tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82740926956992609992024-03-07T19:48:39.887-08:00the Weirdest girl you'll ever meetLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-25464817182364871122010-10-23T10:23:00.000-07:002010-10-23T10:33:07.803-07:00a life what?i can honestly say i completely forgot about this blog- as evident by the date of my last post- and i highly doubt that i actually have anyone who will read it but i will write anyways cause writing stuff out has a strange therapeutic effect (at least on me).<br /><br />so- i am 27 now, working as a live-in nanny, job I've had for a year now and while i am uniquely qualified to do the job and i believe i do it well I've got an exit plan and i am going through the motions, researching, planning and mapping out the next few steps- I'm finally pursuing something I've wanted to pursue for years but for many reasons just kept tucked away in my heart.<br /><br />I am a relatively open person- not many secrets but the things closest to my heart are not so widely known, i suppose they are the ones i stand to incur the most hurt from if things should go wrong so it might come to a surprise for me to tell you what this dream of mine is- and if you think hard about the person i am, hopefully it'll make perfect sense. I want to be a life coach!<br /><br />I absolutely love setting goals and mapping out steps to achieving them, and don't even get me started on the importance of a proper foundation to reach those goals, or the power of eliminating small tolerances from our daily lives, for the last few years I've devoured every book i can find on the subject and i am on 3 or 4 coaching school mailing lists, and now I've decided to go after it! my hope is to be certified at the basic level within a year, and 6 months after that to complete the advanced courses- i hope to be coaching part time by then, and full time within 5 years- there i wrote out my goals for the world to see! here we go!Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-71923805604292470152008-08-22T12:02:00.000-07:002008-08-22T12:12:15.349-07:00the option of adoption<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SK8Phal6ahI/AAAAAAAAt2o/FqaOqpFAThc/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SK8Phal6ahI/AAAAAAAAt2o/FqaOqpFAThc/s320/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237421958403615250" /></a><br />I decided a few years ago that i didn't ever want to have my own children (like physically birth them). Don't get me wrong, i can't wait to be a mom but i don't care to have little ones who carry my dna and all. I have some conditions and such that WILL be passed down generationally and some big complications that would alter my physical state if i even did get pregnant so i plan to fill my home with children who were brought into the world by parents who didn't want them, or couldn't keep them.<br /><br />Growing up we had foster kids (as far back as i can remember) infact, my younger brother, who is now 19 came to us at the age of 6 months, and we adopted him. My mom also worked as an international adoption agent for Holt for about 10 years, and i had the privilage of babysitting alot of the kids that her families adopted, they were just like any other kids, maybe their eyes looked different or their skin was a bit darker but there was no question of who they belonged to. <br /><br />Did you know that if just 7% of christian adopted an orphan there would be no more orphans, granted i know not all orphans are availible for adoption and there would continue to be more born day after day but it seems such a simple soultion... 7% is such a small number, to make such a huge impact. <br /><br />anyhow i'm still the same single aileen, no guy in my life at the moment and therefore no closer to the children that will someday be mine but- i just wanted to throw this out there, it was on my heart today. <br /><br />--leenLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-42019753474675679572008-08-20T01:48:00.001-07:002008-08-20T01:53:17.702-07:00an ACTUAL update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SKvanhi74zI/AAAAAAAAt2g/kc56T_QmAIo/s1600-h/m_721c6fe15e515052f033d50061e50b04.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SKvanhi74zI/AAAAAAAAt2g/kc56T_QmAIo/s320/m_721c6fe15e515052f033d50061e50b04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236519364302988082" /></a><br />(me and my new pink dress, and old red wig... i've given up on hoping that my REAL hair will ever grow to be long agian)<br /><br /><br />how many times have i been asked in the last week "what have you been up to"... oy, so i decided to write a blog on it.<br /><br />first first- before the REAL updates, YES the blue subaru has been repainted, by brush this time, a two-toned terquise and it looks great if i do say so myself!<br /><br />1- i'm still watching rohan, 3 afternoons a week, i only watch him 10 hours a week but it's been a year and a half now and i've fallen in love with the little guy so i can't leave him and find a full time nanny job<br /><br />2- i did just get a second job, also about 10 hours a week, helping out a friend of my mom's at her flag and banner shop, a bunch of peeling and sewing and random stuff like that<br /><br />3- i'm building a website on how to live the best life (sorta a way to be the life coach i long to be without having to go to school) it's located at www.bestbestlife.com and its a work in progress, i spend about 6-8 hours a week on it.<br /><br />4- i'm enjoying the sunshine and dreaming about traveling the us... if it's God's will he'll make a way and if not i suppose i'll go on dreaming for a few more years, maybe i'll have to visit those whom i know and love scattered around the globe instead...<br /><br />simply put i'm holding loose to my plans and expectations for what my life should be or what it could be (or what i thought it's be now at the ripe age of 25), i'm following the dreams Gods put in me and making sure the sails are up- that i'll catch the wind and sail luff (closer to the wind)... it's amazing to feel so content with my jobs, with my status (still single and perfectly ok with it, perhaps its because i know i won't ever be ready to be the woman or wife God wants me to be until i learn to be ok with being just me first), living situation (still in the parents house... weeding through the boxes of junk i've accumulated over the years).<br /><br />i sleep in almost every morning, work out or walk the butte a few times a week, and low and behold (though i have not yet mastered the art of my lovely pink guitar) i've been writing songs like crazy latley (on the trusty old piano)... i am quite simply living in the sweet spot!!!!<br /><br />hope that answers all your questions.<br />much love<br />--aileen<br /><br />(ps and after a year or two of carrying my camera EVERYWHERE with me it finally broke and i haven't the funds to replace it just yet so this summer may be alot less eventful for the photo updates and my editing program is on the fritz with the rest of my pc so yah...:(Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-23624117147996567912008-08-20T01:06:00.000-07:002008-08-20T01:24:03.229-07:00update of sortsso i decided that i'm just gonna be one of those people who has more than one blog, since i spend the bulk of my day with a 3 year old who dosn't really care to hear my view of the world and my woes, i find i have plenty to write about. <br /><br />-first i thought i'd start with a funny story, saterday night i went to a wedding, many friends were there to whitness the lovely wedding of dani and kevin... fish was the caterer, anyhow i ate food and enjoyed every bite... went home a few hours later and as i sliped into sleep i couldn't stop rubbing my eye, it hurt really bad, none the less i fell asleep, and awoke at 9 (two hours earilier than i had planned) to go to the bathroom and happend to glimps into the mirror to see my right eye completly swollen shut... woe is me. this has actually happened once before, when i discovered that i love pistachios and then discovered the same day that i was allergic, but that time my right cheek and throat also swelled, anyhow, it was a fun day of taking drugs to lessen the swelling and my mom continually checking to see how it was. about 2, i finally could open my eye and by 5 (when i had to leave the house to babysit) it was looking just a little puffy (but still i put on a hat and pulled it low to conseal my silly looking face). not sure what it was that i ate, i don't think there were nuts in any of it but who knows. ... i have a picture on my phone (so if you wanna see it ask...) i can't upload any new pics at the moment cause my camera and computer are both broken... my luck <br /><br />(so here's an old pic that has nothing to do with anything... unless you (like me) love sour skittles in which case it's to make your mouth water)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SKvSbK_3iTI/AAAAAAAAt2Q/7ZCGIYSK63w/s1600-h/101_4826.