<?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-3131696208207327242</id><updated>2010-03-17T22:29:03.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>noodle's on the floor</title><subtitle type='html'>Cause I'm going places</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-6256289119585817521</id><published>2010-03-17T22:00:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:29:03.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!!!!!!!! (pt. 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;So since I don't work in just one school, and since none of their spring breaks line up, my spring break will take up a couple of weekends until the end of school! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm super excited about it. It will consist of things like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GKLUXDJZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UX1lYF38v7w/s1600-h/8923_608143154486_40509307_35904887_7372569_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GKLUXDJZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UX1lYF38v7w/s200/8923_608143154486_40509307_35904887_7372569_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449788951143589266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GKZl7HxQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BInKc2iuwnk/s1600-h/16239_530695375524_47300274_31767519_4333421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GKZl7HxQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BInKc2iuwnk/s200/16239_530695375524_47300274_31767519_4333421_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449789196376458498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GKv9QtczI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oqpTLVNjIQ0/s1600-h/15439_165255321495_512261495_3253220_8083157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GKv9QtczI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oqpTLVNjIQ0/s1600-h/15439_165255321495_512261495_3253220_8083157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GKv9QtczI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oqpTLVNjIQ0/s200/15439_165255321495_512261495_3253220_8083157_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449789580598145842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GLYL9GoFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PWaUDEXFx_4/s1600-h/19076_292566880995_525585995_5080967_6628978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GLYL9GoFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PWaUDEXFx_4/s200/19076_292566880995_525585995_5080967_6628978_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449790271737208914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully a little of this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GPPxHnw5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/TbB2TG88qKg/s1600-h/holden-beach-scenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GPPxHnw5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/TbB2TG88qKg/s200/holden-beach-scenery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449794525141123986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possibly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;some of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GMKB9uhDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U6Oikrf_Dys/s1600-h/12652_227482210995_525585995_4736993_3287266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GMKB9uhDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U6Oikrf_Dys/s200/12652_227482210995_525585995_4736993_3287266_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449791128048927794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't be more excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-6256289119585817521?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/6256289119585817521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=6256289119585817521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6256289119585817521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6256289119585817521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-pt-1.html' title='Spring Break!!!!!!!! (pt. 1)'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S6GKLUXDJZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UX1lYF38v7w/s72-c/8923_608143154486_40509307_35904887_7372569_n.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-3131696208207327242.post-2374283370697484479</id><published>2010-03-11T10:06:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:02:38.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:medium;"&gt;What I'm listening to right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieWK5C57_4s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieWK5C57_4s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'd never seen the ballet until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fact: I love male dancers (not in the "they're sexy" way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but in the way their bodies are so rectangular, i love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;lines.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; The human body is SO cool, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and secretly I wish they were all robots that would make my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;also I love the end of this piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What I love right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Pookie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S5kLHMPLOlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qgWwk_32iyk/s1600-h/19076_292577170995_525585995_5081127_1498646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S5kLHMPLOlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qgWwk_32iyk/s320/19076_292577170995_525585995_5081127_1498646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447397442453191250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:medium;"&gt;Really awesome friends who speak truth to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I also really love Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a.k.a. Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He's really great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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now...'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S5kLHMPLOlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qgWwk_32iyk/s72-c/19076_292577170995_525585995_5081127_1498646_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-6824029393768644879</id><published>2010-03-04T21:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:02:48.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you say when you run out of thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;What do you say when you run out of thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;What do you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;when there are too many things to be thankful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;What do you say when you are being constantly blessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;when everything seems like it is going God's way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;when before you even finish saying 'thank you' for one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;5 more things happen to be thankful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;How can I thank a God who LITERALLY gives me everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;How can I thank a God who literally provides EVERYTHING for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;How do you thank a God who pours out in abundance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;everything and anything you've ever wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;then everything else you can't even think of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;How do you thank a God who already knows, before you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;everything you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;everything you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;How do you thank a GOD who will give you almost anything you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;and give you anything you pursue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;And on top of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;He thinks I am the COOLEST person in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-6824029393768644879?