt;appointment, then a scheduled photo shoot for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pick up the Bronco from the garage (aka Grandma's house where it was undergoing some last-minute, minor repairs). Finally - it was ready! My anxiety was high, yet I was so excited for this new phase (especially no more early morning taxi duty!). As we drove home, prayers for safe travels over the next several months and years were filling my mind. As I glanced to the west, there, was the most beautiful sunset I've seen in a really long time. Affirmation from above? I like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to this new phase - changing roles (once again), new twists, turns and bumps - and lots of excitment, of course. What a journey it is and has been. Anticipating what is still yet to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-1759558247689496797?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1759558247689496797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1759558247689496797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1759558247689496797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1759558247689496797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew-one-more-milestone-under-our-belt.html' title='Whew - one more milestone under our belt.'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-3152232484486114938</id><published>2008-08-09T21:09:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:43:18.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SJ5qg8n2E1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/eOl2e-pWT0U/s1600-h/2006_0427colorado0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232736931312702290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SJ5qg8n2E1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/eOl2e-pWT0U/s320/2006_0427colorado0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Browsing through some pictures I found this photo I took while on vacation in Colorado in 2006. We were out exploring the city, when huge black clouds loomed overhead, appearing from out of nowhere. Memories of this storm flashed through my head and with it, parallels of the current storm I'm weathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Like storms in nature, personal storms can erupt from virtually out of nowhere. It can be clear and sunny one minute, and black and tumultuous the next. Sometimes storms build up, sometimes they just erupt. I keep telling myself that like storms in nature, personal storms also dissipate - either suddenly stopping as quickly as they started, or slowing to a drizzle and then fading from memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Storms can also bring about change. Rain can turn dry, parched land into a vibrant, colorful, and life-giving paradise. But storms can also uproot and destroy. They can change the landscape they touch, completely altering what used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;My current storm continues to rage. The darkness of this storm isn't allowing the light to break through. My gut, my core being, knows that the light will return, but like nature that's been ravaged by a hurricane, I'm just not sure what the landscape is going to look like when it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SJ5v6FX_BkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/dAurTbRrudA/s1600-h/hurricane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232742860716967490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SJ5v6FX_BkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/dAurTbRrudA/s320/hurricane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;So how do I endure such a hard time? Where do i find strength to continue on through the darkness? Where do I find my shelter from the raging winds? In only one place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SJ5z5mCWZEI/AAAAAAAAAVM/I1pMXsDxSbo/s1600-h/27700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232747250351236162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SJ5z5mCWZEI/AAAAAAAAAVM/I1pMXsDxSbo/s320/27700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;I've weathered many, many storms in my life - natural and personal. Some storms led to that clean, new feeling that can only come after a good rain and others led more to the shambles pictured above. But in both cases, Christ held me through them, picked me up when the torrents brought me down, and dried me off so I could continue on with this journey called life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;When weathering storms, I try to remember that even the disciples didn't handle all their storms without fear or failure (and helps me as I look back on my own drenched moments). And as i stop and evaluate, I look at the question posed by Christ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25260" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;One day Jesus said to his disciples, "Let's go over to the other side of the lake." So they got into a boat and set out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25261" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;As they sailed, He fell asleep. A squall came down on the lake, so that the boat was being swamped, and they were in great danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25262" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;The disciples went and woke him, saying, "Master, Master, we're going to drown!" He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25263"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;"Where is your faith?"&lt;/span&gt; he asked his disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;In fear and amazement they asked one another, "Who is this? He commands even the winds and the water, and they obey him."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25263" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Where is my faith? When the storms of life crowd out my hope and my joy; when dreariness and fatigue burden my daily journey; when the storm seems like it will have no end, I stop and ask myself "Where is your faith?" And that inner peace emerges because I know He is in control and that this storm shall too pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-3152232484486114938?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3152232484486114938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=3152232484486114938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3152232484486114938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/3152232484486114938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/08/storms-of-life.html' title='Storms of life'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SJ5qg8n2E1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/eOl2e-pWT0U/s72-c/2006_0427colorado0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-5764623803076549784</id><published>2008-08-01T22:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:16:47.