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SKvSbK_3iTI/AAAAAAAAt2Q/7ZCGIYSK63w/s320/101_4826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236510355998869810" /></a><br /><br /><br />which leads me to story two- not nearly as amusing but still... i went camping a few weeks ago (that's not the story, though i do slightly HATE camping so of course there are stories to be told from that... perhaps another time) anyhow my camera went camping too... since my trusty little kodak goes everywhere i go.. i whipped it out to get a picture of my brother-in-law chad trying to stuff a fullsize air matress into a small pup tent (etched in my mind)and discoverd that the lense is broken, won't open...even when i try to help it. so i figured, after a year and a half of going everywhere with me (got it on my 24th b-day) that i'd invest in getting the camera of my dreams.... drumroll please... a nikon, i'm saving all the money i get from side jobs this summer and whatever i have from the yardsale after i pay the stupid irs... soon i shall have my beloved camera, now if only i could get my computer up and running again so i can once again presume my hermit life of editing photos into the night. <br /><br />and the last story for this blog...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SKvTyez87NI/AAAAAAAAt2Y/vFmukM_OWTE/s1600-h/101_4142.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SKvTyez87NI/AAAAAAAAt2Y/vFmukM_OWTE/s320/101_4142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236511855966219474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SKvSbK_3iTI/AAAAAAAAt2Q/7ZCGIYSK63w/s1600-h/101_4826.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/SKvSbK_3iTI/AAAAAAAAt2Q/7ZCGIYSK63w/s320/101_4826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236510355998869810" /></a><br />it's about my little doggy sunny, she looks like a puppy but she's actually 6 and a half, i've had her for about 6 years (she's my baby), anyhow the other day i walked the butte with amy, and when i walk from home i take sunny, somehow the little doggy makes me feel safer (she's real loud, and kinda mean to people she dosn't know) so we met up and janelle (who decided to join us last minet) brought her dog, also a small dog , a boy dog names shawn but he's like 16 so...a bit older than sunny, now sunny dosn't normally like other dogs, she usually barks like crazy and stuff but she kinda liked shawn, sorta alot, she cept trying to walk by him and stuff and shawn was having none of it, he kept walking the other way... it was really funny, my doggy has a crush, thought i'd share that with all of you. <br /><br />and that's if for the ramble session today, hope i didnt' bore you all to much<br />tah<br />--aileenLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-38938225620557574002007-11-02T11:35:00.001-07:002007-11-02T11:36:22.405-07:00good-bye!i'll keep this site up so i can check everyone else's site's but my real website is www.aileen.ws<br /><br />and then my myspace also- <br />life is just to busy to have this one too----<br /><br />much love!-aileenLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-59672249076022080062007-10-29T01:15:00.000-07:002007-10-29T01:31:50.353-07:00Dress up fun!i have a mere 81 days left until the continentals tour kicks off!!! woo-hoo (not to late for you to book our tour at your church). <br />and the fundraising has begun. <br />first i had a murder for missions party (murder mystery) though this first one was free and there will be a story in the bend bulliten about it (so hopefully i'll get a bunch of interest in the next two ...which will be 25$ per character)<br /><br />then we had a costume (ninja, vampire, egyptian or pirate) scavanger hunt around bend for kaila's b-day... so here are some pics from both!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZPYMsxBI/AAAAAAAAcBg/egQWRfPGquw/s1600-h/100_3682.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZPYMsxBI/AAAAAAAAcBg/egQWRfPGquw/s320/100_3682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126672240303981586" /></a><br />my charactar was from india!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZcoMsxCI/AAAAAAAAcBo/L8QBdVpFgto/s1600-h/100_3697.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZcoMsxCI/AAAAAAAAcBo/L8QBdVpFgto/s320/100_3697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126672467937248290" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZkoMsxDI/AAAAAAAAcBw/oYCq4MONoqo/s1600-h/100_3689.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZkoMsxDI/AAAAAAAAcBw/oYCq4MONoqo/s320/100_3689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126672605376201778" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZuIMsxEI/AAAAAAAAcB4/_ruMknZvxQE/s1600-h/100_3703.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZuIMsxEI/AAAAAAAAcB4/_ruMknZvxQE/s320/100_3703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126672768584959042" /></a><br />some of the muderered victims!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZ44MsxFI/AAAAAAAAcCA/TbKYDPh-N94/s1600-h/100_3733.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWZ44MsxFI/AAAAAAAAcCA/TbKYDPh-N94/s320/100_3733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126672953268552786" /></a><br />boys in make-up...just funny!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWaD4MsxGI/AAAAAAAAcCI/G-jDkZii2xo/s1600-h/100_3735.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWaD4MsxGI/AAAAAAAAcCI/G-jDkZii2xo/s320/100_3735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126673142247113826" /></a><br /><br />my awsome blue wig!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWaMYMsxHI/AAAAAAAAcCQ/F4ZOeofh2uE/s1600-h/100_3751.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWaMYMsxHI/AAAAAAAAcCQ/F4ZOeofh2uE/s320/100_3751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126673288276001906" /></a><br />the only pink toilet we could find!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWaXYMsxII/AAAAAAAAcCY/U1xq-NMZ0JE/s1600-h/100_3761.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RyWaXYMsxII/AAAAAAAAcCY/U1xq-NMZ0JE/s320/100_3761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126673477254562946" /></a><br />the winning team- three ninja's and a pirate!Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-15386626189130991872007-09-14T15:37:00.000-07:002007-09-14T15:38:15.865-07:00my baby!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RusNTJmeIdI/AAAAAAAAZnE/FNsxiwxMHhc/s1600-h/IMG_1929.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RusNTJmeIdI/AAAAAAAAZnE/FNsxiwxMHhc/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110192824827912658" /></a>Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-31001423663423122752007-09-14T01:17:00.000-07:002007-09-14T01:28:35.690-07:00the reason for the stormsuch a simple concept- trouble, tribulation, resistance. yet to ponder the purpose in the pain, the reason for the storms, the providence behind it all, when it seems that God not only allowed them but sent them to us express.