<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038</id><updated>2009-11-11T02:52:29.148Z</updated><title type='text'>life:  a commentary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>366</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-8727071255383344456</id><published>2009-10-01T01:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:07:13.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Your Hands</title><content type='html'>just heard it...I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by JJ Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have unanswered prayers&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble I wish wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;And I have asked a thousand ways&lt;br /&gt;That You would take my pain away&lt;br /&gt;That You would take my pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;How to walk this weary land&lt;br /&gt;Make straight the paths that crookedly lie&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, before these feet of mine&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, before these feet of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You walked upon the Earth&lt;br /&gt;You healed the broken, lost, and hurt&lt;br /&gt;I know You hate to see me cry&lt;br /&gt;One day You will set all things right&lt;br /&gt;Yea, one day You will set all things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands&lt;br /&gt;Your hands that shape the world&lt;br /&gt;Are holding me, they hold me still&lt;br /&gt;Your hands that shape the world&lt;br /&gt;Are holding me, they hold me still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I never leave You when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I never leave...&lt;br /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-8727071255383344456?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8727071255383344456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=8727071255383344456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/8727071255383344456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/8727071255383344456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-hands.html' title='Your Hands'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-6312704401675078990</id><published>2009-08-26T02:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:27:40.959Z</updated><title type='text'>a new way to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"just for today i will try to live through this day only, and not tackle all my problems at once.  i can do something for 12 hrs that would appall me if i felt that i had to keep it up for a lifetime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-6312704401675078990?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6312704401675078990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=6312704401675078990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/6312704401675078990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/6312704401675078990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-way-to-live.html' title='a new way to live'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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me</title><content type='html'>this past week has been one of the hardest in my life.  its put me on my face realizing how much I need help and healing in the deep dark recesses of Amber.   I need time to work on myself.  and the Lord is giving that to me.  I won't go into details here...but, it's over.  For now at least.  My prayer is that in the Lord's timing we'll be ready.  Or that He'll heal my broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to trust Him.  I'm just being honest.  but I know I have to.  He's the only one that will never walk away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-1515931892612630467?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1515931892612630467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=1515931892612630467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/1515931892612630467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/1515931892612630467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-with-me.html' title='living with me'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-9130195689340406171</id><published>2009-08-21T00:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:12:41.257Z</updated><title type='text'>even more music</title><content type='html'>you've probably heard this before, I'm pretty sure it's pretty old...but doing my Bible study today brought this to mind, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Aaron Jeoffrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:darkblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Genesis, He's the breath of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Exodus, the passover Lamb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Leviticus, He's our high priest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Numbers, the fire by night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Deuteronomy, He's Moses' voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Joshua, He is salvation's choice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Judges, Law giver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Ruth, the kinsman redeemer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First and Second Samuel, our trusted prophet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Kings and Chronicles, He's sovereign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ezra, true and faithful scribe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nehemiah, He's the rebuilder of broken walls and lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Esther, He's Mordecai's courage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Job, the timeless redeemer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Psalms, He is our morning song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Proverbs, wisdom's cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ecclesiastes, the time and season &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the Song of Solomon, He is the lover's dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He is, He is, He is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Isaiah, He's Prince of Peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeremiah, the weeping prophet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Lamentations, the cry for Israel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ezekiel, He's the call from sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Daniel, the stranger in the fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Hosea, He is forever faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Joel, He's the Spirits power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Amos, the arms that carry us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Obadiah, He's