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/6824029393768644879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=6824029393768644879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6824029393768644879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6824029393768644879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-say-when-you-run-out-of.html' title='What do you say when you run out of thanks'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-1373193259448718075</id><published>2010-03-01T23:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:45:24.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>"You're blessed when you're at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and His rule." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matt. 5:3 Mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm 119:9-16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How can a young person live a clean life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      By carefully reading the map of your Word. &lt;br /&gt;   I'm single-minded in pursuit of you; &lt;br /&gt;      don't let me miss the road signs you've posted. &lt;br /&gt;   I've banked your promises in the vault of my heart &lt;br /&gt;      so I won't sin myself bankrupt. &lt;br /&gt;   Be blessed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;; &lt;br /&gt;      train me in your ways of wise living. &lt;br /&gt;   I'll transfer to my lips &lt;br /&gt;      all the counsel that comes from your mouth; &lt;br /&gt;   I delight far more in what you tell me about living &lt;br /&gt;      than in gathering a pile of riches. &lt;br /&gt;   I ponder every morsel of wisdom from you, &lt;br /&gt;      I attentively watch how you've done it. &lt;br /&gt;   I relish everything you've told me of life, &lt;br /&gt;      I won't forget a word of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15908" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; How can a young man keep his way pure? &lt;br /&gt;       By living according to your word.&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15909" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; I seek you with all my heart; &lt;br /&gt;       do not let me stray from your commands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15910" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; I have hidden your word in my heart &lt;br /&gt;       that I might not sin against you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15911" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; Praise be to you, O LORD; &lt;br /&gt;       teach me your decrees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15912" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; With my lips I recount &lt;br /&gt;       all the laws that come from your mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15913" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; I rejoice in following your statutes &lt;br /&gt;       as one rejoices in great riches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15914" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; I meditate on your precepts &lt;br /&gt;       and consider your ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-15915" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; I delight in your decrees; &lt;br /&gt;       I will not neglect your word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-1373193259448718075?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/1373193259448718075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=1373193259448718075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/1373193259448718075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/1373193259448718075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-6617307677010599432</id><published>2010-02-22T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:05:49.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S4NF31kN1oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B-vCZ_EDovM/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S4NF31kN1oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B-vCZ_EDovM/s320/Photo+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441269600367793794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about breakfast tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-6617307677010599432?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/6617307677010599432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=6617307677010599432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6617307677010599432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6617307677010599432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/02/crunch.html' title='Crunch'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S4NF31kN1oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B-vCZ_EDovM/s72-c/Photo+11.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-3131696208207327242.post-6325586307064480035</id><published>2010-02-21T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:02:39.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the thing about living alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's lonely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the day, it's magical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come night-time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S4HlWiBE_sI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dS3vsTkPgcM/s1600-h/46313_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S4HlWiBE_sI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dS3vsTkPgcM/s200/46313_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440882000091479746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-6325586307064480035?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/6325586307064480035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=6325586307064480035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6325586307064480035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6325586307064480035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/02/home.html' title='Home:'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S4HlWiBE_sI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dS3vsTkPgcM/s72-c/46313_3.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-3131696208207327242.post-4162567153775016163</id><published>2010-02-09T23:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:15:17.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;Just an update for all three of you who read this thing :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;So far this week I haven't died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;Tomorrow is my long day, starting out with high school, so we'll see what happens after tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;But I've decided to trust God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I will trust Him with my income and I'll trust Him with my "outcome" (taxes.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I trust that he will tell me what to say and what to do while I'm teaching and dealing with difficult students &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; colleagues. And I'm always praying for fun spontaneous things to do during breaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm also praying for more of Him due to this ravenous spiritual hunger (it literally can not be quenched. Thank God.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;So, we'll see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-4162567153775016163?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/4162567153775016163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=4162567153775016163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/4162567153775016163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/4162567153775016163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Update:'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-6164358171905673543</id><published>2010-02-07T23:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:42:06.