<br />We learn (or have the opportunity too) so much in these storms, about ourselves, of hidden strengths and covered weaknesses, we build endurance, learn dependence but most importantly (from today's prospective) we learn the true definition of devotion...what it means to love God, even with an empty stomach and a negative bank balance, to turn to him and lift weary arms in praise when his blessings are no where in sight.<br /><br />to echo Job in saying "...yet though he slay me, still will i praise him" it's the beauty of learning to praise him the the midst, not because i know that it will end and his blessings will come but simply because he's worth it. to build a relationship with God not based on our conditions or our emotions (both that change with the wind) but based on who he is, who history shows us he is, who the bible says he is, who he has proved he is.<br /><br />(blog inspired by 1- job and 2- "passion and purity" current book i'm reading)... hope it rang true somewhere.<br /><br />much love<br />--aileenLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-19841916185991799682007-09-01T00:01:00.000-07:002007-09-01T00:10:14.079-07:00Home again Home againHome again home again<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkQPzR6rKI/AAAAAAAAVpI/igBlz3_bhdQ/s1600-h/work_in_progress_by_aileenrebecca.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkQPzR6rKI/AAAAAAAAVpI/igBlz3_bhdQ/s400/work_in_progress_by_aileenrebecca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129516250606754" /></a><br /><br />so- it is with a sore back i write to you this late evening, from a new room, <br />very formiliar house...<br />i moved back home yesterday....sigh....<br />this time i moved into the room that my younger sister lived in -during our <br />younger years (and thus inherited her cat- which my sinuses are still adjusting<br />to)<br />the feelings are mixed (as always) i lament in the feeling of surrendering my <br />much enjoyed independence (or seperatness from the family unit) but i'm happy<br />to be home again where the messes don't seem to pile up as quickly and the <br />power bill comes addressed to my dad and not to me. <br /><br />my things are all boxed up and i feel a bit disorented (i honestly can't tell you <br />where my toothbrush is....no worries, i have a spare). <br />i do feel however, on a whole different note that this move goes right along <br />with the season i'm in currently.<br />a month or so ago- while complaining to God about facing yet another year <br />of wait (when it seems my whole life has been one big long one) i felt him say<br />to me--- it's not a season of wait, it's a season of WEIGHT! <br /><br />which may not mean a lot to you, but to me it was real big- and now with the <br />first few steps of this new season behind me- it keeps me looking ahead to what<br />he's promised he'll do in me (if i seek his will and follow his guidence) <br /><br />funny how packing things up and moving and reorganizing things (re prioritizing-<br />in a way) can cause you to re-evaluate your life, your focus and what you <br />spend your time on.... to see passions of yesterday lying in a box that has been <br />in a closet for 6 months (does something to ya)<br /><br />so- i am home again--- physically and spiritually and though it might be the cat <br />hair in the room taking it's affect- my eyes tear up a bit at the thought of being <br />back under the care of my parents- under their roof- under their provision again- <br />there's a feeling of safty here that the world will never duplicate and i'm gonna<br />enjoy it while i can! <br /><br />hope ya'll have a wonderful night<br />much love<br />--aileenLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-43706269580943834152007-08-31T23:38:00.000-07:002007-08-31T23:43:44.353-07:00Yard sale adventure!last weekend was the first of many fundraisers to raise funds for the mission trip which is a mere 140 days away! and here are some fun pics to make you feel like you were there...<br />i made 200$- wish it were more but it's 200 i didn't have so- 5800$ to go!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkKCzR6rJI/AAAAAAAAVos/XUBc3wOTYmw/s1600-h/100_1969.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkKCzR6rJI/AAAAAAAAVos/XUBc3wOTYmw/s400/100_1969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105122695842540690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJ6DR6rII/AAAAAAAAVok/2jO5RVXQ5wE/s1600-h/100_1931.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJ6DR6rII/AAAAAAAAVok/2jO5RVXQ5wE/s400/100_1931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105122545518685314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJwzR6rHI/AAAAAAAAVoc/k8i80RFOeDE/s1600-h/100_1927.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJwzR6rHI/AAAAAAAAVoc/k8i80RFOeDE/s400/100_1927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105122386604895346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJrjR6rGI/AAAAAAAAVoU/il0Pdtx00ew/s1600-h/100_1958.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJrjR6rGI/AAAAAAAAVoU/il0Pdtx00ew/s400/100_1958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105122296410582114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJkTR6rFI/AAAAAAAAVoM/FupFYF2cjHs/s1600-h/100_1957.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJkTR6rFI/AAAAAAAAVoM/FupFYF2cjHs/s400/100_1957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105122171856530514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJejR6rEI/AAAAAAAAVoE/lFpRUncZxbQ/s1600-h/100_1910.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RtkJejR6rEI/AAAAAAAAVoE/lFpRUncZxbQ/s400/100_1910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105122073072282690" /></a>Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-41921300395459159592007-08-23T21:23:00.000-07:002007-08-23T21:25:43.225-07:00Tonights prayerLord you are everything. Your are the fix to every problem, the answer to every question and the fulfillment of every desire. <br />Take my eyes off of me tonight and set them on you- and remind me that when i do, you show you're strength in each and every one of my weaknesses. <br />Let the songs i sing in worship echo in my life- let me see with your eyes and speak with your voice.<br /><br />keep my eyes on you- keep my eyes on you<br /><br />amenLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-2498294828416726622007-08-21T10:46:00.000-07:002007-08-21T19:05:00.924-07:00man the sails<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RsuZxTR6QfI/AAAAAAAAQeI/POQ1fkwrz70/s1600-h/101_9003-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RsuZxTR6QfI/AAAAAAAAQeI/POQ1fkwrz70/s400/101_9003-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101340075195253234" /></a><br /><br />Nine and a half pages in my journal today and i'm gonna share just a little snippet with you:<br />This summer has been sort of a layback summer for me, not a lot a work, not alot of much really. I did accomplish some things worth noteing- *i was in two weddings (caught two bouquets) *repainted the entire inside of my car *counseled at summer camp again and *read the entire bible in 9 weeks but for the most part my summer has been lacking.<br />God speaks to me from the pages of the bible, through sermons, sometimes though other people and songs but not like he used to- it used to be i couldn't go more than a few days without him interupting my day, he'd speak to me in the middle of my routine- let me know he was there or show me what to do next, give me a little booste of faith or encouragement.<br />and dare i admit- it's been a few months since i've heard him like that<br />until today- i was in the park, sitting on the big bumble bee, watching ro walk around and i felt a cool breeze- the kind that lets you know fall is coming- and then it hit me<br />a picture and then the explination.