the Lord our Savior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Jonah, He's the great missionary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Micah, the promise of peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Nahum, He is our strength and our shield &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Habakkuk and Zephaniah, He's pleading for revival &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Haggai, He restores a lost heritage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Zechariah, our fountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Malachi, He is the son of righteousness rising with healing in His wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He is, He is, He is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, He is God, Man, Messiah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the book of Acts, He is fire from heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Romans, He's the grace of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Corinthians, the power of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Galatians, He is freedom from the curse of sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ephesians, our glorious treasure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Philippians, the servants heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Colossians, He's the Godhead trinity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thessalonians, our coming King &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Timothy, Titus, Philemon He's our mediator and our faithful Pastor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Hebrews, the everlasting covenant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In James, the one who heals the sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In First and Second Peter, he is our Shepherd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In John and in Jude, He is the lover coming for His bride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the Revelation, He is King of Kings and the Lord of Lords &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He is, He is, He is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The prince of peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Son of man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lamb of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The great I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He's the alpha and omega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our God and our Savior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He is Jesus Christ Lord and when time is no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He is, He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-9130195689340406171?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/9130195689340406171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=9130195689340406171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/9130195689340406171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/9130195689340406171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/even-more-music.html' title='even more music'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-5856511952494519436</id><published>2009-08-18T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:10:13.948Z</updated><title type='text'>leave the scar</title><content type='html'>Heal the Wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;by PoG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I used to wish that I could rewrite history&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream that each mistake could be erased&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just pretend&lt;br /&gt;I never knew me back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pray that You would take this shame away&lt;br /&gt;Hide all the evidence of who I've been&lt;br /&gt;But it's the memory of&lt;br /&gt;The place You brought me from&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;And even though I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of how merciful You are&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Take the pieces of this heart&lt;br /&gt;And heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not lived a life that boasts of anything&lt;br /&gt;I don't take pride in what I bring&lt;br /&gt;But I'll build an altar with&lt;br /&gt;The rubble that You've found me in&lt;br /&gt;And every stone will sing&lt;br /&gt;Of what You can redeem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of how merciful You are&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Take the pieces of this heart&lt;br /&gt;And heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me forget&lt;br /&gt;Everything You've done for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me forget&lt;br /&gt;The beauty in the suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of how merciful You are&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Take the pieces of this heart&lt;br /&gt;And heal the wound but leave the scar&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-5856511952494519436?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5856511952494519436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=5856511952494519436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/5856511952494519436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/5856511952494519436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/leave-scar.html' title='leave the scar'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-3291464983675368947</id><published>2009-08-05T21:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:44:35.342Z</updated><title type='text'>He fails us NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail Us Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1000 Generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure doesn't phase you.&lt;br /&gt;Worry doesn't win.&lt;br /&gt;Lost doesn't leave you afraid to start again.&lt;br /&gt;Our sin doesn't shock you.&lt;br /&gt;Our shame doesn't shame you at all.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes do not move you.&lt;br /&gt;Terror doesn't tame.&lt;br /&gt;Death doesn't doom you to life in the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our suffering doesn't scare you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Our secrets won't surprise you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing above you.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing beyond you.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that you can't do.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will come, we'll rise above.&lt;br /&gt;You fail us not, You fail us not.&lt;br /&gt;No matter the war, our hope is secure.&lt;br /&gt;You fail us not, You fail us not.&lt;br /&gt;You fail us not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred doesn't hide you.