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will the medical madness stop?</title><content type='html'>In the past two days we have visited five doctor's offices and one medical facility for x-rays. As I sat at the final appointment today, getting x-rays of my wrist to ensure my clutsiness didn't result in my first broken bone, I reflected on the last 17 years of battling medical professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the patient care gone? When did doctors stop caring about the medical problems being presented and care more about quotas put forth by the governing insurance company? When did the observations or parents become threats to a doctor's knowledge or education? Why are we all just numbers and statistics in an industry where the only person that profits is the suit sitting in a governing office somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen years ago I gave birth to a miracle. The only one I was blessed with and am overwhelmed with thanks for. The pregnancy was not easy - the birth even more difficult. Three days of inducing - only to find out he was actually four weeks early. A huge baby for 36 weeks, but early nonetheless, which brought it's own set of complications. The first year included several bouts of congestion, bronchitis and asthma. Moments when precious life-giving air ceased to flow through his lungs and the only indicator to us was his silence and little blue lips. Then there were chronic ear infections leading to hearing loss, which thankfully corrected itself over time. Developmental delays also plagued our little guy - speech due to the hearing loss, fine motor skills, gross motor skills - the list goes on and on. I was a young mom and looked to the doctors, the professionals for guidance and wisdom. But I was met with were god-complexes and know-it-alls. It took some time to learn that I was his voice and doctors didn't know everything (even though very few of them will ever admit this). I learned that the doctors I wanted were the ones who were willing to listen, wiling to admit their own limitations. But there were so few of them, and most of them we encountered too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was love, joy, happiness, giggles, belly laughter, craziness, adventures and fun too. So many memories that have filled my life with immeasurable joy. I wouldn't trade any of it—I have the best kid in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen years later, most of the medical madness is a blur. It's times like the last couple of weeks where we're visiting doctor after doctor that I get reminded of the path that has led us where we are today. The pain of some of the struggles and the battles long forgotten. A grateful peace settled in my heart some time ago, thankful to a God who intervened in my life through this amazing baby, toddler, child, kid, teen, and now young man. And a mind filled with awe on how God grows us—through gut-wrenching moments and giggles alike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-5764623803076549784?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5764623803076549784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=5764623803076549784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5764623803076549784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/5764623803076549784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-will-medical-madness-stop.html' title='When will the medical madness stop?'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-8641968296806228853</id><published>2008-07-26T15:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:26:56.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I feel short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrY2g0vM0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVVmxMpebI4/s1600-h/2008_0708oregon0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrY2g0vM0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVVmxMpebI4/s400/2008_0708oregon0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222725148925178690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going through and editing pictures, getting ready to hopefully scrapbook a few (did I mention I started a project for J's 18th birthday? think i've given myself enough time to get it done?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had our first ever 10-day family trip. We packed up, boarded a jet and landed in Portland, Oregon. My best friend, Leslie, had a family cabin near the shores in Long Beach, WA and said we could use it for a week. So we took advantage to escape Arizona's summer heat and headed to cooler breezes. I'll blog about the trip later, but when browsing through the photos, I came across one of me and J. I was happy to have a recent picture of me and my "baby", but suddenly feel very short. Which is humorous since I am 5'10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even better—he had x-rays taken last week and the dr said his growth plates are still open. Seriously!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-8641968296806228853?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8641968296806228853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=8641968296806228853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8641968296806228853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/8641968296806228853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-feel-short.html' title='Today, I feel short'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrY2g0vM0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVVmxMpebI4/s72-c/2008_0708oregon0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-4337093096964612049</id><published>2008-07-26T15:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:25:52.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photogenic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm behind the camera-that's where I'm most comfortable. I love being part of making memories for others through photos. Last week I was getting a few pointers from a co-worker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://blog.labombard.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JBL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I have seen his work, and am generally amazed by what he's able to capture through his lens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've always been under the impression you are either photogenic, or you are not. I have always believed I belonged to the latter group. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JBL&lt;/span&gt; snapped a few photos of me, to show me some different settings on this beast of a camera I was going to be using, and the finished product stunned me. Reviewing our 2500 wedding photos from a shoot yesterday, Tyler was like "what do you mean you aren't photogenic-look at this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrXJeBNj8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8XU_cSrMsz8/s1600-h/4W7P0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrXJeBNj8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8XU_cSrMsz8/s400/4W7P0538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222723275566452674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Which has led to an interesting thought as a photographer - are there truly people that are NOT photogenic, or have they just not met the right photographer? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;either way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thankful for one of the few pictures of myself that I actually like :) Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JBL&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/1921887703368872002-4337093096964612049?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4337093096964612049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=4337093096964612049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4337093096964612049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/4337093096964612049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/07/photogen.html' title='Photogenic?'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrXJeBNj8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8XU_cSrMsz8/s72-c/4W7P0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-1500924394129662857</id><published>2008-07-19T20:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:54:54.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what fun!</title><content type='html'>Since it's been nearly 16 years since my boy's 1st birthday, it was so much fun to hang with the gang and experience ONE again. The crazy looks as they explore cake or ice cream. A first real experience with opening gifts - and being more excited about a bag, paper or chair in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly's first birthday was celebrated with: Mom and Dad (of course!), sisters Heather and Brianna,  her aunties Marion, Ana, Kim, and Sheri, and uncles Rick, Scott, Chris, and new baby friend Olivia. What a blast. The ball popper was the biggest hit. Squeals of glee bubbled out of both girls as they watched little plastic balls fly into the air. A girlie-girl in the making, the new purse with accessories from Auntie Kim was also a favorite. Cupcakes from Sprinkles were a yummy treat for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing this special day with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fslym70%2Falbumid%2F5224745220846102945%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-1500924394129662857?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1500924394129662857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=1500924394129662857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1500924394129662857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/1500924394129662857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-what-fun.html' title='Oh what fun!'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-932359506709360851</id><published>2008-07-18T13:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:46:53.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of opposites</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of opposites. A day of sadness and a day of joy. There was death and there was celebration of life. Holly turned one yesterday! It seems surreal that a year has already passed! What a delight this little girl is. It has been a blessing to be part of her life (as well as her mama's :)&lt;br /&gt;Memories of her first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w349.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w349.photobucket.com/albums/q369/azmichettis/Holly/87a6c2e8.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i349.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s349.photobucket.com/albums/q369/azmichettis/Holly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=87a6c2e8.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921887703368872002-932359506709360851?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/932359506709360851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=932359506709360851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/932359506709360851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/932359506709360851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-of-opposites.html' title='A day of opposites'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6862456647570020975</id><published>2008-07-18T12:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:49:41.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Graham 7.17.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SIDzpfN9OKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rlnhm_ySIq8/s1600-h/2007_0411Tyler160089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224443461829998754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SIDzpfN9OKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rlnhm_ySIq8/s320/2007_0411Tyler160089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Frank Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7/11/1930 —7/17/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1921887703368872002-6862456647570020975?