<br /><br />i was in a boat in the water, with my legs over the side and my feet dangleing in the water and the breeze was moving my hair.<br /><br />explinataion- the water is God, his pressence.<br />the boat is my relationship with him:<br />this summer i've kinda lounged in the boat. once or twice i jumped in and splashed around, sometimes just letting my feet in the water to cool me off. But it (like my summer) has been lacking - one huge, essential thing. you see this is not just any kind of boat, it's a sail boat and there is no sail drawn. this dosn't mean that i havn't felt the wind, or that my boat hasn't moved with the motion of the waves (created by that wind) but for the most part i have missed one oppertunity after the next to move- to where the wind (his spirit) wants me to go<br />not only that- but somedays i even dug out my oars and paddled myself where i wanted to go- sometimes even against the wind.<br /><br />to those of you around me who watch my life- my peers, and to those i lead- i apoligize... i have been a poor example.<br />Know that they are up now! the sails are where they were meant to be, where they were made to be and filled with wind again. and i intend to keep them that way.<br /><br />--much loveLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-2545933379259410702007-08-11T16:34:00.000-07:002007-08-11T16:37:18.441-07:00return of "THE QUESTION"if time, money and schooling were no barrier and God gave you an open door- what would you be doing right now? (occupation wise)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Rr5IGoW-84I/AAAAAAAAQcg/scGTMSy8eHc/s1600-h/121.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Rr5IGoW-84I/AAAAAAAAQcg/scGTMSy8eHc/s400/121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097591106980213634" /></a>Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-29926096586739773032007-08-05T20:34:00.000-07:002007-08-05T20:45:16.490-07:00New Shoes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RraW4oW-0eI/AAAAAAAAPYo/tEnvqP9dG0g/s1600-h/100_1603.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RraW4oW-0eI/AAAAAAAAPYo/tEnvqP9dG0g/s320/100_1603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095425928066945506" /></a><br /><br /><br />the world of womens shoes is a strange and particular thing- the cutest ones tend to be the ones that hurt the most. <br />I've always been an big fan of flats and flip flops myself but a few months ago i made a discover (that has changed my wardrobe drastically) i learned that after a few very painful days of wearing the cute heels, my feet got used to them and i could walk without having to take them off every time i sat down.<br /><br />which makes me think- how many times have i looked at things in my life that i want to walk out and not even tried because i was sure i couldn't endure the pain. how many times have i passed something up because the initial pain of trying it out was to much to handle. <br /><br />as i look back on the most painful times in my life, the times when i was heart broken and lonely or lost and hurting, confuzed and uncertain of anything. i see that those times, the pain was what drove me to become better, stronger, wiser. i walk differently now because of that pain. - and thus is true of today--- so i will look at it as not another trial to bare and endure or another heartache to get over, i'll instead look at it as yet another pair of shoes to break in... knowing that after the first few painful days i will learn to walk in them!<br /><br />--much loveLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-78880199959736267022007-08-03T23:54:00.000-07:002007-08-03T23:59:40.294-07:00So much for sleeping!so yah- camp was this last week- i'll write more about that later and my experience as counselor for 7 amazing girls but for now here are some pictures for you.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjx4W-0dI/AAAAAAAAPYc/3fzjVAU6_4E/s1600-h/100_1484.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjx4W-0dI/AAAAAAAAPYc/3fzjVAU6_4E/s320/100_1484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094736418312212946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjo4W-0cI/AAAAAAAAPYU/eT08Bg-V_V8/s1600-h/100_1530.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjo4W-0cI/AAAAAAAAPYU/eT08Bg-V_V8/s320/100_1530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094736263693390274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjjoW-0bI/AAAAAAAAPYM/ceVemvTSASY/s1600-h/100_1508.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjjoW-0bI/AAAAAAAAPYM/ceVemvTSASY/s320/100_1508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094736173499077042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjfYW-0aI/AAAAAAAAPYE/8AgU2lgzIDo/s1600-h/100_1470.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjfYW-0aI/AAAAAAAAPYE/8AgU2lgzIDo/s320/100_1470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094736100484632994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjcIW-0ZI/AAAAAAAAPX8/5crnCNfZpBw/s1600-h/100_1541.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjcIW-0ZI/AAAAAAAAPX8/5crnCNfZpBw/s320/100_1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094736044650058130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjW4W-0YI/AAAAAAAAPX0/HtA9uT3D7bQ/s1600-h/100_1546.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjW4W-0YI/AAAAAAAAPX0/HtA9uT3D7bQ/s320/100_1546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094735954455744898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjRIW-0XI/AAAAAAAAPXs/iP3BSUjNsLM/s1600-h/100_1494.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjRIW-0XI/AAAAAAAAPXs/iP3BSUjNsLM/s320/100_1494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094735855671497074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjLYW-0WI/AAAAAAAAPXk/jZJB-70Mv-4/s1600-h/100_1486.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjLYW-0WI/AAAAAAAAPXk/jZJB-70Mv-4/s320/100_1486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094735756887249250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjFoW-0VI/AAAAAAAAPXc/8bv5m2GFmZw/s1600-h/100_1481.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RrQjFoW-0VI/AAAAAAAAPXc/8bv5m2GFmZw/s320/100_1481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094735658103001426" /></a>Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-17591490468601001492007-07-22T22:59:00.000-07:002007-07-22T23:20:42.425-07:00more pictures from wedding week<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFhIW-0EI/AAAAAAAAPVM/CgazEK-1xhA/s1600-h/Joanne+and+Chad-+Pre+wedding+fun+006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFhIW-0EI/AAAAAAAAPVM/CgazEK-1xhA/s320/Joanne+and+Chad-+Pre+wedding+fun+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090269914317377602" /></a><br />the whole bridal shower gang!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqREjoW-0AI/AAAAAAAAPUs/e2pjBJUuOv4/s1600-h/100_1417.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqREjoW-0AI/AAAAAAAAPUs/e2pjBJUuOv4/s320/100_1417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090268857755422722" /></a><br />at the bridal shower everyone was spit into teams (of three) and then they had to write a poem about JoAnne and Chad using all these random items... i was very impressed at the quality of poems! they're going in her book for sure<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRE4IW-0BI/AAAAAAAAPU0/91x3uB5b4wg/s1600-h/100_1416.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRE4IW-0BI/AAAAAAAAPU0/91x3uB5b4wg/s320/100_1416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090269209942741010" /></a><br />said poem writting<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFDoW-0CI/AAAAAAAAPU8/L-PiI2xTErY/s1600-h/Joanne+and+Chad-+Pre+wedding+fun+037.