<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940</id><updated>2012-01-30T01:21:38.700-08:00</updated><category term='hella pinoy'/><category term='venting sessions'/><category term='human trafficking'/><category term='finances'/><category term='funny'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='news'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='365for2012'/><category term='100joys'/><category term='promo'/><category term='community'/><category term='guest post'/><category term='nature'/><category 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term='quotes'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='fear'/><category term='servant leader'/><category term='health'/><category term='smallgroup'/><category term='married life'/><category term='growing'/><category term='yearly themes'/><title type='text'>im His favorite.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>870</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7003994201184601748</id><published>2012-01-30T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:21:38.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night go-to snack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXIeaOdQO7Q/TyZhI8KevJI/AAAAAAAADME/aUbrbWzUvwY/s1600/photo-798991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXIeaOdQO7Q/TyZhI8KevJI/AAAAAAAADME/aUbrbWzUvwY/s320/photo-798991.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703352784328244370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I used to love eating cereal at night but recently the mr introduced me to peanut butter and blueberry yogurt for a late night. We watch friends reruns/tv and eat this concoction of yummy goodness. &lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s your late night go-to snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7003994201184601748?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7003994201184601748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/late-night-go-to-snack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7003994201184601748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7003994201184601748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/late-night-go-to-snack.html' title='Late night go-to snack.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXIeaOdQO7Q/TyZhI8KevJI/AAAAAAAADME/aUbrbWzUvwY/s72-c/photo-798991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5168511363965342872</id><published>2012-01-28T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:06:13.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Nala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7WVJh4dYNY/TySpluUhUtI/AAAAAAAADL4/dmmkiiPhf3U/s1600/photo-773626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7WVJh4dYNY/TySpluUhUtI/AAAAAAAADL4/dmmkiiPhf3U/s320/photo-773626.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702869493712245458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I still remember when i first got you. &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2010/04/41810-meet-nala.html"&gt;http://www.ricianne.com/2010/04/41810-meet-nala.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were such a good car to me. Be good to your next owners okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5168511363965342872?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5168511363965342872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/goodbye-nala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5168511363965342872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5168511363965342872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/goodbye-nala.html' title='Goodbye Nala.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7WVJh4dYNY/TySpluUhUtI/AAAAAAAADL4/dmmkiiPhf3U/s72-c/photo-773626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-8214850245104969455</id><published>2012-01-25T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:32:27.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Favorite Disney Character.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1_hma5-X_I/TyDU0LTyuuI/AAAAAAAADLs/AMCULHwYNLs/s1600/photo-796386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701791121105140450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1_hma5-X_I/TyDU0LTyuuI/AAAAAAAADLs/AMCULHwYNLs/s320/photo-796386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom from My favorite Disney character: Edna Mode :) for a little lady (or a shim) she has so much spunk and so much attitude and sass :) I like her (him) a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I never look back, dahling. It distracts from the now"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Yes, words are useless. Gobble, gobble, gobble. There is too much of it, darling. Too much. That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"well I'm sure I don't know darling; luck favors the prepared... So I covered the basics"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"no capes"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"my God you've gotten fat"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"supermodels - ha! Nothing super about them. Spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only about themselves. Feh! I used to design for gods!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"you can't! It's impossible. I'm far too busy, so ask me now before I again become sane.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"what are you talking about? You are elastigirl! My god, pull yourself together!!! What will you do?? Is...is...is this a question? You will show him that you remember that he is mr. Incredible! And you will remind him who you are! Well you know where he is... go! Confront the problem! Fight! Win! And call me when you get back dahling, I enjoy your visits"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite Disney character?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-8214850245104969455?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/8214850245104969455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/favorite-disney-character.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8214850245104969455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8214850245104969455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/favorite-disney-character.html' title='Favorite Disney Character.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1_hma5-X_I/TyDU0LTyuuI/AAAAAAAADLs/AMCULHwYNLs/s72-c/photo-796386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1891005528416545236</id><published>2012-01-23T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:51:34.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Massage and friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cFp5hxz0sk/Tx5rQPZfvVI/AAAAAAAADLU/QYm8ttZQLjA/s1600/photo-700310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701112105053175122" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cFp5hxz0sk/Tx5rQPZfvVI/AAAAAAAADLU/QYm8ttZQLjA/s320/photo-700310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;John is on the floor. He wants a massage coz his back hurts. Guess he's pretty lucky I'm a certified masseuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And im pretty lucky that he likes watching FRIENDS with me and laughs at all the stupid things I laugh at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fair trade I guess ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1891005528416545236?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1891005528416545236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/massage-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1891005528416545236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1891005528416545236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/massage-and-friends.html' title='Massage and friends.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cFp5hxz0sk/Tx5rQPZfvVI/AAAAAAAADLU/QYm8ttZQLjA/s72-c/photo-700310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-706906347728983589</id><published>2012-01-22T00:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:17:28.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy and his name is kenzo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0n8C20ezvg/TxvGGcmxo6I/AAAAAAAADLI/vTkhvKMwMug/s1600/photo-748711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0n8C20ezvg/TxvGGcmxo6I/AAAAAAAADLI/vTkhvKMwMug/s320/photo-748711.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700367567427838882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Visited my friends Tim and Blanca and their new baby boy Kenzo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-706906347728983589?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/706906347728983589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/its-boy-and-his-name-is-kenzo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/706906347728983589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/706906347728983589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/its-boy-and-his-name-is-kenzo.html' title='It&apos;s a boy and his name is kenzo.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0n8C20ezvg/TxvGGcmxo6I/AAAAAAAADLI/vTkhvKMwMug/s72-c/photo-748711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-2097701232196935465</id><published>2012-01-20T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:36:44.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family date night. Feed 3 for less than $10 &amp; u might get a massage if you're lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuyTEdBnwWA/TxpA3I2caZI/AAAAAAAADK8/7wZKENOptHY/s1600/photo-704338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuyTEdBnwWA/TxpA3I2caZI/AAAAAAAADK8/7wZKENOptHY/s320/photo-704338.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699939594403604882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Where can u get a meal for 3 people and get dessert for less than $10?!? Where else but costco :))) &lt;p&gt;Plus u can get samples galore inside and if you are lucky and all the massage chairs are plugged in... You can even get a free massage :) and you can walk off all the calories you ate.&lt;p&gt;Costco.. The place to be on a Friday night ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-2097701232196935465?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/2097701232196935465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/family-date-night-feed-3-for-less-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2097701232196935465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2097701232196935465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/family-date-night-feed-3-for-less-than.html' title='Family date night. Feed 3 for less than $10 &amp; u might get a massage if you&apos;re lucky'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuyTEdBnwWA/TxpA3I2caZI/AAAAAAAADK8/7wZKENOptHY/s72-c/photo-704338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3332139471809229376</id><published>2012-01-19T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:16:51.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside their head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Bad hair day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmSe-Pa4RAk/TxkUDw5f37I/AAAAAAAADKw/6wsR-y4-4bs/s1600/photo-798327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699608858312302514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmSe-Pa4RAk/TxkUDw5f37I/AAAAAAAADKw/6wsR-y4-4bs/s320/photo-798327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi! My name is Bambam. I am a shih-tzu. Or atleast I'm supposed to be a shih-tzu. Instead I look like a mutt. I see pics of other &lt;a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=shih+tzu&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1C1TSNH_enUS424US424&amp;amp;prmd=imvnso&amp;amp;source=lnms&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;ei=SyIZT6OfG6SqiQK479SgCA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=mode_link&amp;amp;ct=mode&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CBcQ_AUoAQ&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=499#hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1C1TSNH_enUS424US424&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=long+hair+shih+tzu&amp;amp;pbx=1&amp;amp;oq=long+hair+shih+tzu&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=g1&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;gs_sm=e&amp;amp;gs_upl=3940l5536l0l5894l10l9l0l0l0l6l280l1957l0.3.6l9l0&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf.,cf.osb&amp;amp;fp=765a809b3279a5e3&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=499"&gt;shih-tzu&lt;/a&gt;'s on the web and I say to myself "&lt;i&gt;wow look at all that hair&lt;/i&gt;" then I look in the mirror and I see what my master has done to me... And I get all depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She absolutely has no clue how to cut my hair... but she tries anyway coz she's trying to save some money. I don't really like that &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;dave ramsey&lt;/a&gt; guy very much!! He needs to stay out of my business. I say she needs to get me to the groomers STAT. My beard isn't even the same size. How embarrassing to my line of breed. She treats me like I'm some mongrel! Siiiigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess she's feeling the whole short hair / bald thing... Coz the guy she married... He's nice and all but well... his hair seems to be thinning out too (don't tell her i said that). And my master gets her son buzzed cut and he gets lined up each time he gets a haircut. I'm guessing she thinks it's a good look or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I say she's crazy. I also say she's jealous that if she grows my hair long, my hair will look prettier than her split-ended, dry hair. But it's okay coz I love her anyway. She feeds me good food and she rescued me from the street and gave me a bed and a warm home and she gives pretty good hugs so I guess me not having pretty hair is a fair trade for all she's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still think she's secretly jealous of my hair ;) I wonder what she'll do to me if I buzz her hair. The thought is very tempting! *evil smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's it for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Xoxo - Bambam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3332139471809229376?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3332139471809229376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/bad-hair-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3332139471809229376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3332139471809229376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad hair day.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmSe-Pa4RAk/TxkUDw5f37I/AAAAAAAADKw/6wsR-y4-4bs/s72-c/photo-798327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-6463626810751719412</id><published>2012-01-17T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:08:52.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Acting my "wage" &amp; now teaching my husband to do the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VuMiTa9ONI/TxcN0yJwe4I/AAAAAAAADKk/1QMHPWSCGF8/s1600/photo-730335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039053927709570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VuMiTa9ONI/TxcN0yJwe4I/AAAAAAAADKk/1QMHPWSCGF8/s320/photo-730335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister at coming the end of this month with her baby. I saw this sun shade for $20 and immediately thought to myself "&lt;i&gt;i want one and the baby needs it! why should I borrow a shade if I can have one myself for $20?&lt;/i&gt;" I really wanted to buy it. But I stopped and asked myself "&lt;i&gt;do I really need it now?&lt;/i&gt;" and the answer was no. So I walked away from the tent. At first i was sad but then i ended up smiling at myself coz I had once again mastered the art of "acting my wage". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As long as i've been a single mom (11 years now), I've lived an extremely frugal life style. A single income (of about $1200 a month) with 2 people to feed meant learning to pinch your pennies and saying NO to yourself (and your child) when you want to buy certain things, because I couldn't afford it at all. But I also learned to say no because I found out about &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/home/"&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/a&gt; and i was very determined to "&lt;b&gt;act my wage&lt;/b&gt;" and "&lt;b&gt;give every dollar a name&lt;/b&gt;" and it all went to food, shelter, christian's needs and &lt;b&gt;getting out of debt&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even Christian started listening to &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/home/"&gt;Dave Ramsey Jr.&lt;/a&gt; And he learned to use his money wisely, to &lt;b&gt;give to tithes and offerings&lt;/b&gt; and save up. For someone who doesn't get any allowance, he's saved up $500 of his own money for his college fund! That's a big chunk of savings from someone who doesn't even get allowance since he's homeschooled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was no dollar that didn't have a name or an allocation. Each dollar went into an "&lt;b&gt;envelope&lt;/b&gt;". Because of that I was able to live off of $1200 a month paying rent, food, and all our needs. But I never had enough to save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when I left my comfort zone and ventured into ministry and raising support... it also meant an unstable amount of income coming in on a monthly basis. (On some months like this month - I only have about $1000...On other months I have $1500). Every month is an adventure :) and because it's not a fixed income, I still live the life of &lt;b&gt;pinching pennies&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;saving&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;saying NO to buying unnecessary  things&lt;/b&gt;.... But now with a lil bit of extra money, I used that to save up for an "&lt;b&gt;emergency fund&lt;/b&gt;". And I was able to save my first $1000 emergency fund and even add to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, i got married and I thought things would&amp;nbsp;change a bit.... I thought i'd be able to buy more things and actually splurge a lil bit more since it's now a two income household. BUT i realized that i cannot shake off the lifestyle I live to give every dollar a name....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sooooo I introduced my then boyfriend to &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/home/"&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/a&gt; and Financial Peace University. I told him if he ever wanted to marry me, he had to listen to the cd's first. And now he's hooked. :)))))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told him we were not going to get married with debt on our heads. He wanted to give me the world and the wedding of my dreams (because he loves to shower people he loves with gifts), but i wanted him to learn about financial peace. So we decided to have a small wedding here in hawaii. We had enough money saved up so we could both pay for all expenses in &lt;b&gt;cash&lt;/b&gt;. The dress and alteration paid for in cash. The rings were paid for in cash. The food was paid for in cash. And we had to say NO to inviting more people because we had to stick with our budget. The wedding was simple yet beautiful, meaningful and fun and God's presence was definitely felt...and it was all within our budget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that we have another wedding in LA to save up for, we are once again pinching pennies to pay for the whole thing in cash. It means making a choice to inviting only family and really close friends (even if I want to invite the world), having the wedding at a backyard instead of some grand hotel with an ocean view and finding way and ideas to get creative but not spend a fortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are now also working on our envelope system, our budget, how to give, how to live on cash, to stop splurging on unnecessary expenses (ex: learning to eat at home instead of outside... brewing your own coffee instead of buying at starbucks) and we are going to try our hardest to save for an emergency fund, life insurance, retirement, etc and fight our way to get out of debt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because just like Dave Ramsey says: "&lt;i&gt;We desire to live like no one else, so tomorrow we can live like no one else."