&lt;br /&gt;Evil doesn't ail.&lt;br /&gt;Despair can't disguise you and tell you that you fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our doubt doesn't daunt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Our darkness won't defeat you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing above you.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing beyond you.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that you can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever will come, we'll rise above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You fail us not, You fail us not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No matter the war, our hope is secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You fail us not, You fail us not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Whatever will come, we'll rise above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You fail us not, You fail us not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, You fail us not.&lt;br /&gt;You fail us not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-3291464983675368947?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3291464983675368947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=3291464983675368947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/3291464983675368947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/3291464983675368947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-fails-us-not.html' title='He fails us NOT'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-6756336980705748728</id><published>2009-07-14T23:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:50:11.401Z</updated><title type='text'>something witty</title><content type='html'>i so wish i had something witty to say.  a good story.  or something i'm learning about. &lt;br /&gt;but i just don't. &lt;br /&gt;right now my life is filled with microbiology and anatomy/physiology.  i'm overwhelmed.  fitting 2 huge classes into a 10 week semester has been way harder than i ever imagined.  most of my free time is spent studying.&lt;br /&gt;OR spending time with kevin.  he's the boy in the picture from the last post.  i'm sure i'll have more to say later, but for now just know that he's fantastic.  i wish i could introduce him to all of you...&lt;br /&gt;but for now i promise to share more soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-6756336980705748728?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6756336980705748728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=6756336980705748728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/6756336980705748728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/6756336980705748728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-witty.html' title='something witty'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-476481661960120805</id><published>2009-07-05T14:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:50:59.033Z</updated><title type='text'>shhhhh....</title><content type='html'>there's a reason I haven't been around much lately...&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SlDhsi-4qCI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xSIDAZNxgOc/s1600-h/CIMG2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SlDhsi-4qCI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xSIDAZNxgOc/s320/CIMG2039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355028112364578850" 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/10756038-476481661960120805?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/476481661960120805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=476481661960120805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/476481661960120805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/476481661960120805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/07/shhhhh.html' title='shhhhh....'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SlDhsi-4qCI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xSIDAZNxgOc/s72-c/CIMG2039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-8652916264546265429</id><published>2009-06-27T17:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:25:08.961Z</updated><title type='text'>better late than never, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZU03p_JbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/HN6AVeefNE4/s1600-h/CIMG2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZU03p_JbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/HN6AVeefNE4/s320/CIMG2037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058474446398898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i went to Auburn to visit my new "nephew"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so stinkin' precious-1st time i've almost cried seeing a baby for the 1st time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZU0ccyXcI/AAAAAAAAAjE/m4SYdJ60cbU/s1600-h/CIMG1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZU0ccyXcI/AAAAAAAAAjE/m4SYdJ60cbU/s320/CIMG1939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058467143278018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i had a birthday-with the girls at Sekisui, yumm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day, my sister and bro-in-law came in from VA for about 24 hrs.  it was so good to see her after over a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZU0FNeBSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/M3mmEMuczBc/s1600-h/CIMG1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZU0FNeBSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/M3mmEMuczBc/s320/CIMG1958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058460905014562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with our Granny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZUz284CXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/12O_g5mJro8/s1600-h/CIMG1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZUz284CXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/12O_g5mJro8/s320/CIMG1953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058457077320050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me and my mom-a reminder of the Lord's grace in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZUzSznBtI/AAAAAAAAAis/9Hph_Lc8e0Y/s1600-h/CIMG1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZUzSznBtI/AAAAAAAAAis/9Hph_Lc8e0Y/s320/CIMG1950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058447374780114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sisters&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/10756038-8652916264546265429?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8652916264546265429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=8652916264546265429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/8652916264546265429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/8652916264546265429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-late-than-never-right.html' title='better late than never, right?'