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFDoW-0CI/AAAAAAAAPU8/L-PiI2xTErY/s320/Joanne+and+Chad-+Pre+wedding+fun+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090269407511236642" /></a><br />another bridal shower game... they had to draw a picture of Jo in her dress and vail and all... but on top of their heads... very humerous (also going in the book)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFWYW-0DI/AAAAAAAAPVE/ZhIj20zjfhY/s1600-h/Bike+ride+and+random+pics+009.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFWYW-0DI/AAAAAAAAPVE/ZhIj20zjfhY/s320/Bike+ride+and+random+pics+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090269729633783858" /></a><br />and this "folks" is my new brother!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFpYW-0FI/AAAAAAAAPVU/70q_oc0HpRU/s1600-h/Bike+ride+and+random+pics+021.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFpYW-0FI/AAAAAAAAPVU/70q_oc0HpRU/s320/Bike+ride+and+random+pics+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090270056051298386" /></a><br />trying out a new look!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFxoW-0GI/AAAAAAAAPVc/Bn7hmXcoink/s1600-h/Bike+ride+and+random+pics+028.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRFxoW-0GI/AAAAAAAAPVc/Bn7hmXcoink/s320/Bike+ride+and+random+pics+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090270197785219170" /></a><br />Barns and nobel starbucks (bacholerette party planning session)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRGB4W-0HI/AAAAAAAAPVk/5ASNF52_D1s/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+016.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRGB4W-0HI/AAAAAAAAPVk/5ASNF52_D1s/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090270476958093426" /></a><br />putting together the programs (two nights before)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRGQYW-0II/AAAAAAAAPVs/R8sFYT3X3QU/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRGQYW-0II/AAAAAAAAPVs/R8sFYT3X3QU/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090270726066196610" /></a><br />tying bows and punching holes like pros!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRGaoW-0JI/AAAAAAAAPV0/Rt1douVDq6A/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+031.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRGaoW-0JI/AAAAAAAAPV0/Rt1douVDq6A/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090270902159855762" /></a><br />we were all very tierd...sunny fell asleep half way through the project<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRGmYW-0KI/AAAAAAAAPV8/U7ezJ45Xykc/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+019.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRGmYW-0KI/AAAAAAAAPV8/U7ezJ45Xykc/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090271104023318690" /></a><br />finished product (haha...not without having to reglue a page on the next day... yes, all 140 of them)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRG2YW-0LI/AAAAAAAAPWE/uI-pxHuxAcw/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+034.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRG2YW-0LI/AAAAAAAAPWE/uI-pxHuxAcw/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090271378901225650" /></a><br />waiting to get our nails done<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRG_4W-0MI/AAAAAAAAPWM/xwN6D_QbDeI/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+043.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRG_4W-0MI/AAAAAAAAPWM/xwN6D_QbDeI/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090271542109982914" /></a><br />getting pretty<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRHJYW-0NI/AAAAAAAAPWU/npIMDVL_fLY/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+046.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRHJYW-0NI/AAAAAAAAPWU/npIMDVL_fLY/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090271705318740178" /></a><br />finished product... no touchups needed (yay)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRHV4W-0OI/AAAAAAAAPWc/bH9_8749ZDU/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+044.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRHV4W-0OI/AAAAAAAAPWc/bH9_8749ZDU/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090271920067104994" /></a><br />rehersal<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRHeYW-0PI/AAAAAAAAPWk/rZw8sXhMeBs/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+056.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRHeYW-0PI/AAAAAAAAPWk/rZw8sXhMeBs/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090272066095993074" /></a><br />the bridesmaid dresses have an uneven hem (on purpose) so we told jo we were all gonna stand like this...(no we didn't)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRHwoW-0QI/AAAAAAAAPWs/kO65Yc2V6TI/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+062.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRHwoW-0QI/AAAAAAAAPWs/kO65Yc2V6TI/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090272379628605698" /></a><br />rehersal dinner (me natty and cousin mallory) holding up the beans... uh yah, no reason really<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRH_oW-0RI/AAAAAAAAPW0/O3ny32eGyY8/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+069.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRH_oW-0RI/AAAAAAAAPW0/O3ny32eGyY8/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090272637326643474" /></a><br />getting her bacholerette party attire on!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRIM4W-0SI/AAAAAAAAPW8/DBIABRbQjDc/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+076.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRIM4W-0SI/AAAAAAAAPW8/DBIABRbQjDc/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090272864959910178" /></a><br />pretty as ever!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRIWIW-0TI/AAAAAAAAPXE/N2OoMgMv9Bs/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+085.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRIWIW-0TI/AAAAAAAAPXE/N2OoMgMv9Bs/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090273023873700146" /></a><br />friends cousins and sisters- fun times<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRIfYW-0UI/AAAAAAAAPXM/J7mDNx029Nc/s1600-h/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+087.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqRIfYW-0UI/AAAAAAAAPXM/J7mDNx029Nc/s320/Wedding+craziness+(JoAnne+and+Chad)+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090273182787490114" /></a><br />i made her shirt... it say's "Last night as a STRONG"... but always a sister!Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-45423806997133272872007-07-21T09:33:00.000-07:002007-07-21T09:58:21.531-07:00Free from the vortexmy sister JoAnne got married yesterday! and now the vortex (the wedding vortex) that has been holding me captive is gone. they are on their honey moon and my hair has been washed free of all hairspray! anyhow here are some pics of the day (i couldn't edit any of them cause my computer is being stupid so sorry some of them are dark).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI3L4W-z-I/AAAAAAAAPUA/fh-wmEHdUXI/s1600-h/CIMG2903.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI3L4W-z-I/AAAAAAAAPUA/fh-wmEHdUXI/s320/CIMG2903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089691206128947170" /></a><br /><br />here's Jo- sipping some 7up (she sent us to the store for crakers and then called us just as we were leaving to tell us she also needed some 7up...)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI3HIW-z9I/AAAAAAAAPT4/XxS_hb87-SU/s1600-h/CIMG2907.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI3HIW-z9I/AAAAAAAAPT4/XxS_hb87-SU/s320/CIMG2907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089691124524568530" /></a><br /><br />me and the sister getting ready (i think we actually look alike here) me no makeup yet<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI3CYW-z8I/AAAAAAAAPTw/Zs5ZrQOiN_M/s1600-h/CIMG2916.