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If u want to live in financial peace and start acting your wage....Let me introduce you to "&lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/home/"&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/a&gt;". :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-6463626810751719412?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/6463626810751719412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/acting-my-wage-now-teaching-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6463626810751719412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6463626810751719412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/acting-my-wage-now-teaching-my-husband.html' title='Acting my &quot;wage&quot; &amp; now teaching my husband to do the same.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VuMiTa9ONI/TxcN0yJwe4I/AAAAAAAADKk/1QMHPWSCGF8/s72-c/photo-730335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-8710624816843219038</id><published>2012-01-16T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:13:23.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>You can take the kid out of LA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDa9hXZrdk4/TxUkmcbdJwI/AAAAAAAADKY/ACvwvu90bck/s1600/photo-788440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698501146392209154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDa9hXZrdk4/TxUkmcbdJwI/AAAAAAAADKY/ACvwvu90bck/s320/photo-788440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can take the kid out of LA but you can't take LA out of the kid. Purple and gold and sunday whites on his bedroom wall :) Coz he loves him some basketball. And he loves him some lakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-8710624816843219038?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/8710624816843219038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/you-can-take-kid-out-of-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8710624816843219038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8710624816843219038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/you-can-take-kid-out-of-la.html' title='You can take the kid out of LA.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDa9hXZrdk4/TxUkmcbdJwI/AAAAAAAADKY/ACvwvu90bck/s72-c/photo-788440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4642061181607441987</id><published>2012-01-15T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:14:00.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servant leader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>sundays look like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0KMpEH6u24/TxPNv3b_3PI/AAAAAAAADKI/9I4ItzO2EfA/s1600/photo-718525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698124175772736754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0KMpEH6u24/TxPNv3b_3PI/AAAAAAAADKI/9I4ItzO2EfA/s320/photo-718525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our 3rd Sunday schedule usually look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Get ready an load up the truck for setup for Sunday service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- set up the room&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- buy breakfast/coffee for the church&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- have Sunday worship service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Take down chairs/tables/etc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- unload the truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Do Costco runs for food for meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- have our once a month Leadership meetings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Have our Sunday dinner with the leaders of the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how we do church on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's very different from what i was used to in LA because we had our own building and our own space there with about 300 members..... But i remember when the church in LA didnt even have 100 people and it was fun to see the church grow and be a part of its growth in some way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, our church in hawaii is a mobile church and we have an average of 35 people....it's a very different dynamic from what I'm used to but I'm so thankful God called me to be a part of this spiritual family! God has great things in store for this church...after all He wouldn't send His favorite all the way here just to get married alone (although what a wonderful surprise that was) ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know God definitely has got something up His sleeve and I am excited and expectant to see what God can do. Coz if God can put a thousand in flight with one person, now that we got 2 people in full time staff... We can definitely put 10,000 to flight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if I was able to see God move the church and triple it's size in LA then I know He can do the same here... Coz He is the same God yesterday, today and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are definitely believing for our church to grow in size by this year. Please be praying for us and with us to see His praises proclaimed in the islands and for Him to use our church to be part of His voice to proclaim His praises. (Isaiah 42)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-4642061181607441987?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4642061181607441987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/sundays-look-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4642061181607441987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4642061181607441987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/sundays-look-like.html' title='sundays look like'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0KMpEH6u24/TxPNv3b_3PI/AAAAAAAADKI/9I4ItzO2EfA/s72-c/photo-718525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3571398742124924972</id><published>2012-01-13T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:27:15.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>more than my flesh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oCfaZhtF_4/TxHduc-5ycI/AAAAAAAADJ8/1q-y9UAtnPM/s1600/photo-736882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oCfaZhtF_4/TxHduc-5ycI/AAAAAAAADJ8/1q-y9UAtnPM/s320/photo-736882.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697578793724135874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;tea at Starbucks, a pen, my bible, my mr. and my journal. Taking the time to listen and hear God&amp;#39;s heart for this new season while waiting for the kiddo (who&amp;#39;s at his youth group) fills my heart and my soul.&lt;p&gt;Day 6 of die to self 2012. There&amp;#39;s nothing like hearing God&amp;#39;s promises and reading His word. There&amp;#39;s nothing like telling your body that you need the Word more than food. It feels good to prove to your body that you are more than your hunger &amp;amp; desires and the Spirit man is stronger than the flesh. &lt;p&gt;So thankful for The Word &amp;amp; His Spirit that brings fuel to my soul and grants me the strength to move in His grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3571398742124924972?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3571398742124924972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/more-than-my-flesh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3571398742124924972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3571398742124924972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/more-than-my-flesh.html' title='more than my flesh.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oCfaZhtF_4/TxHduc-5ycI/AAAAAAAADJ8/1q-y9UAtnPM/s72-c/photo-736882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1404816619822906518</id><published>2012-01-12T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:59:12.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>My #1 ministry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCn4ki6cmfE/Tw_VazSSgxI/AAAAAAAADJw/_PexXWN0ihg/s1600/photo-739296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697006710067200786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCn4ki6cmfE/Tw_VazSSgxI/AAAAAAAADJw/_PexXWN0ihg/s320/photo-739296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because my greatest calling &amp;amp; my number one ministry, next to worshiping God, is to be the wife and mother God has called and made me to be. And I take much pride in that call, but i also am humbled that God would call me to support another person with my heart and raise up a next generation world changer. I don't take this calling lightly. That is why I've fought to homeschool my child, even if it was hard to do so as a single mother, because I believe Christian was my first priority (over my dreams, over my job, over my ambition, over other people). And now I feel that same way about my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, my husband and i grew up in a divorced homes and we would never wish that pain we felt on any child or any couple. My son grew up fatherless for 11 years and I raised him as a single parent and I would never wish that on anyone as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my desire is to study up on what it means to be a wife and continue to study about being a parent and glean wisdom &amp;amp; knowledge from others who have much more knowledge than I, on what marriage &amp;amp; parenting really means. From reading books &amp;amp; blogs, to receiving counsel &amp;amp; hearing advice of to those who have been married for some time, to attending workshops and to asking the elderly what they think their greatest mistakes were when they raised their kids so I don't repeat other's folly. And my heart is to be able to share that same knowledge to others and counsel others &amp;nbsp;who have an open heart to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because if every wife/husband/parent put as much effort learning to be a better wife/husband/parent the same way they put effort in learning what they did in school (or work)... I believe the world will be a much better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whoever trusts in his own mind is a fool, but he who walks in wisdom will be delivered. (Proverbs 28:26 ESV)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;day 6: die to self 2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1404816619822906518?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1404816619822906518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/my-1-ministry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1404816619822906518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1404816619822906518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/my-1-ministry.html' title='My #1 ministry.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCn4ki6cmfE/Tw_VazSSgxI/AAAAAAAADJw/_PexXWN0ihg/s72-c/photo-739296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3208818071771944248</id><published>2012-01-11T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:00:06.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Coffee equals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpsdN8vcJg4/Tw8eK8nsbEI/AAAAAAAADJc/Wg0YhzWNq10/s1600/photo-726636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696805227067108418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpsdN8vcJg4/Tw8eK8nsbEI/AAAAAAAADJc/Wg0YhzWNq10/s320/photo-726636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coffee = love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love coffee. It's my choice of poison. I don't drink soda, I hardly drink beer (or any liquor)... and I seldom drink juice. The only other drink that can compare to coffee for me would be a iced black tea with a splash of lemonade :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's your choice of poison?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3208818071771944248?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3208818071771944248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/coffee-equals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3208818071771944248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3208818071771944248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/coffee-equals.html' title='Coffee equals.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpsdN8vcJg4/Tw8eK8nsbEI/AAAAAAAADJc/Wg0YhzWNq10/s72-c/photo-726636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5826632276741028410</id><published>2012-01-09T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:36:42.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>One of my favoritest views.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqt4UyzEWu0/Twv3BbddVPI/AAAAAAAADJQ/exiv3cBQrzM/s1600/photo-796426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695917757663368434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqt4UyzEWu0/Twv3BbddVPI/AAAAAAAADJQ/exiv3cBQrzM/s320/photo-796426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my favoritest views here in the island = The view from the h3 right after the tunnel driving into kailua/kaneohe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to that side of the island and drove to visit grandpa &amp;amp; grandma c today just to say hello since it was my day off. It was nice to spend time with them and glean wisdom from the experiences they have as a married couple. (they have been together for over 59years going on 60 this June).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scenic views + spending time with new family + gleaning wisdom. What more can I ask for to do on my sabbath? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5826632276741028410?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5826632276741028410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/one-of-my-favoritest-views.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5826632276741028410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5826632276741028410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/one-of-my-favoritest-views.html' title='One of my favoritest views.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqt4UyzEWu0/Twv3BbddVPI/AAAAAAAADJQ/exiv3cBQrzM/s72-c/photo-796426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4443866169149836774</id><published>2012-01-08T01:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:05:37.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>amazed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpZGEovW3Cg/Twlnz-n6JfI/AAAAAAAADJE/yv4TqVw52kA/s1600/photo-763009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695197346468079090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpZGEovW3Cg/Twlnz-n6JfI/AAAAAAAADJE/yv4TqVw52kA/s320/photo-763009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Listening to my husband worship God while I talk to someone on the phone. The person who called said they prayed for us and what has been impressed in their heart during prayer was an exact confirmation of what God has been speaking to our hearts recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So thankful that we serve such an amazing God who dances and sings His promises over us continuously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You dance over me while I am unaware, you sing all around, while I never hear the sound... Lord I'm amazed by you and how you love me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-4443866169149836774?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4443866169149836774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4443866169149836774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4443866169149836774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/amazed.html' title='amazed.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpZGEovW3Cg/Twlnz-n6JfI/AAAAAAAADJE/yv4TqVw52kA/s72-c/photo-763009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7723009817822819855</id><published>2012-01-06T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:06:37.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>According to the students, my new name is: Mama C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzReS6mdvIY/Twe1sR6qxhI/AAAAAAAADI4/Sy3VwJ0ViJo/s1600/photo-728939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694720026161628690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzReS6mdvIY/Twe1sR6qxhI/AAAAAAAADI4/Sy3VwJ0ViJo/s320/photo-728939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His students threw us a mock wedding reception in the band room! How sweet! They spent their own money, decorated the place up &amp;amp; did everything themselves!!! They even performed songs for us!! How sweet! Im so overjoyed! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call him Mr. C. They call me Mama C and they call Christian Lil'C. i love it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7723009817822819855?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7723009817822819855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/according-to-students-my-new-name-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7723009817822819855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7723009817822819855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/according-to-students-my-new-name-is.html' title='According to the students, my new name is: Mama C'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzReS6mdvIY/Twe1sR6qxhI/AAAAAAAADI4/Sy3VwJ0ViJo/s72-c/photo-728939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7695200585009370209</id><published>2012-01-05T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:07:35.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Chasing lizards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCwB7xGY84U/TwaK3zaVEWI/AAAAAAAADIo/3ie_xinmZS4/s1600/photo-730926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694391470154649954" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCwB7xGY84U/TwaK3zaVEWI/AAAAAAAADIo/3ie_xinmZS4/s320/photo-730926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And eating them for a snack! Go Clifford!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7695200585009370209?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7695200585009370209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/chasing-lizards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7695200585009370209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7695200585009370209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2012/01/chasing-lizards.html' title='Chasing lizards.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCwB7xGY84U/TwaK3zaVEWI/AAAAAAAADIo/3ie_xinmZS4/s72-c/photo-730926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3380217461993643092</id><published>2012-01-03T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T12:44:03.