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SkZU03p_JbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/HN6AVeefNE4/s72-c/CIMG2037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-1071352631714444406</id><published>2009-06-01T23:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:26:12.223Z</updated><title type='text'>things I'm loving right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRizPlNkiI/AAAAAAAAAik/2Qca2RsNgso/s1600-h/essie+delicacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRizPlNkiI/AAAAAAAAAik/2Qca2RsNgso/s320/essie+delicacy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342503690463711778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essie Delicacy-so pretty and light for summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRiy7l6VwI/AAAAAAAAAic/-JUM5pzvbbU/s1600-h/voluspa+goji+and+tarocco+orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRiy7l6VwI/AAAAAAAAAic/-JUM5pzvbbU/s320/voluspa+goji+and+tarocco+orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342503685097936642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voluspa Goji and Tarocco orange candle-your house will smell good for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRiymkuGcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/JKWWqQov46A/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRiymkuGcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/JKWWqQov46A/s320/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342503679455795650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all around fantastic sandals from GAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRiySOunnI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_7ByR1DBCfk/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRiySOunnI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_7ByR1DBCfk/s320/dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342503673994845810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;shocking I know, but this is a J.Crew dress.  I have it in Navy.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for the thing I'm loving the most these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-1071352631714444406?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1071352631714444406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=1071352631714444406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/1071352631714444406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/1071352631714444406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-im-loving-right-now.html' title='things I&apos;m loving right now'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SiRizPlNkiI/AAAAAAAAAik/2Qca2RsNgso/s72-c/essie+delicacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-4535176582771243174</id><published>2009-05-21T22:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:14:55.087Z</updated><title type='text'>a day on the 9th</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to be able to put into words what my days look like.  but it was just impossible.  my day starts at 5:00 and I don't get back home till 19:30.  almost everything in between is a blur.  some days are better than others, some days I actually get 10 minutes to stand still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday I realize more and more how blessed I am to have this opportunity.  I get to learn new stuff and see new procedures every day.  it should really help me not only getting in to nursing school but once I start clinicals.  I see stuff everyday that a lot of nurses never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are bad times too, our patients are really really sick.  on the elevator the other day people were laughing about how many stops it takes to get to the 9th floor.  and one of the nurses was telling someone that the 9th floor is the worst place in the hospital.  her reasoning was totally false, and I kinda laughed.  but it's neat to see how the Lord has placed me in what I think is the best place in the hospital, learning about the type of nursing that I want to do, and there are so many who don't want to ever step foot in a trauma/burn unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of things stick out in my time so far:&lt;br /&gt;1.  never ever under any circumstances get on a motorcycle.  when things go bad there's not a lot that can be done.&lt;br /&gt;2.  people in generally good health heal much faster after trauma and leave the hospital much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my 2nd day I watched someone die, I was standing there helpless with nothing to do but pray.  which I know is exactly where the Lord wanted me.  I know He can work miracles, and I know I will get to see it happen.  but please pray for me as a light in the darkness and peace in the storm!&lt;br /&gt;and also, as I begin applying for nursing school-I would love to stay where I am because of the learning opportunities I have here, but I want to be where He wants me.  so I need wisdom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-4535176582771243174?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4535176582771243174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=4535176582771243174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/4535176582771243174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/4535176582771243174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-on-9th.html' title='a day on the 9th'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-32178192635468130</id><published>2009-05-12T04:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:37:13.829Z</updated><title type='text'>the GREAT exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is that mystery which is rich in divine grace to sinners: wherein by a wonderful exchange our sins are no longer ours but Christ's, and the righteousness of Christ not Christ's but ours. He has emptied himself of his righteousness that he might clothe us with it and fill us with it; and he has taken our evils upon himself that he might deliver us from them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&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/10756038-32178192635468130?