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI3CYW-z8I/AAAAAAAAPTw/Zs5ZrQOiN_M/s320/CIMG2916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089691042920189890" /></a><br /><br />at the church...getting her into the dress...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI20IW-z6I/AAAAAAAAPTg/Asi1YRUATVw/s1600-h/CIMG2936.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI20IW-z6I/AAAAAAAAPTg/Asi1YRUATVw/s320/CIMG2936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089690798107053986" /></a><br /><br />all three strong girls... one down two to go! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2uYW-z5I/AAAAAAAAPTY/78_le2ak8Ns/s1600-h/CIMG2945.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2uYW-z5I/AAAAAAAAPTY/78_le2ak8Ns/s320/CIMG2945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089690699322806162" /></a><br /><br />Jo and Chad posing for a million pictures.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2o4W-z4I/AAAAAAAAPTQ/rZT9L6DzNto/s1600-h/CIMG2952.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2o4W-z4I/AAAAAAAAPTQ/rZT9L6DzNto/s320/CIMG2952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089690604833525634" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />me and my bouquet. by the end of the night i had two... i caught the bouquet that she tossed too...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2jIW-z3I/AAAAAAAAPTI/fqPQocoIcjM/s1600-h/CIMG2959.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2jIW-z3I/AAAAAAAAPTI/fqPQocoIcjM/s320/CIMG2959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089690506049277810" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />me JoAnne and Sarah (jo's best friend from boston)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2dYW-z2I/AAAAAAAAPTA/vVoo_zLS6bQ/s1600-h/CIMG2967.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2dYW-z2I/AAAAAAAAPTA/vVoo_zLS6bQ/s320/CIMG2967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089690407265029986" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we were being the statue of liberty! (board standing around waiting for our turn to be photographed by my uncle jim)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2XoW-z1I/AAAAAAAAPS4/cZsQZbQmYkg/s1600-h/CIMG3023.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2XoW-z1I/AAAAAAAAPS4/cZsQZbQmYkg/s320/CIMG3023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089690308480782162" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my mom was alredy bawling by this time... my grandpa asked "who gives this man" and my dad gave her had to chad as he said "her mother and i do"... look at his face!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2Q4W-z0I/AAAAAAAAPSw/eEBOqnKRMAY/s1600-h/CIMG3041.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2Q4W-z0I/AAAAAAAAPSw/eEBOqnKRMAY/s320/CIMG3041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089690192516665154" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />post wedding, post reception... off to the honeymoon<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2KoW-zzI/AAAAAAAAPSo/lRYtFWU1ZSg/s1600-h/CIMG3051.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2KoW-zzI/AAAAAAAAPSo/lRYtFWU1ZSg/s320/CIMG3051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089690085142482738" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bridesmaids winding down- sarah and micah... uh not sure<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2EoW-zyI/AAAAAAAAPSg/18ITzMoXuWQ/s1600-h/CIMG3045.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI2EoW-zyI/AAAAAAAAPSg/18ITzMoXuWQ/s320/CIMG3045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089689982063267618" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />me Merideth and Natty<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI1-oW-zxI/AAAAAAAAPSY/HVwPYPl02Rs/s1600-h/CIMG3058.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI1-oW-zxI/AAAAAAAAPSY/HVwPYPl02Rs/s320/CIMG3058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089689878984052498" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Natty and Micah busting a move<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI14oW-zwI/AAAAAAAAPSQ/ULbEKZJWvuU/s1600-h/CIMG3052.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI14oW-zwI/AAAAAAAAPSQ/ULbEKZJWvuU/s320/CIMG3052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089689775904837378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Charlies Angels pose!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI1xoW-zvI/AAAAAAAAPSI/R6TZxk9aT6s/s1600-h/CIMG3063.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI1xoW-zvI/AAAAAAAAPSI/R6TZxk9aT6s/s320/CIMG3063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089689655645753074" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Micah had a little spill...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI1qYW-zuI/AAAAAAAAPSA/JjY64iuH0os/s1600-h/CIMG3074.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RqI1qYW-zuI/AAAAAAAAPSA/JjY64iuH0os/s320/CIMG3074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089689531091701474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and this is my impression of bridezilla... loving nickname for my sister the last few days... <br /><br />more pics to come!Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-49489885251681543852007-07-19T08:47:00.000-07:002007-07-19T08:58:16.942-07:00Afternoon stars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Rp-KE_O4bRI/AAAAAAAAPR4/Fcg3wOeigRc/s1600-h/peace.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Rp-KE_O4bRI/AAAAAAAAPR4/Fcg3wOeigRc/s200/peace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088937922249911570" /></a><br /><br /><br />the stars, the stars i love are out now, though it is only 8:49 in the morning and i don't mean they're out in some other country where it's night...no they are out here, in bend Oregon where the sun is shining and it's freezing (really at least in my apartment) they are out, always, i just can't see them til all the other lights dim and the sun sets on the busy day, then i can see them, for a while until the sun rises again announcing another day of things to be done and then my beloved stars disappear again, but not in reality, just in my feeble human site, they are constant, they don't move (until they fall and go out) but for the most part i can know that they are always there and when night falls i can see them again-<br />kinda like God, he's always there, even when the sun in shining in my eyes and i can't see him, even when my days are busy and i only just whisper a prayer in frustration, or when tears are all i have, and the words don't quite make it out of my head and heart, he's there, steady and constant, never to move or fall or burn out, he'll never leave me, he'll never reject me and he's got his eye on my life and he knows what all this is leading me too (even when he chooses not to let me in on it) there's an end here somewhere, or a pause at lease, when my life will make sense once again (soon i hope).<br />until then i will just try to remember that day or night, like the stars, he's always there and to enjoy the times when the world around me is dark enough to see him! <br /><br />--much loveLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-54194522765572527982007-07-15T09:47:00.000-07:002007-07-15T09:56:44.092-07:00SPREAD the gospel, SING the gospel....same thing!so a few months ago a did something I've wanted to do for 5 years now. i applied for the continental singers (it's a music based mission trip)thank you to those of you who filled out my references! <br />I'm gonna be leaving on January 17th and will be back on May 5th! so so excited. i'm moving out of my apartment and back into my parents house (to save more money) since the trip cost a whopping 6000$ and I'll be having some fun fund raising events (which I'll post as they get planned) the first of which is a yard sale, August 24-26th so if you have any junk you'd like to pass along for me to sell that would be much appreciated.