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly themes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneword2012'/><title type='text'>all things NEW: a journey of new beginnings - my #oneword365 #oneword2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because i have a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because i have a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because i have a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because i have a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because i have a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because i have a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222;"&gt;new&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;song to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because i have a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; spiritual family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because i have a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;because He has given me &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;He has made ALL THINGS NEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Then He who sat on the throne said, Behold, I make all things NEW. And He said to me, WRITE, for these words are faithful and true. (Revelation 21:5)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Zcce58K7Y/TwQCRdYLfYI/AAAAAAAADIc/HqZ9ANphUS4/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Zcce58K7Y/TwQCRdYLfYI/AAAAAAAADIc/HqZ9ANphUS4/s200/photo.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;My one word for 2012 is NEW. I know it's kind of cliche since it's the new year, but there's no other word that best describes the season that God has brought me into except that word. It's like He has given me a clean slate and a fresh start and is writing a brand new chapter in my life story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Everything in this season is new for me. This is unfamiliar territory and i know unfamiliar territories come with both blessings and trials. but because God has promised that He has made all things new, i am excited and ecstatic, because last year He came through for me and my son and my husband in ways that have exceeded our imagination and i know that with God, i &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/search/label/believe"&gt;believe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(#oneword2011)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;we only go from faith to faith and strength to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and glory to glory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This season i know i must learn to understand fully the new role i have as a wife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;his season i need to understand the covering and mantle He has placed upon me with my new role as a minister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(no longer a missionary since i married a local boy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This season i must learn to balance the role i have as a mother in my new family and home... and learn to submit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(since i am no longer head of the household).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This season, i want to find my niche and the specific role i have in my local church and the community, not just as a minister but now a pastor's wife&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(how many people remember how i swore to never become that?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This season i must learn to spell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(and teach others how to spell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; my last new last name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;This season i am to follow and make time to follow His command to write - diligently, truthfully, without reserve - to write and &amp;nbsp;bring Him glory. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(see revelations 21:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;This season, our family must learn and understand exactly what and why God has brought us into this new season together for such a time as this... and move boldly into our destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;He has given me a new song to sing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;a hymn of praise to our God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Many will see what he has done and be amazed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They will put their trust in the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-variant: small-caps; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;. (Psalm 40:3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My God has made all things new... and i will write for His words have proven faithful and true. I cannot wait to see how 2012 will unfold and i am excited to take you with me and my family along in this journey of new beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;For behold, I create new heavens and a new earth;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And the former shall not be remembered or come to mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But be glad and rejoice forever in what I create;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;For behold, I create Jerusalem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;as&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a rejoicing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And her people a joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I will rejoice in Jerusalem,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And joy in My people;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The voice of weeping shall no longer be heard in her,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Nor the voice of crying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;No more shall an infant from there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;live but a few&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;days,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Nor an old man who has not fulfilled his days;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;For the child shall die one hundred years old,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the sinner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;being&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;one hundred years old shall be accursed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They shall build houses and inhabit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;them;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They shall not build and another inhabit;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They shall not plant and another eat;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;For as the days of a tree,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;so shall be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the days of My people,&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;My elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;They shall not labor in vain,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Nor bring forth children for trouble;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;For they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;shall be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the descendants of the blessed of the LORD,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And their offspring with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It shall come to pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That before they call, I will answer;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And while they are still speaking, I will hear.&amp;nbsp;(Isaiah 65:17-24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneword365.com/" mce_href="http://www.oneword365.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="aligncenter 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-6116619112951736355</id><published>2012-01-01T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:12:50.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>I kissed a frog prince :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZgBryqnPhY/TwIkY74nRoI/AAAAAAAADIE/xCJc1x-kZQE/s1600/photo-750546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693152889760335490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZgBryqnPhY/TwIkY74nRoI/AAAAAAAADIE/xCJc1x-kZQE/s320/photo-750546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZgBryqnPhY/TwIkY74nRoI/AAAAAAAADIE/xCJc1x-kZQE/s72-c/photo-750546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-9168535015344985164</id><published>2011-12-31T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:15:18.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly themes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>2011 started in barrenness &amp; ended up with fruitfulness. Believe #oneword2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwtYBDAOeJQ/Tv-CB_hLrII/AAAAAAAADH4/8e5eOdzBpHQ/s1600/photo-715290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692411424761687170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwtYBDAOeJQ/Tv-CB_hLrII/AAAAAAAADH4/8e5eOdzBpHQ/s320/photo-715290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Started 2011 with 21 days of fasting, BELIEVING God for a breakthrough after years of tears...&amp;nbsp;Ended 2011 with songs of joy in my heart - living in Hawaii, as a minister of His word and now I'm married to a wonderful man.&amp;nbsp;God always gives us more than what we ask for if we just continue to BELIEVE. #oneword2011&amp;nbsp;Bring on 2012 - coz we only go from faith to faith, strength to strength and glory to glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-9168535015344985164?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/9168535015344985164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/2011-started-in-barrenness-ended-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/9168535015344985164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/9168535015344985164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/2011-started-in-barrenness-ended-up.html' title='2011 started in barrenness &amp; ended up with fruitfulness. Believe #oneword2011'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwtYBDAOeJQ/Tv-CB_hLrII/AAAAAAAADH4/8e5eOdzBpHQ/s72-c/photo-715290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1876244863132656517</id><published>2011-12-28T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T09:43:47.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKxBHmSA0ew/TvtVVC4ElFI/AAAAAAAADHs/dpghJ-zfCEw/s1600/photo-727416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKxBHmSA0ew/TvtVVC4ElFI/AAAAAAAADHs/dpghJ-zfCEw/s320/photo-727416.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691236374150419538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is the day that the Lord has made...i will rejoice and be glad in it. this day has been written in my book of life, even before I came to be. This day has been in God&amp;#39;s heart since the beginning of eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1876244863132656517?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1876244863132656517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/this-is-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1876244863132656517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1876244863132656517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/this-is-day.html' title='This is the day.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKxBHmSA0ew/TvtVVC4ElFI/AAAAAAAADHs/dpghJ-zfCEw/s72-c/photo-727416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-2189382062247631133</id><published>2011-12-26T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:25:57.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birds, the bees and the wrong hole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1AfeLxz4B4/TvjKRXjRkvI/AAAAAAAADHg/RSppq9LnCcg/s1600/photo-757447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1AfeLxz4B4/TvjKRXjRkvI/AAAAAAAADHg/RSppq9LnCcg/s320/photo-757447.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690520528911176434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A serious conversation this morning when I went to fiance&amp;#39;s home. John is giving the kiddo the full birds &amp;amp; the bees &amp;quot;talk&amp;quot;. as I walked into the room, the kid says to me with much disdain in his face: &amp;quot;you girls have 3 holes?!? You need to tell him if he goes into the wrong hole mom!!!&amp;quot;. &lt;p&gt;Then after their whole convo, kiddo said it&amp;#39;s interesting how God created us... He&amp;#39;s pretty smart to create us that way.&lt;p&gt;What a wonderful way to start the day ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-2189382062247631133?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/2189382062247631133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/birds-bees-and-wrong-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2189382062247631133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2189382062247631133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/birds-bees-and-wrong-hole.html' title='The birds, the bees and the wrong hole.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1AfeLxz4B4/TvjKRXjRkvI/AAAAAAAADHg/RSppq9LnCcg/s72-c/photo-757447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5579774811789676463</id><published>2011-12-23T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:13:42.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Merry and bright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p96X9y6QNIk/TvVnxr59BGI/AAAAAAAADHU/NDZZejZ4pOc/s1600/photo-733462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689567807549539426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p96X9y6QNIk/TvVnxr59BGI/AAAAAAAADHU/NDZZejZ4pOc/s320/photo-733462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May your days be merry and bright (as bright as bambam's shining star)! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5579774811789676463?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5579774811789676463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/merry-and-bright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5579774811789676463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5579774811789676463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/merry-and-bright.html' title='Merry and bright.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p96X9y6QNIk/TvVnxr59BGI/AAAAAAAADHU/NDZZejZ4pOc/s72-c/photo-733462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-2888882284856242166</id><published>2011-12-16T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:32:02.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Xmas vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wnfwhcsIl_k/TusQE0Q1maI/AAAAAAAADHE/iRJWNCLbE6w/s1600/photo-722648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wnfwhcsIl_k/TusQE0Q1maI/AAAAAAAADHE/iRJWNCLbE6w/s320/photo-722648.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686656629420169634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Late night trip to the grocery store to buy Moose track ice cream = $6&lt;p&gt;Beautiful lights glowing from&lt;br&gt;the Xmas tree = borrowed from the M family.&lt;p&gt;watching tv/movies the whole night coz they have no need to get up early tomorrow = awesomeness.&lt;p&gt;Having to sleep in an empty home by myself coz my son &amp;amp; my dog are sleeping over the fiance&amp;#39;s house = kinda sucky.&lt;p&gt;Seeing my 2 boys cuddle while watching = priceless.&lt;p&gt;Hello Christmas vacation. We missed u so! These next 2 weeks are gonna be FUN! (though it&amp;#39;s kinda strange not having to wear layers of clothing for Xmas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-2888882284856242166?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/2888882284856242166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/hello-xmas-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2888882284856242166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2888882284856242166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/hello-xmas-vacation.html' title='Hello Xmas vacation.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wnfwhcsIl_k/TusQE0Q1maI/AAAAAAAADHE/iRJWNCLbE6w/s72-c/photo-722648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1461144298677075905</id><published>2011-12-11T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:14:46.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trumpet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAZGSLG73tI/TuU5ZyqsRUI/AAAAAAAADG4/teFbtiIKhpI/s1600/photo-786678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAZGSLG73tI/TuU5ZyqsRUI/AAAAAAAADG4/teFbtiIKhpI/s320/photo-786678.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685013219885466946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Praise him with trumpet sound; praise him with lute and harp! (Psalm 150:3 ESV)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1461144298677075905?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1461144298677075905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/trumpet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1461144298677075905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1461144298677075905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/trumpet.html' title='trumpet.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAZGSLG73tI/TuU5ZyqsRUI/AAAAAAAADG4/teFbtiIKhpI/s72-c/photo-786678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3522100906789071481</id><published>2011-12-08T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:19:27.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>all things are possible indeed. #oneword2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;i moved here to hawaii to change the world. leaving family and friends behind, i packed my bags and took my son and my dog and decided to serve God here as a missionary to help a local church and bring a lil crazy flava' to the islands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;as soon as i got here though, God decided it would be fun to turn my world completely upside down and He surprised me with a wonderful gift to heal my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;my &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2011/01/bleeding.html"&gt;biggest fear in life&lt;/a&gt; was my fear of marriage. any one of my friends and those of you who've been reading my blog know how much that fear has gripped my heart. i would fly anywhere, write anything, talk to anyone for the gospel... but the one thing i never desired was to ever be in a place where my heart would be vulnerable in the hands of someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;i had to move 2500 miles away from home to realize how much my heart needed to learn to trust - in God and eventually in a man. i had to move 2500 miles away to realize how much my son needed a godly male role model in his life on a daily basis. so God brought along &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/allowing-my-heart-to-feel-again.html"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt;, my friend, my homie, my neighbor (literally) to help bring healing to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;his name means God is merciful and gracious / a gift from God. his name speaks&amp;nbsp;of how my heart feels every time i think of how God orchestrated every little detail for us to be together. he waited 35 years for me to come along, living purely in the eyes of God, completely trusting in God that a wife would come along one day. he had people praying for him. i didn't desire marriage but i had people (literally my whole church &amp;amp; my family, relatives &amp;amp; friends) praying for me that i would one day change my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;and my heart was changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;now i have a fiance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;and i'm getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;to say that is one of the greatest miracles of all time. (seriously). if you knew how stubborn i was and how much i hated the idea, you'd know how much of a miracle this was. but God is in the business of transforming lives and changing hearts. and im so glad He changed my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;i was reading through emails of prayers of people who cried for my heart to be healed. &amp;nbsp;i have emails of prophetic words that people have shared to me through out the years of how God spoke to their hearts to pray for my husband. i have emails and letters sent to me by powerful prayer warriors telling me that a marriage was gonna happen soon, even before i moved out to hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;when the righteous pray... God moves heaven and earth for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;our story is a testimony of how powerful prayers are and how God can truly turn things around in one day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;i am so grateful that i get to spend this holiday season with my son and my dog and my fiance, doing what i love to do which is to be a minister and a missionary for God, while living in one of the most beautiful places in the world. &amp;nbsp;though my journey has been one of &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/p/single-moms-journey.html"&gt;pain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/search/label/fear"&gt;tears&lt;/a&gt; and a lot of trials, my &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/search/label/believe"&gt;#oneword2011 journey to BELIEVE&lt;/a&gt; has proven that ALL THINGS are possible indeed for him or her who believes. [mk 9:23]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOqIyRmSg-Q/TuFH3T_5qBI/AAAAAAAADGs/thhSYpDManc/s1600/photo+%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOqIyRmSg-Q/TuFH3T_5qBI/AAAAAAAADGs/thhSYpDManc/s320/photo+%252814%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3522100906789071481?