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6862456647570020975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=6862456647570020975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6862456647570020975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/6862456647570020975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/07/frank-graham-71708.html' title='Frank Graham 7.17.08'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SIDzpfN9OKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rlnhm_ySIq8/s72-c/2007_0411Tyler160089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-6487964532409516125</id><published>2008-07-17T21:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:49:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad news today</title><content type='html'>i got an email from our dear friend, ruthie, today. her husband was diagnosed with ALS about a year or so ago. these are wonderful friends to us-like family. every july we get together and celebrate the july birthdays, since there are 3. ruth and frank also celebrate their wedding anniversary. this month was their 30th - something i cant even imagine...30 years. it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over for our july celebration last friday since frank is no longer mobile. his ALS has slowly been progressing and he is now bed-bound and on oxygen 100% of the time. it was wonderful to see him as its been several months, but so hard at the same time. hard to see his health deteriorating so, but yet wonderful to see love in action between them. ruthie bought frank a bike horn so he could signal her more easily as he became weaker. he honks away when he needs her and she's not in the room - and she comes running to nurse her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love they share is so evident and so precious. frank was doting on his wife last friday - telling our clan how there was no woman better than his ruthie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i just received an update from aunt ruthie - frank has slipped into a semi-comatose state. so sudden. last week he was telling his traditional joke, smiling and interacting with us. it's a precious memory now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SIAh-P0UMzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ybzsW61P8P0/s1600-h/2007_0411Tyler160117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224212921031340850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Crazy, huh? J turns 17 in a matter of weeks and we've never taken a "real" vacation. We've done blasts to California, even a slightly extended long weekend to Colorado, a week in Disney with in-laws (does that really count as a vacation?!?)-but never ten days of not being home, not being in my own bed, and having no access to a computer or the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting and a little overwhelming. Before we left I had started to battle a cold. It hung on (along with a sore throat) for the first few days of our trip, but by Sunday I was feeling back to normal. We headed out to explore Cape Disappointment, which was incredibly green and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1gy0NlaaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/07K_Tcwwav0/s1600-h/2008_0708oregon0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1gy0NlaaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/07K_Tcwwav0/s320/2008_0708oregon0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223437568944990626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hiked a short trail that led us through enveloped us in greenery, flowers and the roar of the ocean—breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;The fog was heavy over the ocean that day, emphasizing the need for these life-saving lighthouses. We learned a little history about this area and these lighthouses too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1hRA-lt8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/N335VSf7Kgw/s1600-h/2008_0708oregon0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 285px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1hRA-lt8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/N335VSf7Kgw/s320/2008_0708oregon0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223438087767832514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1788, while in search of the Columbia River, English Captain John Meares missed the passage over the river bar and named the nearby headland Cape Disappointment for his failure in finding the river. In 1792, American Captain Robert Gray successfully crossed the river bar and named the river "Columbia" after his ship, the Columbia Rediviva. Only a few years later, in 1805, the Lewis and Clark Expedition arrived at Cape Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cape Disappointment Lighthouse was constructed in 1856 to warn seamen of the treacherous river bar known by then as "the graveyard of the Pacific." This is the oldest functioning lighthouse on the West Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1862, Cape Disappointment was armed with smoothbore cannons to protect the mouth of the Columbia River from enemies. The installation was expanded to become Fort Canby in 1875. The fort was named after General Edward Canby, who was killed in the Modoc Indian War. The fort continued to be improved until the end of World War II. Gun batteries still sit uptop the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little tidbit of interesting history. And some more photos from this incredible experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1jkHhnf3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZATZ_-CsGqU/s1600-h/2008_0708oregon0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1jkHhnf3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZATZ_-CsGqU/s320/2008_0708oregon0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223440614966132594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cape Disappointment and Cape Disappointment Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1j150oSBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/klB1tbcaEns/s1600-h/2008_0708oregon0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1j150oSBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/klB1tbcaEns/s320/2008_0708oregon0099.JPG" alt="" 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title='Family Vacation'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SH1gy0NlaaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/07K_Tcwwav0/s72-c/2008_0708oregon0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921887703368872002.post-2724374556297109300</id><published>2008-07-13T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:19:14.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Let the madness begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've toyed with blogging for a while, but somehow always drift back to a private journal only. it still seems strange to put life out there for all to see. after a day of editing wedding photos, i decided that today would be a good day to try this blogging thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i spent nearly eleven hours on my first official photo shoot. it was a wedding of a great friend from work and it was a scary privelege to be asked to photograph their daughter's wedding. scary because this is not what i do professionally, but it is something i love to do. i love to catch moments, stopping them in time, and being able to give a gift that adds to a memory for someone. i have always been awed by photography and by photographer's that capture images that stir the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work with a photographer like this. i am not sure if he sees himself as a great photographer, but i truly believe God has given him an amazing gift. i am moved to my core, connected to God's people and His creation through his photos. you can see some of his work &lt;a href="http://www.labombard.