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunday night scaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems to happen about every Sunday night (and some weeknights) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I get the Sunday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scaries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where I don't want to go back to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to teach. I don't want to deal with clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to feel pressure. I don't want to fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes my career feels like I'm walking on the ledge of a really tall cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I take one wrong step &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; make one wrong move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll fall off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that's the end of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels so unstable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my job is almost solely reliant on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amount of work I put into it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;directly&lt;/span&gt; affects the amount of revenue I get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is relying on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self-employed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm my own boss, I'm my own secretary, PR, I'm my own accountant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I run the books, I run the ads, I do the paper work, I do the schmoozing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't even know what I'm doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday nights I just want to stay in bed and pretend it all isn't happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-6164358171905673543?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/6164358171905673543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=6164358171905673543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6164358171905673543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6164358171905673543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-night-scaries.html' title='The Sunday night scaries'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-8098807814767938978</id><published>2010-02-02T09:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:13:57.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Boone Kids"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;Right after God kidnapped me in college a lot of crazy things happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Where I was and who I was hanging out with was kind of like being in an incubator.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We were all spiritually charged and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;hungry, hungry, hungry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We couldn't get enough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We would meet together to hang out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; we would pray together, love together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;we would drive down the mountain for church together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;get words for each other, we challenged and pushed each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We manifested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We glorified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;These bonds will not be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Now we've all mostly graduated and moved away, some got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;And now we've been thrown into this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;this different, different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;And we're working with these different, different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;people;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;who have strange and different views &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;strange and different thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;But we know we've been called to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We know we have been called to bring light into darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;So we pursue, knowing truth and knowing life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Knowing Love and what he brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-8098807814767938978?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-1458620933967539808</id><published>2010-01-17T22:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:12:32.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Well, it's back. That spirit is back. The spirit of craving. The spirit of adventure! This passionate desire to do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. The unquenchable thirst for this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; is back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;I never know what to do with it! It makes me want to run, run fast, run far, in infinitely green meadows. It makes me want to go explore, take adventures and risks. To do something I've &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It makes me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It stirs up tiny dreams that have been hidden deep down. It taunts my vivid imagination. It provokes my inner child to burst forth and fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It sends my mind reeling and my heart beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It makes me want to join a convent, backpack across Europe, sail around the world, become a pirate, dive into days of visions from the Lord, scream out loud, paint wildly, dance furiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It stirs passion. It says something amazing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has to happen&lt;/span&gt;. now! It makes me crave, it makes me drool for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;But it has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; to be from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-1458620933967539808?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/1458620933967539808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=1458620933967539808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/1458620933967539808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/1458620933967539808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back...'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-3377257177696611876</id><published>2010-01-09T13:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:43:35.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S0jLaoX99pI/AAAAAAAAAEk/s44m-Tmwuc8/s1600-h/DSC02374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S0jLaoX99pI/AAAAAAAAAEk/s44m-Tmwuc8/s320/DSC02374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424809409542747794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One time when I was in middle school my Uncle Bob came into town. Now, anytime U-Bob visited it was always a special occasion. This time was no different and my parents let me go to school late so I could visit longer with Uncle Bob who dropped me off at school on his way out of town. When I got to class all my friends asked where I had been and I told them I was with my Uncle Bob and they all thought I was making him up! "Yeah, sure, "Uncle Bob" Okay..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To Uncle Bob, who taught me all my sass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-3377257177696611876?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/3377257177696611876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=3377257177696611876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/3377257177696611876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/3377257177696611876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncle-bob.html' title='Uncle Bob'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/S0jLaoX99pI/AAAAAAAAAEk/s44m-Tmwuc8/s72-c/DSC02374.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-3131696208207327242.post-8321902426330883685</id><published>2010-01-04T10:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:05:27.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know those times when you are out of your comfort zone or in an unfamiliar place and, in every way of the word, you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You need him to be right beside you, you need to read his words, you need to listen to his music, you. need. him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I like to call survival mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that if you didn't immerse yourself with him you would just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or that something uncomfortable would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly it feels good to be in survival mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel fairly close to the Lord in survival mode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; even when the walls still feel like they are closing in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But why can't survival mode be every day mode?