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3522100906789071481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/all-things-are-possible-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3522100906789071481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3522100906789071481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/all-things-are-possible-indeed.html' title='all things are possible indeed. #oneword2011'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOqIyRmSg-Q/TuFH3T_5qBI/AAAAAAAADGs/thhSYpDManc/s72-c/photo+%252814%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-8185429542010269777</id><published>2011-12-06T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:57:26.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>You don't write because you want to say something..you write because you have something to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQxKg7Rr754/Tt6k2hWriCI/AAAAAAAADGk/g2GRnsHYm8w/s1600/photo-741435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683161036361533474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQxKg7Rr754/Tt6k2hWriCI/AAAAAAAADGk/g2GRnsHYm8w/s320/photo-741435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this gift in the mail today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Definitely in tears right now. I'm so thankful for friends that remind you of the dreams in your heart and encourage you to go on and pursue them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This gift came at the perfect time coz I had a terrible week before this. I lost my part time job (from which came a significant amount of money i needed to pay my bills since I'm here only on missionary support). Plus I got super sick on my birthday and my dog caught fleas which cost $200 to get rid off (which i had to take from my savings for Christmas money.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After this weekend my heart was so discouraged and disheartened. And I was asking God to throw me a bone and give me something to encourage me of my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love how God uses people and circumstances to bring encouragement at the perfect time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This gift reminded me of the promises God was speaking to me as I was sick in bed resting on my birthday.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;spoke tenderly&amp;nbsp;promises to me that this coming year would be the beginning of a completely new season of my life. That all the years of tears that I've sown has watered the seeds and now a harvest&amp;nbsp;is about to come (and has began to come already). And He had to bring me to a completely new place (where I don't know anybody) in order for me to see His great miracle working power to take my walk with Him to the next level and that only He could have the power to do these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait to write fresh revelations and promises for this coming season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new season as a missionary working for the kingdom of God in one of the most beautiful places on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new season as a soon-to-be wife of a great godly man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new season to have a new name and a new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new season as God's minister who was given a mandate to proclaim His praise in the islands. (isaiah 42:12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new season awaits and by the end of next year these fresh pages will be filled of His promises and testimonies of His faithfulness and goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He has given me a new song to sing...a hymn of praise to God. many will see what He has done and be amazed and they will put their trust in the Lord." (psalm 40:3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you to my dear friend and sister Anna, for reminding me that I write because I have something to say... And I thank God for giving me the words to proclaim His praises and sing of His faithfulness all the days of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-8185429542010269777?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/8185429542010269777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/you-dont-write-because-you-want-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8185429542010269777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8185429542010269777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/you-dont-write-because-you-want-to-say.html' title='You don&apos;t write because you want to say something..you write because you have something to say.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQxKg7Rr754/Tt6k2hWriCI/AAAAAAAADGk/g2GRnsHYm8w/s72-c/photo-741435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3780057191473286780</id><published>2011-12-01T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:36:44.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My face = exactly how I feel. Sucks to be me right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvgnzAbyWuI/Tthj7IlBb6I/AAAAAAAADGY/AlPMPGSAya4/s1600/photo-704226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvgnzAbyWuI/Tthj7IlBb6I/AAAAAAAADGY/AlPMPGSAya4/s320/photo-704226.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681400797494079394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2 months ago I had an ear infection. I went to the beach and had a swimmers ear. The pain lasted a week and everything I heard was pretty much muffled. That sound lingered for 2 months. I was deaf in my right ear and had a hard time hearing. I had to drink antibiotic and put in ointments and do ear flushes and after 2 months of annoying pain...it began to feel better a couple of weeks ago...&lt;p&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;p&gt;Yesterday the ear infection came back with a damn vengeance. Today I am in so much pain that Tylenol isn&amp;#39;t even doing anything for me anymore. My ear is swollen :( I have to put ice on my ear so it numbs out the external pain I feel coz of all the crap that&amp;#39;s in my ear that&amp;#39;s causing the infection.&lt;p&gt;An my ear chose to do this 2 days before I celebrate my birthday. :/ so i had to cancel my birthday dinner. Sucks to be me right now.&lt;p&gt;Please say a prayer for me if you can. I am believing for supernatural healing coz this single mama has no insurance and I can&amp;#39;t afford to go to a specialist.&lt;p&gt;I know my God is a healer. I am trusting in His promise that He removes all my diseases (psalm 103)... Please stand in prayer with me and believe with me for healing.&lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3780057191473286780?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3780057191473286780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/my-face-exactly-how-i-feel-sucks-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3780057191473286780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3780057191473286780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/12/my-face-exactly-how-i-feel-sucks-to-be.html' title='My face = exactly how I feel. Sucks to be me right now.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvgnzAbyWuI/Tthj7IlBb6I/AAAAAAAADGY/AlPMPGSAya4/s72-c/photo-704226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-526784550144453672</id><published>2011-11-28T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:33:29.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>I long to be this kind of tree.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrpVChRvzPY/TtPu-jQH2QI/AAAAAAAADGM/Xck4OimPNCE/s1600/photo-721828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680146313426491650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrpVChRvzPY/TtPu-jQH2QI/AAAAAAAADGM/Xck4OimPNCE/s320/photo-721828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The birds nested in its branches, and in its shade all the wild animals gave birth. All the great nations of the world lived in its shadow. It was strong &amp;amp; beautiful, with wide-spreading branches, for its roots went deep into abundant water. Ez31:6-7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I long to be this kind of tree. A shelter where people can run to, whose branches are long enough to embrace people who have their own stories to tell and be a safe place of rest. I long to have my roots run deep into abundant waters of God's love, so deep that it provides nourishment to everything around me. I long to be the kind of tree, where under the shade of my prayers and words, dreams are birthed and cared for and launched forth. I long to be the kind of tree that brings life to others around me and shares life to those who are parched. I long to be the kind of tree, where its mere presence will cause others to see and be in awe of God's miracle working power that was able to transform what was once a small seed of faith into something beautiful and majestic that boasts of His amazing grace. I long to be this kind of tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-526784550144453672?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/526784550144453672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/i-long-to-be-this-kind-of-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/526784550144453672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/526784550144453672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/i-long-to-be-this-kind-of-tree.html' title='I long to be this kind of tree.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrpVChRvzPY/TtPu-jQH2QI/AAAAAAAADGM/Xck4OimPNCE/s72-c/photo-721828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4981224156870680557</id><published>2011-11-27T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:34:11.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Sunday mornings and training the kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--m7lBW8hcN8/TtKZef8HRJI/AAAAAAAADGA/5cGsgRAL4Uk/s1600/picstitch-797027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679770829316375698" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--m7lBW8hcN8/TtKZef8HRJI/AAAAAAAADGA/5cGsgRAL4Uk/s320/picstitch-797027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life of a missionary. We do church set up and take down every sunday morning, since we're a mobile church and have no permanent place yet. (thats one thing you could be praying about please) Btw, the one thing i hate about set up &amp;amp; take down are those tables....They are soooo darn heavy it takes 2 people to carry em. Craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywhoo, check out those kiddos in the pic. They're amazing kids! They help with carrying stuff, unloading the truck and setting up church (computers, projector, chairs) every Sunday. We're definitely training the next generation right ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-4981224156870680557?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4981224156870680557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/sunday-mornings-and-training-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4981224156870680557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4981224156870680557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/sunday-mornings-and-training-kids.html' title='Sunday mornings and training the kids.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--m7lBW8hcN8/TtKZef8HRJI/AAAAAAAADGA/5cGsgRAL4Uk/s72-c/picstitch-797027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-6614241976192247191</id><published>2011-11-25T03:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:50:53.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday gift for myself :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TANqotjZ_Pc/Ts-BHsj7YNI/AAAAAAAADFo/FNRB2m4dtFw/s1600/photo-753179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TANqotjZ_Pc/Ts-BHsj7YNI/AAAAAAAADFo/FNRB2m4dtFw/s320/photo-753179.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678899624358404306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All for $45. Gotta love black Friday deals :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-6614241976192247191?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/6614241976192247191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/my-birthday-gift-for-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6614241976192247191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6614241976192247191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/my-birthday-gift-for-myself.html' title='My birthday gift for myself :)'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TANqotjZ_Pc/Ts-BHsj7YNI/AAAAAAAADFo/FNRB2m4dtFw/s72-c/photo-753179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-242088549375510996</id><published>2011-11-24T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:58:02.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thankful always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4gGbaAWsr4/Ts6v2s8hF1I/AAAAAAAADFc/FkqCinlqkwM/s1600/photo-782344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4gGbaAWsr4/Ts6v2s8hF1I/AAAAAAAADFc/FkqCinlqkwM/s320/photo-782344.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678669534473557842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wall of thanksgiving. So when things are rough, I will be reminded of things that are really important and everything I&amp;#39;m grateful for. Happy thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-242088549375510996?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/242088549375510996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/be-thankful-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/242088549375510996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/242088549375510996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/be-thankful-always.html' title='Be thankful always.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4gGbaAWsr4/Ts6v2s8hF1I/AAAAAAAADFc/FkqCinlqkwM/s72-c/photo-782344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7945942934169519577</id><published>2011-11-22T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:34:43.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Joy in the smallest. #choosejoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvn1tPBUbTs/TsyNexS7U3I/AAAAAAAADFQ/TkwHUEQBujI/s1600/photo-710688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678068789975667570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvn1tPBUbTs/TsyNexS7U3I/AAAAAAAADFQ/TkwHUEQBujI/s320/photo-710688.JPG" /&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;Sometimes joy can be found in the smallest of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Choose joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7945942934169519577?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7945942934169519577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvn1tPBUbTs/TsyNexS7U3I/AAAAAAAADFQ/TkwHUEQBujI/s72-c/photo-710688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5582019801858340230</id><published>2011-11-21T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:45:04.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS never fails to make my heart smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmnNRNApR-8/Tsso0ajBzRI/AAAAAAAADFE/V4kb_zz08Uo/s1600/photo-704811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmnNRNApR-8/Tsso0ajBzRI/AAAAAAAADFE/V4kb_zz08Uo/s320/photo-704811.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677676636175191314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thankful for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5582019801858340230?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmnNRNApR-8/Tsso0ajBzRI/AAAAAAAADFE/V4kb_zz08Uo/s72-c/photo-704811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1631994145353651045</id><published>2011-11-18T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:59:26.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking dawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMJN7b0Qy4Q/TsYsfpLJtQI/AAAAAAAADE4/oT9pNfv0JaU/s1600/photo-766589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMJN7b0Qy4Q/TsYsfpLJtQI/AAAAAAAADE4/oT9pNfv0JaU/s320/photo-766589.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676273302487282946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Waiting in line for hours. Loading up on coffee and red bull and finally in the theater to watch breaking dawn. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1631994145353651045?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1631994145353651045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/breaking-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1631994145353651045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1631994145353651045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking dawn.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMJN7b0Qy4Q/TsYsfpLJtQI/AAAAAAAADE4/oT9pNfv0JaU/s72-c/photo-766589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3517108134886741494</id><published>2011-11-08T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:58:50.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved speaks to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSDV_YHeLPU/Trn6esJuvOI/AAAAAAAADD8/IiipXhQiQF8/s1600/photo-730062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSDV_YHeLPU/Trn6esJuvOI/AAAAAAAADD8/IiipXhQiQF8/s320/photo-730062.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672840610804841698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My beloved speaks and says to me: &amp;quot;Arise, my love, and come away, for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone (Song of Solomon 2:10-11)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3517108134886741494?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3517108134886741494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/my-beloved-speaks-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3517108134886741494'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>a boy and his best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-BiJuTXRX4/TriziBOFtPI/AAAAAAAADDw/l7RiE-WHp2k/s1600/photo-731701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-BiJuTXRX4/TriziBOFtPI/AAAAAAAADDw/l7RiE-WHp2k/s320/photo-731701.