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/32178192635468130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=32178192635468130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/32178192635468130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/32178192635468130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-exchange.html' title='the GREAT exchange'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-247917073668983337</id><published>2009-05-12T03:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:05:03.304Z</updated><title type='text'>not what you hoped they'd be</title><content type='html'>wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d-KzR-WD5Bw&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/d-KzR-WD5Bw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Kendall Payne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you now, for you have been my faithful friends&lt;br /&gt;While the road we walk is difficult indeed&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't not ask for more than what you've already been&lt;br /&gt;Only that you would say these prayers for me&lt;br /&gt;May your heart break enough that compassion enters in&lt;br /&gt;May your strength all be spent upon the weak&lt;br /&gt;All the castles and crowns you build and place upon your head&lt;br /&gt;May they all fall, come crashing down around your feet&lt;br /&gt;May you find every step to be harder than the last&lt;br /&gt;So your character grows greater every stride&lt;br /&gt;May your company be of humble insignificance&lt;br /&gt;May your weakness be your only source of pride&lt;br /&gt;What you do unto others may it all be done to you&lt;br /&gt;May you meet the One who made us&lt;br /&gt;And see Him smile when life is through&lt;br /&gt;May your blessings be many but not what you hoped they'd be&lt;br /&gt;And when you look upon the broken&lt;br /&gt;May mercy show you what you could not see&lt;br /&gt;May you never be sure of any plans you desire&lt;br /&gt;But you'd learn to trust the plan He has for you&lt;br /&gt;May your passions be tried and tested in the holy fire&lt;br /&gt;May you fight with all your life for what is true&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed for you now all my dear and faithful friends&lt;br /&gt;But what I wish is more than I could eever speak&lt;br /&gt;As the way wanders on I'll long to see you once again&lt;br /&gt;Until then, would you pray these prayers for me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that you would pray for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-247917073668983337?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/247917073668983337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=247917073668983337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/247917073668983337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/247917073668983337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-what-you-hoped-theyd-be.html' title='not what you hoped they&apos;d be'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-8798434531407495563</id><published>2009-05-12T03:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:36:38.634Z</updated><title type='text'>ummm...</title><content type='html'>Two things I ask of you; deny them not to me before I die:  Remove far from me falsehood and lying; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me neither poverty nor riches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; feed me with the food that is needful for me, lest I be full and deny you and say, "Who is the Lord?" or lest I be poor and steal and profane the name of my God.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 30.7-9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-6109795247222779239</id><published>2009-04-30T23:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:55:21.445Z</updated><title type='text'>week 1</title><content type='html'>well...week one of the rest of my life is almost over.  and i'm thankful for this week and all that i've learned and seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  apparently my new employer is often referred to as the University that Ate Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;2.  it spans about 15 blocks, so as you can imagine, i'll be doing lots of walking&lt;br /&gt;3.  to get to work in the morning i drive 23 blocks east, and then take a bus 14 blocks back west.  to get home i do the same, just in the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;4.  i have learned a lot about how to take care of patients and all the rules that of health care&lt;br /&gt;5.  on our tour of the hospital today we visited the helipad.  a helicopter was coming in for a trauma and we got to see it all happen.  don't get me wrong, it's not that i want anyone to be hurt bad enough to have that happen, but it was one of the coolest things i've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;6.  everything i've learned has increased my resolve and i'm more than ready to be done with school and be able to move forward in my career&lt;br /&gt;7.  pray for me as i move forward with classes and start applying to nursing schools-for wisdom and that the Lord would give me favor in their eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-6109795247222779239?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6109795247222779239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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been reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm just finishing it up.  And look back on the story a few things come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  This spiritual battle is real.  And it's going on around us ALL THE TIME.  I think I would live my life differently if I were more aware of the reality of what is going on in the spiritual realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Throughout the story there are places the pilgrim stops to rest, places the Prince of pilgrims created for that purpose.  But there are also places that he is told he should never stop or be tempted to rest, these places are created by the enemy to trick him into a slumber that he would never awake from.  He needs the guide to tell him when it is okay to rest, and when he needs to keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  All the characters are named by the chief character strength or fault.  I wonder what my pilgrim name would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my favorite quotes (these both come from Part II of the story):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...but I am resolved to keep in the good way, to run when I can, to walk when I cannot run, and creep when I cannot walk; yet to keep my face toward Zion.  My journey may be long and toilsome and my mind and body weak; yet my heart is set on that fair City at the end of the way, beyond the river that has no bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I see myself now at the end of my journey; my toilsome days are over.  I am going to see the head that was crowned with thorns and the face that was spit upon for me.  I have been living by hearsay and faith, but now I am going  where I shall live by sight, and I shall be with Him in whose company I delight.  I have loved to hear Him spoken of, and wherever I would see His footprints on the sand of time, there I delighted to walk.  His name has been to me a precious treasure-sweeter than all perfumes.  His voice I rejoice to hear, and His face to me exceeds all beauty in earth and sky.  His Word I have used as food for my soul and for antidote against my faltering.  