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going back to when we first fell in love mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where we couldn't get enough of God, when I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to read his words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to sing his songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted &lt;/span&gt;Him to be close to me all the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to lean on his shoulder and just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What some like to call the "honeymoon phase."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But why does it have to be a phase? Why can't it be a life style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish it was my life style, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where I am so passionately in love with God I can't help but be in His word all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I can't help but sing songs for Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I don't want to run away from Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I can't help but bask in His love for me and me for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, what a world that would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-8321902426330883685?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-3923988023181032950</id><published>2009-12-31T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:40:18.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isiah 49</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18650" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; Shout for joy, O heavens; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       rejoice, O earth; &lt;br /&gt;       burst into song, O mountains! &lt;br /&gt;       For the LORD comforts his people &lt;br /&gt;       and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18651" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; But Zion said, "The LORD has forsaken me, &lt;br /&gt;       the Lord has forgotten me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18652" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast &lt;br /&gt;       and have no compassion on the child she has borne? &lt;br /&gt;       Though she may forget, &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;I will not forget you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18653" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; &lt;br /&gt;       your walls are ever before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-3923988023181032950?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/3923988023181032950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=3923988023181032950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/3923988023181032950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/3923988023181032950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/12/isiah-49.html' title='Isiah 49'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yC_voMY6kY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-5038369516642053027?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-87608786224001804</id><published>2009-12-11T23:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:11:07.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Give us today our daily bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Give us TODAY what we need for TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-87608786224001804?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/87608786224001804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=87608786224001804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/87608786224001804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/87608786224001804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/12/lords-prayer.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-2061000542722793846</id><published>2009-12-07T14:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:49:32.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I must tell you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;about my recent discovery. Steel cut oats. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some sitting in our pantry for the longest time only being played with every now and again in recipes and last night I decided they needed to be tried as a warm breakfast cereal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I made some this morning with cranberries and brown sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm making some for breakfast for my early mornings tomorrow and Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/Sx1blTBVfrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NvTlZlUeXUQ/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/Sx1blTBVfrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NvTlZlUeXUQ/s320/DSC02220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412583023488368306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-2061000542722793846?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/2061000542722793846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=2061000542722793846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/2061000542722793846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/2061000542722793846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-must-tell-you.html' title='I must tell you...'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMDMTSZNRCw/Sx1blTBVfrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NvTlZlUeXUQ/s72-c/DSC02220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-7401388948242606053</id><published>2009-11-22T22:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:42:15.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dyin' is the day worth livin' for!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love reckless abandonment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love movies about it. (i.e. 300) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;((But I just watched Pirates of the Caribbean marathon on TV.)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love seeing people with crazy amounts of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reckless - (of a person or their actions) without thinking or caring about the consequences of an action. Rash, heedless, impetuous, audacious. (showing a willingness to take surprisingly bold risks.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abandonment - to give up completely (a course of action, a practice, or a way of thinking) cease to support or look after; to leave, without intending to return; to leave especially as an act of survival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recklessly obeying God, without even caring what will happen to you, or what people will think, just being obedient. Abandoning your past, your sin, your way of thinking without any intent of returning as an act of survival. Audaciously and impetuously following God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats how I want to live my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a big adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never knowing what's coming next, taking leaps for the kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living for the day that I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; for God, my master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living&lt;/span&gt; for something worth &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5fb7fd1467ffd145" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D5fb7fd1467ffd145%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271078852%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D49945223A7F2807591A67C0B0C9C3BC3F1BC0297.67843F620FA10EE5237533F17220966AC0AF41FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fb7fd1467ffd145%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D-m7rxfjFjnj5UMtiKQS3lB3I9BM&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D5fb7fd1467ffd145%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271078852%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D49945223A7F2807591A67C0B0C9C3BC3F1BC0297.67843F620FA10EE5237533F17220966AC0AF41FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fb7fd1467ffd145%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D-m7rxfjFjnj5UMtiKQS3lB3I9BM&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-7401388948242606053?