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672481127697593586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1943671111314201401?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1943671111314201401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/boy-and-his-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1943671111314201401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1943671111314201401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/boy-and-his-best-friend.html' title='a boy and his best friend.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-BiJuTXRX4/TriziBOFtPI/AAAAAAAADDw/l7RiE-WHp2k/s72-c/photo-731701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-8252576253595657483</id><published>2011-11-05T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:15:52.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be merry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmUieT_Lwdk/TrXRuYFAqtI/AAAAAAAADDk/n0SiS6wkYjY/s1600/photo-752750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmUieT_Lwdk/TrXRuYFAqtI/AAAAAAAADDk/n0SiS6wkYjY/s320/photo-752750.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671669900410661586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You have filled my heart with greater joy [psalm 4:7]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-8252576253595657483?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmUieT_Lwdk/TrXRuYFAqtI/AAAAAAAADDk/n0SiS6wkYjY/s72-c/photo-752750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-8742964823591165691</id><published>2011-11-01T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:05:57.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing the super powers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5b_AvfUJ2Og/TrCJZrC5pdI/AAAAAAAADDY/VHidMuku-c0/s1600/photo-757478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5b_AvfUJ2Og/TrCJZrC5pdI/AAAAAAAADDY/VHidMuku-c0/s320/photo-757478.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670183005004080594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The maximizer in me is &amp;#252;ber giddy. (it&amp;#39;s my #2 theme). Introducing strength finders to the staff and church here. Can&amp;#39;t wait to find out what the superpowers of each individual is and our collective strength as leaders in the church. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-8742964823591165691?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/8742964823591165691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/introducing-super-powers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8742964823591165691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8742964823591165691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/11/introducing-super-powers.html' title='introducing the super powers.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5b_AvfUJ2Og/TrCJZrC5pdI/AAAAAAAADDY/VHidMuku-c0/s72-c/photo-757478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-558115080093239943</id><published>2011-10-30T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:51:56.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting family &amp; my first real date in 9 years. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OgLSJlsGW8E/Tq2q3M2_itI/AAAAAAAADDM/hG-wGpqiiXE/s1600/photo-716062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OgLSJlsGW8E/Tq2q3M2_itI/AAAAAAAADDM/hG-wGpqiiXE/s320/photo-716062.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669375371250731730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;saturday: met JC&amp;#39;s grandparents, C &amp;amp; JC played a lil pool and watched dvds. then i went on a first real &amp;quot;non-chaperoned&amp;quot; date with someone I love for the first time in 9 years! ;) the night consisted of going to church to worship, eating a deelish dinner and walking around waikiki with all the crazy dressed up hooligans. my saturday = perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-558115080093239943?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OgLSJlsGW8E/Tq2q3M2_itI/AAAAAAAADDM/hG-wGpqiiXE/s72-c/photo-716062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3825084399317606975</id><published>2011-10-29T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:37:24.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night date night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2dBGE8VAxM/TqutNCiaAjI/AAAAAAAADDA/mUkIk-sh54c/s1600/photo-744003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2dBGE8VAxM/TqutNCiaAjI/AAAAAAAADDA/mUkIk-sh54c/s320/photo-744003.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668814995506987570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Date night with the lil man = mars needs moms, lotsa chocolate, panda express, cracker jacks, sour gummi words and lotsa hugs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3825084399317606975?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3825084399317606975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/friday-night-date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3825084399317606975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3825084399317606975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/friday-night-date-night.html' title='Friday night date night.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2dBGE8VAxM/TqutNCiaAjI/AAAAAAAADDA/mUkIk-sh54c/s72-c/photo-744003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5337158273479407284</id><published>2011-10-23T01:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:17:53.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my saturday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGHYR_XJZIg/TqPQXWIu4_I/AAAAAAAADCw/adVYqNbxupA/s1600/photo-756624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666601855659992050" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGHYR_XJZIg/TqPQXWIu4_I/AAAAAAAADCw/adVYqNbxupA/s320/photo-756624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hanging out with my boys this Saturday night while studying the word. :) all is well in my heart. all that's missing is my dog...but that's changing in a couple of weeks coz he's flying out here soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5337158273479407284?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5337158273479407284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/my-saturday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5337158273479407284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5337158273479407284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/my-saturday-night.html' title='my saturday night.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGHYR_XJZIg/TqPQXWIu4_I/AAAAAAAADCw/adVYqNbxupA/s72-c/photo-756624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1921386816571600578</id><published>2011-10-20T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:58:33.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>It's the little things: laker flowers and then some.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMIWeUrsdHw/TqB2sjtMClI/AAAAAAAADCg/p2bmLq9qoRM/s1600/photo-793736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665658839103179346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMIWeUrsdHw/TqB2sjtMClI/AAAAAAAADCg/p2bmLq9qoRM/s320/photo-793736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;flowers and a foot rub for me and a toy for my son. it's the little things he does that makes my heart smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;im all giddy. aaaand to think...i said i wanted to be single for the rest of my life. thank God for not taking my words seriously at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;take note: the flowers are purple and gold. he says he hates the lakers but i think he's a low-key laker fan too. LOL ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1921386816571600578?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1921386816571600578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/its-little-things-laker-flowers-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1921386816571600578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1921386816571600578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/its-little-things-laker-flowers-and.html' title='It&apos;s the little things: laker flowers and then some.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMIWeUrsdHw/TqB2sjtMClI/AAAAAAAADCg/p2bmLq9qoRM/s72-c/photo-793736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7746331580559276189</id><published>2011-10-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:59:41.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>word study while they wii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wnZ-cQXtw/Tp-OBVlEr1I/AAAAAAAADCU/QWF9QuUcfME/s1600/photo-728913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665403009879027538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wnZ-cQXtw/Tp-OBVlEr1I/AAAAAAAADCU/QWF9QuUcfME/s320/photo-728913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;preparing for sunday's message while they play the wii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's no place else i'd rather be.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7746331580559276189?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7746331580559276189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/word-study-while-they-wii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7746331580559276189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7746331580559276189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/word-study-while-they-wii.html' title='word study while they wii.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wnZ-cQXtw/Tp-OBVlEr1I/AAAAAAAADCU/QWF9QuUcfME/s72-c/photo-728913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5672748305744878844</id><published>2011-10-10T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:00:03.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>fighting giants, God setting the lonely in family &amp; being lonely no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i can so relate to the israelites right now. after a long season of suffering in egypt and the years of breaking and character building in the wilderness, God had finally brought them into their promise land... and instead of rejoicing....what did they end up doing?!?!&amp;nbsp;they wanted to retreat and go back to where they came from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;im sure they saw the fruits and the potential of the promise land.... but the giants in the land scared the living sh*t out of them. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;know, just like Joshua, i'm facing my promise land at the moment. i know because that is what God whispered in my heart months even before i left LA.&amp;nbsp;that i would be entering my promise land. and it would be a place of rest. but it would also be a place to conquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;He wouldn't have called or provided for me to come out here if it wasn't His will. but even in the call and the provision, right now i'm scared sh*tless. i never thought my heart would&amp;nbsp;feel this way.&amp;nbsp;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; thought seeing my dreams come to pass would be a good thing that would bring me satisfaction.... but&amp;nbsp;2 months into this transition and it has already brought about a lot of fears, tears and issues that i never thought i would have to face right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;for the first 2 months, i wanted&amp;nbsp;nothing more than to go back to Egypt or even the wilderness.... coz &lt;strong&gt;though the promise land has abundant fruit... it also has a lot of giants&lt;/strong&gt;... and some of those giants come with the territory of being in Hawaii and some of those giants are my own personal demons and issues that i have to face. the issues are painful to carry and it's pretty overwhelming when the giants in my heart and giants of the land are teasing and taunting me right in front of my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;i don't wanna fight my giants.&amp;nbsp;i don't wanna fight other people's giants.&amp;nbsp;there are times when&amp;nbsp;i just wanna curl up into a ball and cry.&amp;nbsp;there are times when i&amp;nbsp;just wanna go home to people who know me and love me the the most.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;because here...&amp;nbsp;i really don't know a lot of people and&amp;nbsp;i have to &lt;strong&gt;completely trust in God to be my best friend&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;but God has been completely faithful... because He knows&amp;nbsp;i can't slay those giants alone. He has shown me that &lt;strong&gt;He has&amp;nbsp;orchestrated everything&lt;/strong&gt; so perfectly that even the church i came from and the church i now belong to, along with the people&amp;nbsp;He has surrounded me&amp;nbsp;with was divinely planned. all the people who choose to support and partner with&amp;nbsp;this mission trip and now every person i've met here&amp;nbsp;that He has brought into my life thus far&amp;nbsp;are &lt;em&gt;here for a specific reason and that they were brought about at the right time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and though my family and closest friends&amp;nbsp;are in LA, He is now&amp;nbsp;calling me to build my home where i am right now. no more looking back at egypt. no more looking back in the wilderness.&amp;nbsp;He has commanded&amp;nbsp;me to fight the&amp;nbsp;giants here little by little and call hawaii home.&amp;nbsp;He has chosen to&amp;nbsp;surround me with spiritual family. and the small band of people&amp;nbsp;that He has chosen for me&amp;nbsp;to build with&amp;nbsp;is a force to be reckoned with, just like david's army was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not just spiritual family. He has also chosen to set the lonely in a family, just like He did with ruth. and here in hawaii, i found my naomi. my boaz has finally found me. &lt;strong&gt;i found&amp;nbsp;family here&lt;/strong&gt;. and&lt;strong&gt; i am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/allowing-my-heart-to-feel-again.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lonely no more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"little by little I will drive your enemies&amp;nbsp;out before you, until you have increased enough to take possession of the land." - Exodus 23:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,&amp;nbsp;is God in his holy dwelling. &lt;strong&gt;God sets the lonely in families&lt;/strong&gt;. (ps68:5-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNBYrdy3bW8/Tp8ozaQ_eSI/AAAAAAAADCI/KggmR3xWonE/s320/298726_10150866062170173_796050172_21322993_1183549209_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5672748305744878844?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5672748305744878844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/fighting-giants-god-setting-lonely-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5672748305744878844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5672748305744878844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/fighting-giants-god-setting-lonely-in.html' title='fighting giants, God setting the lonely in family &amp; being lonely no more.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNBYrdy3bW8/Tp8ozaQ_eSI/AAAAAAAADCI/KggmR3xWonE/s72-c/298726_10150866062170173_796050172_21322993_1183549209_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4592933327023038159</id><published>2011-10-09T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:14:07.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>kiss my......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zR8Y4AP7S0/TpFW5-xjcwI/AAAAAAAADCE/OBvyaOmkJ2M/s1600/photo-715093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661401760684798722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zR8Y4AP7S0/TpFW5-xjcwI/AAAAAAAADCE/OBvyaOmkJ2M/s320/photo-715093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....sass. I want this shirt. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-4592933327023038159?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4592933327023038159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/kiss-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4592933327023038159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4592933327023038159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/kiss-my.html' title='kiss my......'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zR8Y4AP7S0/TpFW5-xjcwI/AAAAAAAADCE/OBvyaOmkJ2M/s72-c/photo-715093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7461702323639188601</id><published>2011-10-07T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:00:32.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;since they say that pictures are worth a thousand words... so im&amp;nbsp;bringing back the &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/search/label/365"&gt;pic posts&lt;/a&gt;...(most of them are the pics i post on twitter and instagram) just coz sometimes, there aren't any words to describe my day...plus i really miss posting my &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/search/label/365"&gt;daily pics&lt;/a&gt; on here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_ErVcRx90w/TpCM9iRsesI/AAAAAAAADBs/-8GFOyDydgk/s1600/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_ErVcRx90w/TpCM9iRsesI/AAAAAAAADBs/-8GFOyDydgk/s200/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we likes to eat while dreaming BIG for the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;some good filipino home cookin'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;church staff lunch with P.Lloyd and JC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2wyILZxLSs/TpCM-DwNwkI/AAAAAAAADBw/XcEB-OiC8oc/s1600/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2wyILZxLSs/TpCM-DwNwkI/AAAAAAAADBw/XcEB-OiC8oc/s200/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. - aesop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;must resolve to be kinder with my words and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ3sysdHuXQ/TpCNeMZtdkI/AAAAAAAADB8/zvcvpvxwa60/s1600/photo+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ3sysdHuXQ/TpCNeMZtdkI/AAAAAAAADB8/zvcvpvxwa60/s200/photo+%25289%2529.JPG" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;listening to "mr friend"&amp;nbsp;worshiping&amp;nbsp;God makes my heart smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtKXCa1hRQY/TpCM_bMEzHI/AAAAAAAADB4/ljC9sBTZybA/s1600/photo+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtKXCa1hRQY/TpCM_bMEzHI/AAAAAAAADB4/ljC9sBTZybA/s200/photo+%25288%2529.JPG" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my son finding his heart at home at the GB middle school service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he was so excited when i picked him up, he was singing praise &amp;amp; worship songs out loud! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFTS6PhnX2o/TpCM-uQ4qPI/AAAAAAAADB0/v_dA2LHvGGY/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFTS6PhnX2o/TpCM-uQ4qPI/AAAAAAAADB0/v_dA2LHvGGY/s200/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;watching reel steel.&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/1253739669917745940-7461702323639188601?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7461702323639188601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/worth-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7461702323639188601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7461702323639188601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/worth-thousand-words.html' title='worth a thousand words'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_ErVcRx90w/TpCM9iRsesI/AAAAAAAADBs/-8GFOyDydgk/s72-c/photo+%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5715774673439675517</id><published>2011-10-03T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:01:58.