He has kept me back from my iniquities, and He has held me fast.  Yes, my steps He has strengthened in His way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-4084638865050234425?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4084638865050234425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=4084638865050234425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/4084638865050234425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/4084638865050234425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-progress.html' title='making progress'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-9085055885227248344</id><published>2009-04-23T03:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T04:07:42.833Z</updated><title type='text'>part 4 of in my heart i'm still a dancer</title><content type='html'>76.  Just after posting part 3, I had my very first wreck and my car was totaled.  Thankfully, no one was hurt and it wasn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;77.  Thanks to number 76, I am now the proud owner of a new-er car.&lt;br /&gt;78.  For the first time in my life, I am not afraid to follow my dreams.  No matter how scary it may be.&lt;br /&gt;79.  I prefer my sweet potato casserole with brown sugar and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;80.  Tomorrow I will eat my first Lebanese food in exactly 5 years.  I am overjoyed.  There's some fattouche and a schwarma calling my name!&lt;br /&gt;81.  I wear a retainer most nights for TMJ.  I started this habit in Africa when I put a whole in one of my teeth from grinding them at night.  Something about a civil war made my life a little stressful then.&lt;br /&gt;82.  On Monday I will start my 10th new job in two years.&lt;br /&gt;83.  My new job is a Patient Care Technician in the Trauma/Burn ICU at UAB Hospital.  If I end up in nursing school at UAB, hopefully this job will last a while.&lt;br /&gt;84.  Not long after Part 3, I also had my very first case of food poisoning.  I may never eat fish tacos again.&lt;br /&gt;85.  I also recently participated in my very first Ash Wednesday and Maundy Thursday services.&lt;br /&gt;86.  I recently read an article about milk that totally freaked me out.  I am now on a mission to eat as much organic and locally grown or raised food as I can.  It will be a learning experience for sure.&lt;br /&gt;87.  I am thinking of applying to nursing school in the great state of TX or CA.  Why not?&lt;br /&gt;88.  When I get stressed I don't eat.  Quite the opposite of most people.&lt;br /&gt;89.  And if given the choice between sleeping or eating, I'll always choose sleep.&lt;br /&gt;90.  I can't study while its still daylight outside.  It must be hereditary cause my sister is the same way.&lt;br /&gt;91.  Speaking of my sister, in May I will see her for the first time in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;92.  I had to buy scrubs for my new job.  They came in the mail today.  As I suspected, I am not cute in scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;93.  I took an entomology class in college.  Complete with bug collection.  I did great on the tests, but flat out failed my bug collection.  Ever since having to collect bugs I am terrified of any bug that flies.&lt;br /&gt;94.  I also took a Mammalogy class where I had to skin and stuff a rat.  Yes folks...as much as I wish it wasn't, its true.&lt;br /&gt;95.  Other than being overseas for 2 years, J.Crew is the job I've had the longest.  1 yr and 8 months. &lt;br /&gt;96.  I'm not a jewelery person, but I have one necklace that I wear every single day.  It has a pendant in the shape of Africa.  It's a constant reminder of what the Lord did...and opens doors of conversation almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;97.  I sometimes find myself reading blogs of people I don't know.  I'm not sure how I end up there or why, but I find it intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;98.  I also read a lot of recipe blogs.  A LOT.  I'm not really sure why since I never cook any of the recipes.  But a girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;99.  My 31st birthday is coming up very soon-so far I feel like it will be harder than 30.&lt;br /&gt;100.  I love you all and appreciate your friendship more than you'll ever know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-9085055885227248344?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/9085055885227248344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=9085055885227248344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/9085055885227248344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/9085055885227248344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-4-of-in-my-heart-im-still-dancer.html' title='part 4 of in my heart i&apos;m still a dancer'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-5426202184732322740</id><published>2009-04-12T02:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:40:15.262Z</updated><title type='text'>if the world were a village</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I saw this on the &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;Tom's website&lt;/a&gt; recently and thought it was worth sharing.  Apparently the statistics come from a book "If the World Were a Village" by David Smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the world were a village  of 100 people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 has AIDS&lt;br /&gt;3 are slaves&lt;br /&gt;14 are illiterate&lt;br /&gt;20 are malnourished&lt;br /&gt;23 drink polluted water&lt;br /&gt;25 have no shelter&lt;br /&gt;30 are unemployed&lt;br /&gt;33 have no electricity&lt;br /&gt;40 have no shoes&lt;br /&gt;45 live on less than $2 a day&lt;br /&gt;48 have no sanitation&lt;br /&gt;56 have parasites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-5426202184732322740?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5426202184732322740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=5426202184732322740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/5426202184732322740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/5426202184732322740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-world-were-village.html' title='if the world were a village'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-6375869866265120071</id><published>2009-04-07T18:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:13:05.296Z</updated><title type='text'>a great future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There remains for us only the very narrow way, often extremely difficult to find, of living every day as thought it were our last, and yet living in faith and responsibility as though there were to be a great future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-6375869866265120071?