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/7401388948242606053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=7401388948242606053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/7401388948242606053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/7401388948242606053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/11/dyin-is-day-worth-livin-for.html' title='&quot;Dyin&apos; is the day worth livin&apos; for!&quot;'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-391090460337697879</id><published>2009-11-14T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:45:05.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boundary - a line that marks the limit of an area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody has boundaries, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and everybody wants to know where boundaries lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are an important part in our life; personal space, property lines, rules and behavioral boundaries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boundaries are the first things babies learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet all the way through life we are all trying to push our boundaries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody wants to know what they can and cannot get away with, how far they can push the boundaries, how far they can push &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; what are&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; willing to put up with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boundaries are crucial between men and women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boundaries are good. They protect us as individuals and they protect us as people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where do your boundaries lie and what kind of a standard do they convey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-391090460337697879?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/391090460337697879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=391090460337697879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/391090460337697879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/391090460337697879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/11/boundaries.html' title='Boundaries'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-3396434833632326779</id><published>2009-11-13T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:06:11.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things about me:</title><content type='html'>Some facts you might or might not know about me:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I am a female percussionist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I love being a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I wish I could dress really cool all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I love to bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I still struggle with my body image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I can't wait to find my husband and be able to Submit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(email me about this and we'll twalk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I wish I didn't have to shave my legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I'm discovering that one of my top love languages is Quality Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I have the coolest boss ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I really love the people I know but sometimes have a hard time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;expressing and showing them how much I love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-My little cousins and I dreamed up a Sweet dream house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not too long ago and you should ask me about it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I love God and He loves me and sometimes I just want to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scream it to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-3396434833632326779?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/3396434833632326779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=3396434833632326779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/3396434833632326779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/3396434833632326779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-about-me.html' title='Some things about me:'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-7703519771651180032</id><published>2009-11-02T14:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:27:42.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it:</title><content type='html'>Check out this cool B.V. God gave me this morning:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a great road will go through that once deserted land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be named the Highway of Holiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evil-minded people will never travel on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be only for those who walk in God's ways;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fools will never walk there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaiah 35:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole chapter is cool and I'm sure if I read a lil' further back and a lil' further ahead it would be even cooler. But it's still pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-7703519771651180032?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/7703519771651180032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=7703519771651180032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/7703519771651180032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/7703519771651180032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/11/check-it.html' title='Check it:'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-4273910891985076488</id><published>2009-11-01T18:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:08:11.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A TATTOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it just hits me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-4273910891985076488?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/4273910891985076488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=4273910891985076488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/4273910891985076488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/4273910891985076488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-i-have-tattoo.html' title='I CAN&apos;T BELIEVE I HAVE A TATTOO!!!'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-6093024864860709492</id><published>2009-10-22T22:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:36:24.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I know He loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do I know that Jesus is real? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's when I get those goose-bumps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I feel His love, excitement and enthusiasm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so strongly while teaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the goofy inside jokes I have with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's having the longest and hardest work day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and walking away with Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; excited, enthralled and ready to go for the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's playing good timpani parts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;playing good music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with great musicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanting to scream with excitement that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get paid to do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-6093024864860709492?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/6093024864860709492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=6093024864860709492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6093024864860709492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6093024864860709492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-do-i-know-he-loves-me.html' title='How do I know He loves me'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-5908643096654729183</id><published>2009-10-12T11:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:58:25.