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>allowing my heart to feel again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've been &lt;b&gt;really homesick &lt;/b&gt;the past few days.&lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/outside-looking-in-and-longing-to-be.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my heart is so longing&lt;/a&gt; for the comfort of familiar faces and people who know me the most.... yet it wants to be here, in the middle of the new things that are happening....because right now, although a part of my heart is sad that im not in LA... a part of my heart is the happiest its been in a really, really long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;let's back track for a minute before i get into the nitty gritty of what God has been doing these past 7.5 weeks. (yes, i haven't even been here for 2 months...crazy huh?!?!) sorry for the long a** post. im playing catch up with the words and posts&amp;nbsp;that have been void in this blog for 2 months. anywhoooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i&amp;nbsp;left my family and friends in LA and moved to hawaii with an agenda.&amp;nbsp;a timeline.&amp;nbsp;a plan.&amp;nbsp;i was going to come out to become a missionary here, help the church get back on its feet, reach out to the lost, the hurting and the crazies out here in Hawaii and &lt;em&gt;maybe stay a year or two at the most&lt;/em&gt;...then move on to go out change the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i&amp;nbsp;was in love with the thought of reaching and changing the world for God. I was passionate about being used by God to make a difference in people's lives. all i wanted to do was love God and love people. and I was focused and I was determined to do it &lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;but God had other plans. &lt;strong&gt;He took my agenda, my timeline, my plans and broke them&lt;/strong&gt;... and He decided that He would make me face my &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2011/01/bleeding.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biggest fear ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... all in a span of less than 2 months since I moved here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God knew that He had to take me through the process of moving 2500 miles away from my closest family and friends to feel homesick because i thought i never needed anyone by my side. moving here caused me to be somewhat lonely. not somewhat. &lt;em&gt;i actually felt really lonely&lt;/em&gt;. i felt like i was on the &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/outside-looking-in-and-longing-to-be.html"&gt;outside looking in&lt;/a&gt;. it was a kind of lonely that i never felt before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and though i was excited about living my dream of doing ministry and helping the church... even that wasn't enough to satisfy the empty feeling i had in my heart.&amp;nbsp;the reality of being homesick. the current situation at church and how hard it really is to be a missionary - to change culture and the mindset of people. that, alongside dealing with a child who is extremely homesick as well and is having a hard time finding his place here in hawaii. and having to be sensitive to how other people feel with certain personal issues going on has taken a toll on my heart... and my heart has been heavy. and alone. and behind the smiles and laughter i shared on the outside, &lt;strong&gt;my heart was screaming with sadness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and now i understand why God had allowed that to happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it's because He wanted to get my attention. He wanted for me to understand the concept of learning to need someone... to be at a &amp;nbsp;place to teach myself to be vulnerable and scared. He wanted for me to see that i could not do it by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so God decided to bring him along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i "met" him 6 years ago through email...but i&amp;nbsp;didn't reply back. LOL&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd meet him and real life, or even&amp;nbsp;be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;but God decided to play a funny joke on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&amp;nbsp;happened fast&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too fast for my comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too fast for my liking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe even too fast for other's liking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;it's what i needed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;because He knows i would've probably packed up sooner than expected&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;went back home if&amp;nbsp;the guy didn't come at that moment that he did. he wasn't part of my plan. &lt;strong&gt;he was the last thing i wanted&lt;/strong&gt;. i was so determined on remaining single for the rest of my life. yet God thought otherwise. i resisted it, i cursed it, i ran away from it, i tried to hide. but the more i pushed it away, the more God allowed it to happen.&amp;nbsp;it's almost like God has&amp;nbsp;allowed&amp;nbsp;him&amp;nbsp;to see beyond the words that were being spoken, but instead understand my heart. and my heart is a very complicated thing. when he speaks and shares His prayers to me, it's as if God gives him access to my journal and my most private thoughts. and that freaked me out and it continues to freak me out. but that's how i know that this is God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i thought having a "him" would bring butterflies and flowers and warm fuzzies, just like other people's stories. instead it has opened pandora's box. my own issues and fears are being dealt with. his own issues are being dealt with. my son's issues are being dealt with. there are other people's fears and issues being dealt with as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;a lot of issues. a lot of fears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it has been a messy and extremely emotional 7.5 weeks, but even&amp;nbsp;in the midst of the challenges and the messy, my heart has never felt this happy and content. i always have joy in God, but&amp;nbsp;right now my heart is&amp;nbsp;actually smiling.&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's been&amp;nbsp;about 9 years since i've allowed my heart to feel&lt;/strong&gt;. i've forgotten how it actually feels like to allow someone into your thoughts. i've forgotten how it feel to let someone hold your hand or allow someone to buy simple things for you that make you smile. and now that &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2009/03/door.html"&gt;the door&lt;/a&gt; has been opened, it feels like a part of my heart can actually&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2010/01/2011-one-word.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; again and live again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i sat at the park today and i watched him hang out and play basketball with my son. and i couldn't help but smile and be giddy....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still scared. but i'd rather &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/doing-it-scared.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do it scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; than live bound up&amp;nbsp;in fear for the rest of my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God has taken my biggest fear and has turned it around to be a source of overwhelming joy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; i don't know how this is going to turn out. i have no clue what God has in store... but at this present moment, i couldn't help but be thankful to Him for knowing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oL6HlzQZLo"&gt;better than i&lt;/a&gt;. coz in the middle of being really homesick and missing my loved ones,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;im grateful that He brought someone along the way&amp;nbsp;that could be a potentially be a life long friend...in whom&amp;nbsp;heart&amp;nbsp;can rest and be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxxeFj6DZEs/ToqRcOqETmI/AAAAAAAADBo/a4sZWb7x9WY/s1600/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxxeFj6DZEs/ToqRcOqETmI/AAAAAAAADBo/a4sZWb7x9WY/s1600/photo+%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. - &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20john%204:18&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;1John4:18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1253739669917745940-5715774673439675517?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5715774673439675517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/allowing-my-heart-to-feel-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5715774673439675517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5715774673439675517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/allowing-my-heart-to-feel-again.html' title='allowing my heart to feel again.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxxeFj6DZEs/ToqRcOqETmI/AAAAAAAADBo/a4sZWb7x9WY/s72-c/photo+%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7388002923196465850</id><published>2011-10-01T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:02:24.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily soul food'/><title type='text'>It's all you need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K99XIEbjtOo/ToeA9pmJcoI/AAAAAAAADBk/4O8_nbL_XBs/s1600/photo-722089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658633253440549506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K99XIEbjtOo/ToeA9pmJcoI/AAAAAAAADBk/4O8_nbL_XBs/s320/photo-722089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7388002923196465850?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7388002923196465850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/its-all-you-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7388002923196465850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7388002923196465850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/10/its-all-you-need.html' title='It&apos;s all you need.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K99XIEbjtOo/ToeA9pmJcoI/AAAAAAAADBk/4O8_nbL_XBs/s72-c/photo-722089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1614647018992425722</id><published>2011-09-27T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:12:17.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>On a date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNp-QvUZ3ss/ToJ4geB0eMI/AAAAAAAADBc/RhHiP_kEMqw/s1600/photo-777205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657216581142608066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNp-QvUZ3ss/ToJ4geB0eMI/AAAAAAAADBc/RhHiP_kEMqw/s320/photo-777205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate moo'd with my favorite boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1614647018992425722?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1614647018992425722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/on-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1614647018992425722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1614647018992425722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/on-date.html' title='On a date.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNp-QvUZ3ss/ToJ4geB0eMI/AAAAAAAADBc/RhHiP_kEMqw/s72-c/photo-777205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4074896747805668402</id><published>2011-09-22T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:35:33.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Hiking. Prayer. Pillbox.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFfibnnLZBk/TnvK888eZ2I/AAAAAAAADBU/pIdm8dTO6pc/s1600/photo-730348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655336905594529634" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFfibnnLZBk/TnvK888eZ2I/AAAAAAAADBU/pIdm8dTO6pc/s320/photo-730348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-4074896747805668402?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4074896747805668402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/hiking-prayer-pillbox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4074896747805668402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4074896747805668402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/hiking-prayer-pillbox.html' title='Hiking. Prayer. Pillbox.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFfibnnLZBk/TnvK888eZ2I/AAAAAAAADBU/pIdm8dTO6pc/s72-c/photo-730348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-2637864202370220938</id><published>2011-09-20T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:04:52.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>fear is louder.</title><content type='html'>the fear is louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear is louder and the silence on this page has been deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear is louder in the midst of all the emotions my heart is feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear is louder than the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear is louder than the warm fuzzies and butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear is shouting louder than His promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear is louder than the voices and hearts that are trying to reach out and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear is louder than everything good that's been happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear is louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am paralyzed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bound by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot seem to let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-2637864202370220938?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/2637864202370220938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/fear-is-louder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2637864202370220938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2637864202370220938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/fear-is-louder.html' title='fear is louder.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-9100671325750172359</id><published>2011-09-08T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:36:20.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Extra lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQEGPdx3pfE/TmlSOlWxJcI/AAAAAAAADBM/eMOpb3yGTOY/s1600/photo-777559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650137618012251586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQEGPdx3pfE/TmlSOlWxJcI/AAAAAAAADBM/eMOpb3yGTOY/s320/photo-777559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kiddo is sick today so he gets home made chicken soup &amp;amp; some extra loving. Say a prayer for him if you can. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-9100671325750172359?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/9100671325750172359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/extra-lovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/9100671325750172359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/9100671325750172359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/extra-lovin.html' title='Extra lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQEGPdx3pfE/TmlSOlWxJcI/AAAAAAAADBM/eMOpb3yGTOY/s72-c/photo-777559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-2625446953441409346</id><published>2011-09-07T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T03:08:50.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>God paints.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t77VCSLrAQ4/TmiOrOZHz8I/AAAAAAAADBE/pWYiUnOI2xE/s1600/photo-715484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649922605785272258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t77VCSLrAQ4/TmiOrOZHz8I/AAAAAAAADBE/pWYiUnOI2xE/s320/photo-715484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my personal favorite things to do to remind me of God's love is to look up at the sky each time the sun sets (or if I'm up early enough... when the sun rises). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I'm looking, I imagine that God is painting the sky for me alone so I can appreciate and enjoy His work of art. His masterpiece in the sky varies day by day just so I have something new to look at. I seriously think I'm His favorite and have no qualms in my head about it. I realized it to be more true when He asked me to move here in the islands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sunsets here in Hawaii are breathtakingly beautiful. the sky is filled with hues of orange and pink, yellow, blue, red and gray. Man, God sure does know how to show off and impress my heart coz each day I am enamored by His ability to make my heart smile with the littlest things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-2625446953441409346?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/2625446953441409346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/god-paints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2625446953441409346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2625446953441409346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/god-paints.html' title='God paints.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t77VCSLrAQ4/TmiOrOZHz8I/AAAAAAAADBE/pWYiUnOI2xE/s72-c/photo-715484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3277437474207610319</id><published>2011-09-04T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:12:48.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><title type='text'>what do you want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You ask me "&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=mark%2010:%2051-52&amp;amp;version=MSG"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;what do you want me to do for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I said i long for my eyes to be opened to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the beauty in the ashes of my bound up heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the beauty of Your desire for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To trust fully and to be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You said "&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%2012:1-13&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hold out your heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" so that I may begin to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I looked at my heart, all bent up and deformed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The heart that has been crippled by fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bound by rejection. Toughened by circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why would You want a heart like this, My God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You've asked me to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2009/03/door.