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6375869866265120071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=6375869866265120071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/6375869866265120071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/6375869866265120071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-future.html' title='a great future!'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-5423617870376911186</id><published>2009-03-24T02:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:51:35.077Z</updated><title type='text'>Kyrie</title><content type='html'>Lord Have Mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The words that You have spoken&lt;br /&gt;Promises that burned within my heart&lt;br /&gt;Have now grown dim&lt;br /&gt;With a doubting heart I follow&lt;br /&gt;The paths of earthly wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my unbelief&lt;br /&gt;Renew the fire again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have built an altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where I've worshipped things of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have taken journeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That have drawn me far from You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I am returning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Your mercies ever flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pardon my transgression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me love you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have longed to know You&lt;br /&gt;And all Your tender mercies&lt;br /&gt;Like a river of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Ever flowing without end&lt;br /&gt;So I bow my heart before You&lt;br /&gt;In the goodness of Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Your grace forever shining&lt;br /&gt;Like a beacon in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, be merciful to me, a sinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke 18.13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-5423617870376911186?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5423617870376911186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=5423617870376911186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/5423617870376911186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/5423617870376911186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/kyrie.html' title='Kyrie'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-7581789138148354971</id><published>2009-03-13T03:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:49:53.397Z</updated><title type='text'>i try to pretend it didn't happen</title><content type='html'>ignore it so it doesn't hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the reality is&lt;br /&gt;every day I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;11 years later it doesn't really hurt any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried tonight remembering him.&lt;br /&gt;remembering what a redneck he was.&lt;br /&gt;that time he tried to creep me out by turning his eyes opposite ways.&lt;br /&gt;his tattoo he got for one of his last birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how he never stopped believing in the people he loved.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad they hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried tonight because i'll never get to know him as a funny shrinking old man.&lt;br /&gt;I cried because he'll never get to know me as an adult.  to see how strong i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried because sometimes a little girl just needs her daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-7581789138148354971?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7581789138148354971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=7581789138148354971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/7581789138148354971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/7581789138148354971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-try-to-pretend-it-didnt-happen.html' title='i try to pretend it didn&apos;t happen'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-2243170852104002698</id><published>2009-03-08T05:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:10:48.689Z</updated><title type='text'>i spoke too soon :(</title><content type='html'>pretty sure she's dead, and something new-er will be replacing her soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very thankful i walked away with only a few bruises and air bag burns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SbNSkeKnweI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0XgO-9UbPAE/s1600-h/IMG00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SbNSkeKnweI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0XgO-9UbPAE/s320/IMG00012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310679172126327266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, all the hoses were hanging out from underneath, and my wheel well was falling off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SbNSUsDMFzI/AAAAAAAAAhM/a1270LzFTpE/s1600-h/IMG00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SbNSUsDMFzI/AAAAAAAAAhM/a1270LzFTpE/s320/IMG00013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310678900975343410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;the other car was a big truck so my car ran right up underneath her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was a beauty, well...not so much, but she sure got me from place to place.  and i was planning on giving a run at another 140,000 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-2243170852104002698?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2243170852104002698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=2243170852104002698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/2243170852104002698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/2243170852104002698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-spoke-too-soon.html' title='i spoke too soon :('/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SbNSkeKnweI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0XgO-9UbPAE/s72-c/IMG00012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-445742136387169089</id><published>2009-03-05T00:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:24:40.667Z</updated><title type='text'>part 3 of in my heart I'm still a dancer...</title><content type='html'>51.   My RHR (resting heart rate) is 45.  Yes...I am in fact alive.&lt;br /&gt;52.  I had tubes in my ears 2x as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;53.  Between ear problems and malsorption (I won't gross you out with that one) I spent most of my time at Children's Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;54.  A recent fundraising event for that same hospital is what gave me the final push I needed to pursue nursing school.&lt;br /&gt;55.  I never wear shorts, except to run in.