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Love</title><content type='html'>I just had a glorious moment while sitting on our "porch" with a cup of hot coffee spending a little time with God before my feet got too cold. And in those few minutes we had a good heart to heart I'll share with you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of attending a wedding last night of two of my friends and it reminded me of the brides perspective on a relationship with God. This morning as I was flipping through my bible I came upon an encouraging word she gave me probably two years ago and a couple things grabbed my heart. She saw a swing set and interpreted it as I am the Lords playmate, she saw angels in a forest watching me because they were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt; by me, and this one, parts of God are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;captivated&lt;/span&gt; by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forget sometimes about Gods romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a one way street. I have my part in seeking Him out but sometimes I get caught up in 'I'm not doing enough' or that He's loving me in a far off distance only enough to cover my sin not enough to have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt; for me. There's a time to be 'grounded' and know your place and there is a time to be wooed by your lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, come show us your passion, your passionate love for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-5908643096654729183?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/5908643096654729183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=5908643096654729183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/5908643096654729183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/5908643096654729183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-love.html' title='A Time to Love'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-6120706997730172440</id><published>2009-09-26T10:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:23:27.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What God does for me</title><content type='html'>Over these past couple of weeks (I have a short memory span, it's probably been longer) God has been amazing! Like, unexplainably great to me! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been praying and asking God for all sorts of things going into situations that I might not feel real comfortable in, teaching and dealing with middle and high schoolers, giving me TONS of grace with work...the list goes on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will pray and ask for all sorts of things (somethings I won't remember praying for) and God has been consistently delivering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm getting spoiled.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kind of okay with that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy cow God is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-6120706997730172440?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/6120706997730172440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=6120706997730172440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6120706997730172440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/6120706997730172440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-god-does-for-me.html' title='What God does for me'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3131696208207327242.post-8841664331784507730</id><published>2009-09-24T11:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:59:27.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's probably time pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"When you give your testimony, heaven Literally manifests around you and Literally drives away all demons." Brad McClendon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That fall semester of my sophomore year was when my drinking and foolishness peaked, I was depressed (thinking I was happy) and my body was deteriorating with my unhealthy behavior. Throughout my time in college Courtney would always invite me to events with her christian friends and although it was kind of nice being around them I would be introduced to 30 new people in 5 minutes and felt like I could never relate to any of them. Then she started inviting me to a house church her friends had started (with the help of said pastor) I thought I would go just to make her happy and why not its just another church thing right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So finally around the end of April I decided to check it out, there was free food involved! So I walked over the the house and started the normal social-event chit chat while chowing down on pot luck food. Eventually they decided to get things started and unbeknownst to me there were some powerful spiritual leaders in the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So they started off with group praying (me: doing alright so far,) until I heard strange noises coming from different sides of the room, some of these people were not praying in English! Having never heard anyone pray or speak in tongues I thought the world was coming to an end! I stuck around until the prayer started getting really intense and turning into powerful worship, thats when I ran out the front door hyperventilating and honestly thinking I was going to die. I stood outside crying and trying to figure out what was going on but my head was spinning while the Lord was doing crazy things in my spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finally decided to go back inside because I desperately needed water so I ran back into the house and through the worship where there was a tangible presence of God. While I was chugging water like my life depended on it this wonderful woman of God came up to me and started speaking about how everyones relationship with God looks different and how everyone worships differently because no two people are the same. While I tried to compose myself strange things were happening in my spirit that I didn't know about and for some reason I decided to enter into worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walked back into the living room back into the tangible spirit of worship and as I walked in I saw in my spirit something like a circle encompassing the room and as I looked closer I saw that it was a circle of angels flying around in worship. I entered into the circle and started worshipping for the first time, for some reason I wanted to close my eyes and stretch my hands up to God. When I looked up I saw God (The God!!) look down on me from heaven, it was like a pipeline a heavenly pipeline from his face to mine, and he said to me, "You're mine." I continued to worship crying the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then someone asked for prayer for their brother and they asked me to pray, (me: ok, it's been a long time since I've prayed a non-drunken prayer...) so I started praying and claiming things for this person sincerely asking God for this mans life my prayer littered with curse words said out of habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was over just as quick as it started and people were going home (I'm sure it wasn't really that sudden I just had no concept of time.) My sister drove me to my dorm, gave me her bible, some other things to read and prayed for me before I got out of the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was a powerful experience that I will never forget, when God found me and claimed me for his own. I sure wasn't looking for God, but he found me! And I couldn't deny what happened, when you see God and feel his presence like that you just can't go back to a sinful life! Something had changed inside of me and for some strange reason I just couldn't go back! A Holy Spirit high is better than any other high ever experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was three years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For God has done great and wonderful things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3131696208207327242-8841664331784507730?l=noodleade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/feeds/8841664331784507730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3131696208207327242&amp;postID=8841664331784507730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/8841664331784507730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3131696208207327242/posts/default/8841664331784507730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodleade.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-probably-time-pt-2.html' title='It&apos;s probably time pt. 2'/><author><name>noodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070370797327887769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02653046963437538083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>