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;open the door&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that i've tried so hard to close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You've asked me to tear down the walls i've built for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You've asked me to trust this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2011/01/bleeding.html"&gt;bleeding heart&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Your Hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You've asked me to burst the bubble of self-protection that i have built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Though i try to resist, Your love pulls me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Though i try to run away, Your voice lures my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like a magnet, I keep on coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deeper and deeper, as i rest in Your embrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In Your arms, I know my heart is safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the shadow of your wings, I have found solace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every gentle Word You speak chips away at the walls i've tried so hard to build.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every stroke of Your hand eases the muscles of my constricting heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your smile alone has enough power for me to let go of the grasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the grasp on &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2009/03/door.html"&gt;the door&lt;/a&gt; i've held on to for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Take my whole heart God, it's&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;Yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am choosing to trust You, despite the unseen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am choosing to do it scared&lt;/b&gt;, even if im completely terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am choosing to &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2010/01/2011-one-word.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;believe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, even when everything in me wants to doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am choosing to live free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;because i know it is for freedom that You came,&amp;nbsp;so that i may be set free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3277437474207610319?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3277437474207610319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/what-do-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3277437474207610319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3277437474207610319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/what-do-you-want.html' title='what do you want?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4639331735287202178</id><published>2011-09-02T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:48:49.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 480px;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/09/02/051091b19f0d437c902d81f24eb18bc1_6.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgb(136, 136, 136) 0px 0px 10px; box-shadow: rgb(136, 136, 136) 0px 0px 10px; margin-bottom: 0.4em;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/L-1Jl/" style="color: #2f79c2; font-size: 0.6em; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none;"&gt;view full image&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;"Laundry ... Coz people in Hawaii still do actually hang their laundry outdoors #808update" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-4639331735287202178?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4639331735287202178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/patricia-r-shared-instagram-photo-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4639331735287202178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4639331735287202178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/09/patricia-r-shared-instagram-photo-with.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1742590594401784190</id><published>2011-08-30T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:06:10.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>favorite spot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have found my favorite spot.&amp;nbsp;in every house and home i've moved to....i always find a spot that i like the most and i make that my favorite spot.&amp;nbsp;i've only been here for 3 weeks and i already know that this spot is it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i even got in touch with my inner green thumb and took my chance to plant succulents. i hope that the fact that it drizzles here constantly will help these plants to live (coz my plants usually die on me).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0gVLghSsnw/TlyKTBZ1SGI/AAAAAAAADAo/IrIi6rCdqWI/s1600/Camera+Effects+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0gVLghSsnw/TlyKTBZ1SGI/AAAAAAAADAo/IrIi6rCdqWI/s200/Camera+Effects+%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXX_ebfdUuQ/TlyKlxBBT4I/AAAAAAAADAw/A7tL8KnQ4Hc/s1600/Camera+Effects+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXX_ebfdUuQ/TlyKlxBBT4I/AAAAAAAADAw/A7tL8KnQ4Hc/s200/Camera+Effects+%25283%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHCsbHF3qgM/TlyKT13Fp3I/AAAAAAAADAs/WvdHTIk9Rvc/s1600/Camera+Effects+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHCsbHF3qgM/TlyKT13Fp3I/AAAAAAAADAs/WvdHTIk9Rvc/s200/Camera+Effects+%25282%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so yeah...this is my favorite spot. i sit here in the darkness sometimes and wait for the dawn to come. i love seeing the sun slowly shine and bring life to a darkened sky. or i'll sit here during dusk as the sun tries to kiss the sky one more time before it sets and it leaves the sky blushing with tones of orange and red and pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0FCaHGwiZg/TlyCa69K9xI/AAAAAAAADAk/t5fP2mRFvBA/s1600/Camera+Effects.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0FCaHGwiZg/TlyCa69K9xI/AAAAAAAADAk/t5fP2mRFvBA/s200/Camera+Effects.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;or sometimes (especially on nights like tonight), i'll sit here in the dark...and enjoy the sound of the pitter patter of the raindrops as it falls on the roof while i drink my tea and pray or contemplate about nothingness and/or everythingness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the covered patio creates a wind tunnel so there's always wind that's gently blowing and touching my face.&amp;nbsp;and most of the time, unless i call attention to myself...no one really sees me sit here.&amp;nbsp;i like the idea that i have a favorite spot to be alone with God. i need to invest in a hammock....or maybe a super loungy rocking chair. that will make this spot even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've realized that even if i'm an uber-extrovert...the inner introvert in me is slowly making it's way out. i actually crave and love these alone times. oh my gosh...i think im getting old. =( im no fun anymore! ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1742590594401784190?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1742590594401784190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/favorite-spot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1742590594401784190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1742590594401784190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/favorite-spot.html' title='favorite spot.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0gVLghSsnw/TlyKTBZ1SGI/AAAAAAAADAo/IrIi6rCdqWI/s72-c/Camera+Effects+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3487333174053719538</id><published>2011-08-27T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:19:42.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>outside looking in and longing to be known.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;right now, everything around me is new. new relationships are being built. new locations are being explored. new words are being learned. there are new faces to know. new expressions to be studied. new attitudes to overcome.&amp;nbsp;new quirks to try and understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything is new.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i remember this feeling all too well.... when i was younger, our family constantly moved. we migrated from the philippines to san francisco then back to manila and back to LA again in a span of 15 years.&amp;nbsp;and now i get to re-live it all over again&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(minus sisters who know you the most).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;except now, im surrounded by unfamiliarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it kinda gets awkward sometimes when you're in a place where everyone else around you knows each other really well and you and your son are the ones who are on the &lt;strong&gt;"outside" looking in&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;don't get me wrong, everyone here has been really sweet and welcoming and i love the hearts of the people that God has surrounded me with. i network with people easily because im a super extroverted social butterfly so it's not hard for me to make friends, but even&amp;nbsp;with that uncanny ability, my heart still realizes how much everything is unfamiliar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treading into a new territory can often be intimidating and sometimes tiring, just because you really don't know how to "be" just yet. and &lt;strong&gt;sometimes your heart longs for the familiar and the known coz there is comfort there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you try to look for the face of the person that knows you so well that they know how to read your face, your expressions and the meaning behind your tone of voice, but it's not there and you're left with an inside joke with no one to laugh or share it with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've realized that the only way that the unfamiliar will become familiar is through time plus how much one decides to let others in. and i know given more time, my extroverted heart will find a home within the people here and i wont be on the outside looking in anymore. but right now, i'm peeking through windows and im learning to embrace this feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;im guessing this is part of the feeling of being a missionary. or maybe this is something new that God is doing inside of me. i've never, ever felt this way before so this is extremely new to me. i've always been&amp;nbsp;surrounded&amp;nbsp;by people who "know me" so this is the first time my heart has ever felt this kind of emotion. some people might call this feeling &lt;strong&gt;being lonely&lt;/strong&gt;. i call it &lt;strong&gt;longing to be known.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;im thankful though, that even in the midst of this, the One who knows me the most is always with me wherever i go. my Maker is my Best Friend and i can rest knowing that my heart is safe in His hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3487333174053719538?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3487333174053719538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/outside-looking-in-and-longing-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3487333174053719538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3487333174053719538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/outside-looking-in-and-longing-to-be.html' title='outside looking in and longing to be known.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-136039902610352151</id><published>2011-08-26T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:22:16.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xc77mqSYIs/TliT9-JMGxI/AAAAAAAADAg/dAXQOTZ2CSE/s1600/Camera%2BEffects-795532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645424825771760402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xc77mqSYIs/TliT9-JMGxI/AAAAAAAADAg/dAXQOTZ2CSE/s320/Camera%2BEffects-795532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday, Food, Friends and a lil bit of moscato &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-136039902610352151?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/136039902610352151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/tgif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/136039902610352151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/136039902610352151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xc77mqSYIs/TliT9-JMGxI/AAAAAAAADAg/dAXQOTZ2CSE/s72-c/Camera%2BEffects-795532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3007724161495271313</id><published>2011-08-24T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:35:14.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>finding 'home' in happiest place in the US.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today marks the 2nd week that we have been here in hawaii. this past month has been a crazy whirlwhind adventure or sorts and today was the only day i actually was able to find the time to just "be" in front of the computer. i miss writing my heart out like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;to those of you that care to know, hawaii has been treating me and my son really well. though leaving family was hard for us, it wasn't hard to transition our hearts to begin to call hawaii home. it's as if God has supernatually taken our hearts and grafted it into the hearts of the people and the church automatically. that is nothing short of His grace, because we all know that transitions are usually hard emotionally, especially the first few&amp;nbsp;months of moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the people in the church welcomed us with open arms. some of them had worked so hard on the renovations to be able to get&amp;nbsp;"home" ready for christian and i and for that we are so thankful. if you haven't already read on twitter or&amp;nbsp;FB updates...&amp;nbsp;i'll say it again here... this is actually the 1st time in 11 years that i am finally going to have my own room and my son has&amp;nbsp;his own room too. HALLELU.&amp;nbsp;i am seriously loving it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the people here are so much nicer. seriously.&amp;nbsp; everyone hugs you when they meet you and&amp;nbsp;they are always smiling.&amp;nbsp;it's kinda akward when im meeting&amp;nbsp;someone for the first time and i bust out my&amp;nbsp;"LA-nice-to-meet-you-handshake" and they come to&amp;nbsp;me with arms wide open and give me a big hug instead.&amp;nbsp;it reminds me so much of the philippines...i guess it's coz almost everyone and their mom here is asian (or part asian).&amp;nbsp;i didn't realize how much of LA has jaded me to become distant and kinda cold instead of being welcoming and friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but the people here drive HELLA SLOW (i swear they drive like turtles). and they actually let other people pass in front of them and they even wave at each other when they do. WHERE DO THEY DO THAT AT?!? only in hawaii. LOL actually people here just don't drive hella slow... the life here is slow. it's almost like they move in their own pace. in LA everyone is always "on the go"... here people take the time to actually breathe. and hang out. and talk to other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;also, everythaaaaang is expensive out here. f'realz. everytime i shop at target/walmart/kmart/grocery my eyes look like this O_o coz of the high prices of everything. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;they eat rice with almost everything and they love them some spam.&amp;nbsp;they say "da kine" A LOT. the women here wear some big tattoos (not just tramp stamps i tell ya... they wear some sleeve tattoos or leg tattoos) the mixed kids are beautiful. almost everyone is brown here (so there goes my&amp;nbsp;dreams to have blazian babies one day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;funny thing is...recent &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/15673-happiest-states-2011-gallup.html"&gt;gallup survey says that hawaii is actually the happiest state in the US&lt;/a&gt;. (it's actually been the happiest state&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;years in a row). i think it's so ironic that God would choose to move me out here. as if being a happy and crazy&amp;nbsp;person in LA wasn't&amp;nbsp;enough already... He wanted to make sure that&amp;nbsp;my son and&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;would settle in a very happy place and call that place home. i swear i love being His favorite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my heart is truly happy indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3007724161495271313?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3007724161495271313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/finding-home-in-happiest-place-in-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3007724161495271313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3007724161495271313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/finding-home-in-happiest-place-in-us.html' title='finding &apos;home&apos; in happiest place in the US.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-6870983365174137636</id><published>2011-08-20T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:02:46.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>Sand, weddings &amp; rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5RHyybO2U8/Tk-ASvjHsgI/AAAAAAAADAY/lP42D4xBQWg/s1600/IMG_20110819_145600-734171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642869917608292866" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5RHyybO2U8/Tk-ASvjHsgI/AAAAAAAADAY/lP42D4xBQWg/s320/IMG_20110819_145600-734171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. :) sand on my toes and hanging out with friends. My day is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off I spent this rainy night watching the wedding singer. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving this Sabbath day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-6870983365174137636?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/6870983365174137636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/sand-weddings-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6870983365174137636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6870983365174137636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/sand-weddings-rain.html' title='Sand, weddings &amp; rain.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5RHyybO2U8/Tk-ASvjHsgI/AAAAAAAADAY/lP42D4xBQWg/s72-c/IMG_20110819_145600-734171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7753718656768870028</id><published>2011-08-18T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:19:52.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>milk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfHlAya_PkI/TkzXf88HHRI/AAAAAAAADAQ/QHjiM46y0-s/s1600/IMG_20110817_125658-750347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642121377122557202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfHlAya_PkI/TkzXf88HHRI/AAAAAAAADAQ/QHjiM46y0-s/s320/IMG_20110817_125658-750347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Milk is supposed to do a body good but with the price of milk per gallon here in Hawaii.... it's better to be lactose intolerant. Lol!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhh...the price people pay to live in paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7753718656768870028?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7753718656768870028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7753718656768870028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7753718656768870028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/milk.html' title='milk.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfHlAya_PkI/TkzXf88HHRI/AAAAAAAADAQ/QHjiM46y0-s/s72-c/IMG_20110817_125658-750347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5450108067105846301</id><published>2011-08-16T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:35:54.