<br />I also have cool support letters with Prayer cards so if you want one let me know (i should have some with me at all times) and if you just wanna help out with anything, planning or money let me know and I'll tell you how you can help! <br /><br />the website to the continentals is to the right under leens links- check them out! and maybe someone should book an event at westside so y'all could see me in action (the first three months of the trip is touring the US from church to church) and the second part is in the Philippines (i know i spelled that wronge...opps).<br /><br />anyhow, that's the newest news in my life- now you've been updated!<br />--much love<br />-aileenLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-72815300048560230142007-07-08T23:24:00.000-07:002007-07-09T00:16:06.586-07:00Sheshe<br /><br /><br />she was born into a loving family- a Christian family. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHe9eHXJSI/AAAAAAAAPRI/Ep_M2f1S8pY/s1600-h/101_6933-1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHe9eHXJSI/AAAAAAAAPRI/Ep_M2f1S8pY/s200/101_6933-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085090601915327778" /></a><br /><br />she had parents who loved her and loved each other. <br />she asked Jesus into her heart at age 7. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHfEuHXJTI/AAAAAAAAPRQ/dM0oJGjr4wM/s1600-h/101_7012-1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHfEuHXJTI/AAAAAAAAPRQ/dM0oJGjr4wM/s200/101_7012-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085090726469379378" /></a><br /><br />she had two bibles, knew all the stories and songs, <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but as she grew up... <br />she hated who she was.<br />she hated the way she walked<br />she hated the way she talked <br />she hated her skin and hair, her name and everything else about her<br />she longed to disappear <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHfMOHXJUI/AAAAAAAAPRY/abKjc6_l3yg/s1600-h/100_1229-1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHfMOHXJUI/AAAAAAAAPRY/abKjc6_l3yg/s200/100_1229-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085090855318398274" /></a><br /><br />she wondered, how a mighty God could love one such as her. <br />she wondered often if he even existed. <br />she wondered what would happen if she died to find out he didn't exist.<br />she thought of death a lot.<br />she got real sick. <br />she had a lot of pain and lost alot of weight, which made them make fun of her even more. <br />she got tested and retested for a year and finally<br />she was diagnosed with a disease.<br />she wouldn't die from it but it would change her life <br />she'd have to think about it for the rest of her life, every day, every time she ate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHfYuHXJVI/AAAAAAAAPRg/IkHBU-4Rr_I/s1600-h/101_7088-1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHfYuHXJVI/AAAAAAAAPRg/IkHBU-4Rr_I/s200/101_7088-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085091070066763090" /></a><br /><br />now more than ever she doubted Gods existence. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHgYOHXJXI/AAAAAAAAPRw/uXRk-8LaGcs/s1600-h/101_7085-1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHgYOHXJXI/AAAAAAAAPRw/uXRk-8LaGcs/s200/101_7085-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085092160988456306" /></a><br /><br />she got real good at blending in to the crowd. <br />she wanted more than anything to make all the pain go away but didn't know how.<br />all the while <br />she still spent her summers at bible camp and her Sundays in church, singing the songs she couldn't believe.<br />she always had a smile on her face so no-one would suspect.<br />til one night<br />they gathered around her <br />as so many had before<br />they layed their hands on her and prayed to that God who said he loved her.<br />she went home. <br />she had been healed. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHfguHXJWI/AAAAAAAAPRo/i_BtBwUqLgo/s1600-h/101_3804-1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHfguHXJWI/AAAAAAAAPRo/i_BtBwUqLgo/s200/101_3804-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085091207505716578" /></a><br /><br />days past. <br />weeks. <br />still not getting sick. <br />she got retested and ...after 3 years... it was gone.<br />this disease that has no cure, that stays with you for the rest of your life... gone.<br />in that moment. <br />in that instant. <br />in that dark kitchen as she sat on the counter with all the hope she could muster in her. <br />her doubt melted away. <br />she found her value and her worth in one simple truth.<br />He is real<br />She felt his touch<br />and she (aileen) will never doubt God again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHex-HXJRI/AAAAAAAAPRA/5L6Y5tnUL4I/s1600-h/101_2607.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RpHex-HXJRI/AAAAAAAAPRA/5L6Y5tnUL4I/s320/101_2607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085090404346832146" /></a>Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-518942143844952152007-07-07T09:47:00.000-07:002007-07-07T09:57:31.411-07:00Hunger Pains<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Ro_FNuHXJPI/AAAAAAAAPQs/5YIBY4tKRQA/s1600-h/100_1202.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Ro_FNuHXJPI/AAAAAAAAPQs/5YIBY4tKRQA/s400/100_1202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084499343832458482" /></a><br /><br />no commment!<br /><br /><br />(originally written and posted on my myspace but it's going here now to cause it applies)<br /><br />what would happen if every time i was hungry, every time i sat down to eat there was food, ready and waiting for me. i'd eat and be filled and go along my way. but, what happens when i am hungry and there is no food in reach or no way to get food. when i have to wait with anticipation for the food. to cook something and smell it before it's ready or to wait until the appointed time to eat.... then when i come to the table... completely aware of the emptiness that growls within me... then when i bow my head and thank God for providing it...then when i lift the fork to my lips- what i feel is not merely full, but satisfied.<br /><br />hunger is what drives us- not just physical hunger but in every nook and cranny of our beings. a hunger for purpose, a hunger for acceptance, a hunger for success and understanding...<br /><br />ah and of course a hunger for love. our movies and songs, our nightclubs and bars, our books, magazines, everything that surrounds us....remind us of this hunger for love.<br /><br />do we reach for what's ready and instant to fill us or do we wait for the meal to be prepared and set on the table before us? i will wait...i will wait...for how ever long i must<br /><br />and i know when i sit down to this table... i will feel that satisfaction...and the grumble in my being, the longing in my soul, the want in my flesh--- is the hunger that will keep me holding on years down the road when times are tough and statistics threaten to prove right, it's the hunger that will keep the fire burning in seasons of rain and times of trials.<br /><br /> i just thought i'd share this with ya'll and hope that it rings true in some of you as well-- next time i feel the grumble of the hunger pains...i will remember... it is the wait that makes the sweetest satisfaction.<br /><br />God Bless<br /><br />--aileen<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Ro_Eg-HXJMI/AAAAAAAAPQU/4mTqgZcJnoI/s1600-h/100_1181.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Ro_Eg-HXJMI/AAAAAAAAPQU/4mTqgZcJnoI/s400/100_1181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084498575033312450" /></a><br /><br />me and my sunny bunny on the 4th!