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. he blessed me last week with a few pointers, just days before i was to snap away at the wedding. i was so thankful for his time, his insight, and some tidbits of wisdom he shared (they were several that really saved me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday's wedding was a huge learning experience for me—and not only on as a photographer. i arrived early and was instantly immersed in college friendships/sisterhood. as with any wedding, stress levels were high. there were lots of contributing factors, including a family medical emergency just days prior, but love, support and friendship filled every room in the house. girls giggling, sipping iced coffees over curling irons and hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrH6QqkWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4us10lDa4fc/s1600-h/lattes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrH6QqkWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4us10lDa4fc/s320/lattes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222706521609361474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;laughter filled the house more often than not as the girls listened to tunes that had them reminiscing as well as planning the day and days ahead. as i watched and interacted with these girls, documenting this journey and their bond, my heart knew that this was the kind of friendship God had in mind for girls of all ages. (&lt;a href="http://www.cccev.com/"&gt;my church&lt;/a&gt; has created &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlfriendsatcentral.com/"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;with hopes of nurturing these kinds of friendships in women)&lt;/span&gt;. it is this kind of friendship that we need throughout our lives, and not just as kids, or as young adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrLFPZL56I/AAAAAAAAAAU/phbv2ZGK7MU/s1600-h/Bride+Fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrLFPZL56I/AAAAAAAAAAU/phbv2ZGK7MU/s320/Bride+Fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222710008781465506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what rises in us as girls, young adults, or women where we switch from loving each other to competing with and hurting one another? what happens to our spirit of goofiness and giddiness. when do we become too old for fun? or as my nephew so eloquently put to me last night, "why do we buy in to being strapped down?" how so? being wired like his auntie, with a love of travel, of free-spiritedness, and of fun, he sees the 9-5, burdened with mortgage, and never-changing daily routines as stifling. as we talked more, i remember when i felt the same way—probably when i was his age. some very interesting thoughts flooded my head last night, but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to lessons from a photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found ourselves at the church, mid-day in the stifling arizona sun. i think on more than one occasion each member of that wedding party and their families thought to themselves "what were we thinking of when we planned a wedding in july, in arizona?!?!" but you would've never known it. never was a complaint uttered. some good ribbing and fun, but everyone was game for photos in the sun - even at our heat peak around 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrPKVDVXfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2X-epvDC-a8/s1600-h/wedding+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrPKVDVXfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2X-epvDC-a8/s320/wedding+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222714494246280690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one of the lessons from this moment - shoot fast because it's hot and with four little ones that are literally melting before your eyes you have to get the shot fast. overall everyone involved in posing for pictures was amazing! family and friends alike were loving being a part of this moment of the bride and groom's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as with any wedding ceremony, sitting through the vows always takes me back to the day of mine and causes me to examine where we are at in living up to those promises. it's been a hard year for the michetti's, and that's probably one of the understatements of the year. but God has been faithful. a  divine appointment with my sr. pastor and his words of wisdom, "every day wake up and pray: not my will, but Yours" has allowed me to get through and continues to keep me going. at the reception, the bride's grandparents, together 58 years, were applauded. 58! how that love, commitment and devtion must cause God's heart to swell. Love as He intended it. Commited-through good times and not-so-good; through highs and lows. their words of wisdom to the newly-married couple? "Live it up!" what a riot they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still processing some of the other lessons and observations from this experience, and maybe they will lead to future blogs. but tonight, as i process through nearly 2500 photos (did I do you proud JBL?), i feel blessed by what I was a part of yesterday. and my favorite part of the day? I got to share this experience with my nephew, tyler. i loved "working" with him...hmmm, maybe we should do it again?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/1921887703368872002-2724374556297109300?l=michettimadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2724374556297109300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921887703368872002&amp;postID=2724374556297109300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2724374556297109300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921887703368872002/posts/default/2724374556297109300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michettimadness.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-madness-begin.html' title='Let the madness begin...'/><author><name>Sheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058987644503791218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/Sz7hrqHq5WI/AAAAAAAADjk/ho1j2eGYacQ/S220/IMG_0256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0b8GZ-f-mA/SHrH6QqkWEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4us10lDa4fc/s72-c/lattes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