&lt;br /&gt;56. I am currently working one job 40 hrs a week, working a 2nd job (J.Crew) somewhere between 5 and 10 hrs a week, I'm taking 6 hrs in school, and training for my 1st half marathon.  So...I'm kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;57.  I've never had a wreck.  One fender bender where no one's fender was actually bent.  Outside of that, so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;58. I've had 2 speeding tickets and one ticket for rolling through a stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;59. I took the ACT twice because I wanted to do better...I wanted to go to DUKE.&lt;br /&gt;60. I go through a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread, and at least one box of cereal every week.&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm pretty sure if the Lord had blessed me with the ability to sing I would be super prideful about it.&lt;br /&gt;62. I have a routine in the morning.  Every morning I get out of bed at 6:30.  I get clean and then blow dry my hair.  At 6:51 I sit down, turn on the Today show and put my makeup on.  At 7:00 I get up and start getting dressed.  I grab some breakfast, and walk out the door at 7:15.  Every day.  Without fail.&lt;br /&gt;63. When I was a freshman in college I smoked 2 packs of cigarettes a day...the Lord is gracious and merciful, abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;64. My favorite jobs I've ever had were a car wash and Starbucks.  I think it had something to do with being on my feet, talking to people, and not having lot of crazy stuff to remember.&lt;br /&gt;65. I have no idea what size my bed is.  Sometimes I'm convinced it's a full, others that it's a queen.  So I just buy whatever and make it work.&lt;br /&gt;66. When I grow up I want a great dane named mr. darcy.&lt;br /&gt;67. I think movies and tv should be sunshine and roses, so I really don't watch thrillers or dramas.&lt;br /&gt;68. When I need to relax I listen to bluegrass music.&lt;br /&gt;69. My sister and I have the same favorite scripture, neither of us knew it till we were adults.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63.3 for those of you who are curious.&lt;br /&gt;70. 1 Timothy 1.15,16 is the scripture the Lord used in my life as a college student to show me how He wanted to use me.&lt;br /&gt;71. I love white pants during the spring and summer!&lt;br /&gt;72. I have to use the exact same amount of shampoo as conditioner every day.  I can't handle one bottle being finished before the other.&lt;br /&gt;73. I love to shop online and would buy my groceries that way if I could.&lt;br /&gt;74. I look so much like my grandmother that total strangers ask me if I'm her granddaughter.  And so much like my mom that people tell me that they met my mom and I'm like well how did you know it was my mom.  They laugh.&lt;br /&gt;75.  Pizza is by far my favorite food IN THE WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10756038-445742136387169089?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/445742136387169089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=445742136387169089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/445742136387169089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/445742136387169089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-3-of-in-my-heart-im-still-dancer.html' title='part 3 of in my heart I&apos;m still a dancer...'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10756038.post-3220992582313936909</id><published>2009-03-02T17:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:11:14.616Z</updated><title type='text'>i took a walk today...</title><content type='html'>well, it was actually yesterday...it snowed in Alabama and I thought it was a perfect chance to show you my lovely neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/Sawf0nlQPSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/unQn7eD5uR0/s1600-h/CIMG1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/Sawf0nlQPSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/unQn7eD5uR0/s320/CIMG1801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308653049601867042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my neighborhood is known for all the parks...i live between the 2nd and 3rd parks and they make for a lovely place to run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/Sawf0U_lyZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/hPKtnAyWst8/s1600-h/CIMG1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/Sawf0U_lyZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/hPKtnAyWst8/s320/CIMG1798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308653044612057490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;it's the oldest neighborhood in Birmingham, so there are lots of lovely old houses that people use for weddings and events...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/Sawf0AMWiqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7qgG7hdt3KA/s1600-h/CIMG1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/Sawf0AMWiqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7qgG7hdt3KA/s320/CIMG1788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308653039028439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;pretty red berries in the snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SawfzvrgYfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/0ggLOgyseJk/s1600-h/CIMG1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SawfzvrgYfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/0ggLOgyseJk/s320/CIMG1779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308653034595705330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a view through one of the intersections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SawfzP2FVpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OuOJfewHXuY/s1600-h/CIMG1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/SawfzP2FVpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OuOJfewHXuY/s320/CIMG1772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308653026050135698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my apartment building&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/10756038-3220992582313936909?l=amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3220992582313936909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10756038&amp;postID=3220992582313936909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/3220992582313936909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10756038/posts/default/3220992582313936909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberdawnarbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-took-walk-today.html' title='i took a walk today...'/><author><name>Amber Dawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06618305339199709290'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pD0JQpgHJs/Sawf0nlQPSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/unQn7eD5uR0/s72-c/CIMG1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>