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Ro_EuuHXJNI/AAAAAAAAPQc/UT-zD0n8mn4/s1600-h/100_1161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Ro_EuuHXJNI/AAAAAAAAPQc/UT-zD0n8mn4/s400/100_1161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084498811256513746" /></a><br /><br />me and Rohan (the cutest little guy- they pay me to watch him...)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Ro_E9OHXJOI/AAAAAAAAPQk/Gy9NLf4zarw/s1600-h/100_1216.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/Ro_E9OHXJOI/AAAAAAAAPQk/Gy9NLf4zarw/s400/100_1216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084499060364616930" /></a><br /><br />so- the inside of my car is being painted! cause it was too boring (next the outside is gonna get a new color!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />God Bless ya'll- have an awesome Saturday!Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-89675155135117184922007-06-26T01:32:00.000-07:002007-07-07T09:59:26.753-07:00pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDSjWetRSI/AAAAAAAAPQA/mstvYSG6f5w/s1600-h/n691620161_606375_3670.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDSjWetRSI/AAAAAAAAPQA/mstvYSG6f5w/s400/n691620161_606375_3670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080291884445549858" border="0" />this is my perty face!!!! </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDSKGetRRI/AAAAAAAAPP4/F1Y_w7B7OvM/s1600-h/n691620161_315947_5438.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDSKGetRRI/AAAAAAAAPP4/F1Y_w7B7OvM/s320/n691620161_315947_5438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080291450653852946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDSAGetRQI/AAAAAAAAPPw/SygNPFybx3Y/s1600-h/n691620161_315943_12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDSAGetRQI/AAAAAAAAPPw/SygNPFybx3Y/s320/n691620161_315943_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080291278855161090" border="0" />another small group pic! sorry- i just love these girls so much!</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDRcGetRPI/AAAAAAAAPPo/iIaUXHSIPnI/s1600-h/100_0411.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDRcGetRPI/AAAAAAAAPPo/iIaUXHSIPnI/s320/100_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080290660379870450" border="0" /></a>Jessica, Vanessa, Laural, Taylor W, Rylie, Taylor R. and me....aka- 6 of my 10 awsome small group girls (jv small group)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDRL2etRNI/AAAAAAAAPPY/oVfYLy32b9s/s1600-h/100_0792.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDRL2etRNI/AAAAAAAAPPY/oVfYLy32b9s/s320/100_0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080290381206996178" border="0" />me and bluecy and outdoor emerge!</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDQdGetRMI/AAAAAAAAPPQ/IXxgKpgSu70/s1600-h/101_9629.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDQdGetRMI/AAAAAAAAPPQ/IXxgKpgSu70/s320/101_9629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080289578048111810" border="0" /></a>me and lily (*the stinkin cutest little girl on the planet) - we were waiting for her bus!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDP-2etRLI/AAAAAAAAPPI/LB7FVDMe93c/s1600-h/100_0586.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDP-2etRLI/AAAAAAAAPPI/LB7FVDMe93c/s320/100_0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080289058357068978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is me and most of (not jessica or elisha) my awsome small group girls!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDPsmetRJI/AAAAAAAAPO4/ayRjV1FKK0g/s1600-h/105_9893.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OeDq7VFmFI/RoDPsmetRJI/AAAAAAAAPO4/ayRjV1FKK0g/s200/105_9893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080288744824456338" border="0" /></a><br />so it seems the thing to do on these pages is not nearly to blog (which i do rather enjoy) but to post pics like a mad person so---- uh, nothing particular but here are some pics for you!Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-74194134039470422752007-06-19T22:14:00.000-07:002007-06-19T22:17:49.988-07:00Home Renovationmy favorite analogy for life is that of a house...and so i'll use it to describe where i am these days-<br /> the last few years we (me and God) boldozed it all and started from srcatch. we laid a sterdy foundation, and then started on the frame work...<br /><br />and naturally i got ahead of my builder...with an excited hammer in my hand, i put up some walls, made a little room on my own... i even had the wallpaper and carpet picked out until....<br /><br />one day God visited my building site, and as he looked at my most asteemed accomplishment and then down at the blueprints... he told me that this room was supposed to be twice this size, that i could leave it, but i'd be settleing for less than the best.<br />so with tears in my eyes, i set down my hammer and picked up a sledge hammer, we worked side by side, tearing down the walls i had so dilligently put up.<br /><br />now as i see the bare framework once again, i feel defeated, punished, and alone. But then i glance at the builders blueprints and i know that what he has for that specific room is so much better than what i had thought was best.<br /><br />the why- the tears that burn my eyes and blur my vision.... the question that can't be answered befor or even in the midst of a struggle...but only after, fills my mind.<br />i know there is a reason for everything, and it's all for Gods glory but this has to be one of the most painful lessons yet....<br /><br />and so, with caution i pick the hammer back up. this time i wait for the builders cue. we'll build side-by-side, so that i don't lose his vision and do it on my own again.<br /><br />someday this house will be complete...glorious....magnificant....and complete!<br /><br /><br /><br />much love<br />--aileenLeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-23418146393387998032007-01-02T11:13:00.000-08:002007-06-20T09:27:01.394-07:00seeing doublei did engagement pics for holly and sheldon this last weekend...here are my favs!<br /><br /><p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="300" width="700" style="width:700px;height:300px" data="http://widget-d0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /><br /> <param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://widget-d0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /> <param name="scale" value="noscale" /><br /> <param name="salign" value="l" /><br /> <param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><br /> <param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&il=1&channel=144115188085695184&site=widget-d0.slide.com" /><br /></object><p><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnNsaWRlLmNvbS9waXZvdD9hZD0wJnR0PTAmc2s9MCZjeT1tcyZ0aD0wJmlkPTE0NDExNTE4ODA4NTY5NTE4NCZtYXA9MQ==" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p1/144115188085695184/ms_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnNsaWRlLmNvbS9waXZvdD9hZD0wJnR0PTAmc2s9MCZjeT1tcyZ0aD0wJmlkPTE0NDExNTE4ODA4NTY5NTE4NCZtYXA9Mg==" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p2/144115188085695184/ms_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-47.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&il=1&channel=360287970191708999&site=widget-47.slide.com" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="300" width="400"></embed><div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=360287970191708999&cy=bl&tt=15&at=0&map=2" target="_blank"><br /></a></div></div>Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274092695699260999.post-90992889395146266442006-12-06T13:41:00.000-08:002006-12-06T13:43:09.797-08:00so i guess people don't talk to you much on here (sept for the cool king girl!!! ) unless you have a question....<br /><br />soo...<br />what is your favorite word!?! (and why, by sound or defination)...<br /><br />yah- that's all!Leenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323259196842270933noreply@blogger.com3