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Pick up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0k1QUxb5MAY/TktI3Zn-kmI/AAAAAAAADAI/dYXIq8800po/s1600/Camera%2BEffects-700764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641683074820248162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0k1QUxb5MAY/TktI3Zn-kmI/AAAAAAAADAI/dYXIq8800po/s320/Camera%2BEffects-700764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't ridden in the back of a pick up truck in a really long time :) I swear Hawaii is just like the Philippines... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5450108067105846301?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0k1QUxb5MAY/TktI3Zn-kmI/AAAAAAAADAI/dYXIq8800po/s72-c/Camera%2BEffects-700764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4633581962889506378</id><published>2011-08-10T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:00:36.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Last day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPMIKouEDbo/TkItTMfZJ9I/AAAAAAAADAA/MlGeZlVQLjE/s1600/IMG_20110809_155558-718402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639119491214944210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPMIKouEDbo/TkItTMfZJ9I/AAAAAAAADAA/MlGeZlVQLjE/s320/IMG_20110809_155558-718402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent time with the family today. Right now I'm just loving on my dog @bambamroa coz I'm really gonna miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So happy a couple of Christian's friends came by to say goodbye to him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Los Angeles... we're really gonna miss u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-4633581962889506378?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4633581962889506378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4633581962889506378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4633581962889506378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/last-day.html' title='Last day.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPMIKouEDbo/TkItTMfZJ9I/AAAAAAAADAA/MlGeZlVQLjE/s72-c/IMG_20110809_155558-718402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-901941033885494817</id><published>2011-08-06T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:01:32.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy feet, happy heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5goiraeS_QY/Tj45uUgf-fI/AAAAAAAAC_w/vMJjOzAYSZk/s1600/IMG_20110806_102937-755956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638007251456227826" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5goiraeS_QY/Tj45uUgf-fI/AAAAAAAAC_w/vMJjOzAYSZk/s320/IMG_20110806_102937-755956.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLXAgscXF10/Tj45u7hmTfI/AAAAAAAAC_4/GQHNZW1OZrk/s1600/Camera%2BEffects-758483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638007261929819634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLXAgscXF10/Tj45u7hmTfI/AAAAAAAAC_4/GQHNZW1OZrk/s320/Camera%2BEffects-758483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I spent time with my family hiking Runyon canyon, getting a foot massage, having a date with my sister B at Starbucks and a date with my mom at IKEA. Happiness is seeing the 2012 IKEA catalog ;) and spending time with the fambam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I went home and finished packing and hung out with my other sis C and her husband R.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its getting harder to write my thoughts and feelings about this move. Though I am very excited about moving, I know I am saying goodbye to a season of my life so my emotions are all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im really gonna miss a lot of people here but im especially gonna my sisters. It breaks my heart when they hug me and they cry at the thought of not seeing me and their nephew. :/&amp;nbsp; *sigh* why can't we ALL just move to hawaii together ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-901941033885494817?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/901941033885494817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/happy-feet-happy-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/901941033885494817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/901941033885494817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/happy-feet-happy-heart.html' title='Happy feet, happy heart.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5goiraeS_QY/Tj45uUgf-fI/AAAAAAAAC_w/vMJjOzAYSZk/s72-c/IMG_20110806_102937-755956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7674492957640586026</id><published>2011-08-03T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:53:51.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 8 days to Hawaii &amp; forever friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8 days to go. Had no car today so I stayed home and packed the whole  day. Well not really the whole day... I packed a few hours in the  morning and when it got too hot in the garage, I went back inside and  watched shark week and real housewives of new Jersey reruns. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When my sis came home from work we went out on a date to yogurtland. The  line was ridiculously long coz apparently the cups were decorated with  Hello Kitty / Sanrio characters. How fun!!! Ofcourse I got my taro with  mochi. yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1oVLUhWfOU/Tjo8CdzP2QI/AAAAAAAAC_U/oVLNoHE3tu8/s1600/IMG_20110803_212239-704301.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636883896664578306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1oVLUhWfOU/Tjo8CdzP2QI/AAAAAAAAC_U/oVLNoHE3tu8/s320/IMG_20110803_212239-704301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiXJy6cwqXQ/Tjo8CkhMobI/AAAAAAAAC_c/S5B_5Q1sbkY/s1600/IMG_20110803_211524-705831.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636883898467918258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiXJy6cwqXQ/Tjo8CkhMobI/AAAAAAAAC_c/S5B_5Q1sbkY/s320/IMG_20110803_211524-705831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love spending time with my baby sister C. She's been my best friend for 30 years (since she stole my thunder when she was born 30 years ago). She's the one person who knows me best. I think not having her around (as with my other sisters) is the thing that will make this hawaii trip a hard one in my heart (family wise). She is my friend forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im so excited to see her become a mom!!! She's gonna be a great mommy to my nephew for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7674492957640586026?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7674492957640586026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/countdown-8-days-to-hawaii-forever_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7674492957640586026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7674492957640586026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/countdown-8-days-to-hawaii-forever_03.html' title='Countdown: 8 days to Hawaii &amp; forever friends.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1oVLUhWfOU/Tjo8CdzP2QI/AAAAAAAAC_U/oVLNoHE3tu8/s72-c/IMG_20110803_212239-704301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1086230438609110454</id><published>2011-08-03T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:01:13.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 9 more days - pizookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJMIwWz_7vg/Tjj9gE2yOtI/AAAAAAAAC-8/SrFMKMAmy_4/s1600/IMG_20110802_212344-757859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636533661155343058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJMIwWz_7vg/Tjj9gE2yOtI/AAAAAAAAC-8/SrFMKMAmy_4/s320/IMG_20110802_212344-757859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love me some pizookies from BJs. I know I'm gonna miss this for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks Carol for the pizzookie. Its always great hanging out with you! See you in a few months ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1086230438609110454?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1086230438609110454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/countdown-9-more-days-pizookies_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1086230438609110454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1086230438609110454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/countdown-9-more-days-pizookies_03.html' title='Countdown: 9 more days - pizookies'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJMIwWz_7vg/Tjj9gE2yOtI/AAAAAAAAC-8/SrFMKMAmy_4/s72-c/IMG_20110802_212344-757859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-873454805806404909</id><published>2011-08-01T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T00:19:14.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 11 days - blessings, goodbyes and spiritual family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEuFZfR9UA8/TjZTdJEo93I/AAAAAAAAC-c/c-KxNdlsbC0/s1600/IMG_20110731_112740-754232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEuFZfR9UA8/TjZTdJEo93I/AAAAAAAAC-c/c-KxNdlsbC0/s320/IMG_20110731_112740-754232.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635783743817447282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr01sVu9Lb8/TjZTdv6EqPI/AAAAAAAAC-k/S19sSlDMiCA/s1600/IMG_20110731_111735-757241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr01sVu9Lb8/TjZTdv6EqPI/AAAAAAAAC-k/S19sSlDMiCA/s320/IMG_20110731_111735-757241.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635783754242107634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9YWlCsjTrg/TjZTeQRXG5I/AAAAAAAAC-s/vVfqf4G6QWA/s1600/IMG_20110731_115007-759626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9YWlCsjTrg/TjZTeQRXG5I/AAAAAAAAC-s/vVfqf4G6QWA/s320/IMG_20110731_115007-759626.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635783762929720210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Countdown: 11 days before we leave. Today was our last Sunday to attend our LA church (next weekend is family weekend) and it was very emotional for me and my son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This has been our home church for the past 8.5 years. It was in this church that I grew and matured as a Christian. It was in this church that I learned how to serve, teach, pray, encourage. It was in this church that I was launched into leadership. It was in this church that my dreams began to grow as i started walking out the initial process of my dreams to teach God&amp;#39;s Word and counsel women.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most importantly, it was in this church where I learned the meaning and importance of spiritual family. You see, just like in blood family, spiritual family has its good seasons and bad seasons, its up and downs. For the past 8.5 years this church has seen its share of good and bad and joys and tears ... and i&amp;#39;m glad I listened to God&amp;#39;s voice to stick it through with this spiritual family no matter what happened. And trust me this church has been through A LOT and a lot of people have come out victorious! And I&amp;#39;m proud of the people who have stuck it through aand have grown through the seasons. These people have literally become like family to me and my son. My son practically grew up in this church house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have received love and care from so many people in the church. They were there when we were homeless and they gave us a roof over our head. They were there when we had no cars and i received 4 free cars. When I had no money, people would treat me out to eat and buy my son things he needed/wanted. When we were going through a rough time, this spiritual family prayed for us, supported me and my son and rallied around us to encourage us to hold on no matter how rough it got. They watched God take me through the season of wildnerness for years and years and they saw God open miraculous doors for me for this next season of my life. In fact, the members of this church are my biggest givers and sowers for my mission trip and ministry in Hawaii. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The people of this church are very excited to bless the church in Hawaii by sowing not only their friend but also their finances to send me and my son out there. I am forever grateful and thankful that God surrounded me and my son with loving faithful people and friends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, the leaders and elders prayed for me and my son to send us off to our mission trip. They covered us in prayer and assured us that they have our backs in prayer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That is big for me.... because as I had previously mentioned in my other post, I really believe that it&amp;#39;s as important to end seasons gracefully because it speaks volumes on how you will begin a new season. And I&amp;#39;m so glad I have the blessing of my spiritual family, my leaders and pastors as my son and I venture into the next season of our lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;** side note: I was THE FIRST PERSON that received prayer on our new auditorium/stage. The same stage I took a picture of last January when I said I will preach there one day as the stage was being built. I love that I got first dibs on that stage! :) ha! **&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-873454805806404909?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/873454805806404909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/countdown-11-days-blessings-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/873454805806404909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/873454805806404909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/08/countdown-11-days-blessings-goodbyes.html' title='Countdown: 11 days - blessings, goodbyes and spiritual family.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEuFZfR9UA8/TjZTdJEo93I/AAAAAAAAC-c/c-KxNdlsbC0/s72-c/IMG_20110731_112740-754232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7625311263720511735</id><published>2011-07-30T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:32:22.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 12 days to Hawaii - kiddos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC7-FdAx8D4/TjTMx3TTPpI/AAAAAAAAC-U/r1qWBAEcMww/s1600/Camera%2BEffects-742889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC7-FdAx8D4/TjTMx3TTPpI/AAAAAAAAC-U/r1qWBAEcMww/s320/Camera%2BEffects-742889.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635354190777892498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My baby sister has been sleeping over our place this past week now.she says she plans to sleep over every day and spend time with us until we leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last night she was telling me how much she was gonna miss her nephew (my son). She couldnt help but cry at the thought of not being able to play with him or have him over all the time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This ofcourse made me cry too. Accckkk the reality of leaving family is becoming more real now. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*tears*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dear God, only You know why I have to move and be far away from my sisters. I trust that you will make the transition easy for us. I entrust my baby sisters to you. I know you&amp;#39;re going to take care of them and you&amp;#39;re going to take care of us. Thank you so much for Skype.  Love, Patricia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7625311263720511735?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7625311263720511735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-12-days-to-hawaii-kiddos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7625311263720511735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7625311263720511735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-12-days-to-hawaii-kiddos.html' title='Countdown: 12 days to Hawaii - kiddos.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC7-FdAx8D4/TjTMx3TTPpI/AAAAAAAAC-U/r1qWBAEcMww/s72-c/Camera%2BEffects-742889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1278301107981071870</id><published>2011-07-29T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T20:17:16.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 13 days to Hawaii - family time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Countdown: 13 more days to Hawaii. Me and my sister went out on a date to watch captain America and my other sister took my son out on a date to watch Harry Potter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;spending time with family always makes my heart smile. Well that and hot superheros. Lol!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1278301107981071870?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1278301107981071870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-13-days-to-hawaii-family-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1278301107981071870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1278301107981071870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-13-days-to-hawaii-family-time.html' title='Countdown: 13 days to Hawaii - family time.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5796094058575438384</id><published>2011-07-28T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:50:56.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty'/><title type='text'>countdown: 14 days to hawaii - reeking sweat and garlic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;countdown: 14 days to hawaii. spent the day packing. it was hot as heck in the garage and i was sweating like a pig but me and my son got&amp;nbsp;4 boxes down - packed and sealed - and now i have 3 more boxes to go!!! woohoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i reek sweat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--imY5-j4CJQ/TjNUOMyiI4I/AAAAAAAAC-M/L5q0ZJqUB9Q/s1600/358260953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--imY5-j4CJQ/TjNUOMyiI4I/AAAAAAAAC-M/L5q0ZJqUB9Q/s320/358260953.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;THEN.... i had dinner&amp;nbsp;(don't worry i took a shower first before i went)&amp;nbsp;with really great friends of mine... a couple who has inspired me and supported me and my dreams all through out this time... i absolutely love them. they brought me to the stinking rose in beverly hills coz they heard i have never been....and OH MY GOODNESS...the food was deeeeelish... (except for the garlic ice cream). i am definitely going again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Che2aJQbBZk/TjNRZQDW-bI/AAAAAAAAC98/Lo6slTtCUcI/s1600/IMG_20110728_193321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Che2aJQbBZk/TjNRZQDW-bI/AAAAAAAAC98/Lo6slTtCUcI/s320/IMG_20110728_193321.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30ICiMA9nJM/TjNRm8rfXKI/AAAAAAAAC-A/ezRhCjfKsV8/s1600/IMG_20110728_195828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30ICiMA9nJM/TjNRm8rfXKI/AAAAAAAAC-A/ezRhCjfKsV8/s320/IMG_20110728_195828.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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We had dinner with my ex boss. (I've been eating so much I'be gained weight again!) Anywhoo I love that my ex-boss invited me and my son out to eat a late dinner and she and her niece even gave us financial donations to help with our move and our missions trip. She even said that God forbid, if things don't work out in Hawaii, I'm always welcome to come work for her again.... and she even told me that she was gonna come and visit me and my son :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This put a smile on my face because I love ending seasons properly. I love that i can use my boss as a reference and that we still have a relationship outside of the office. I value my integrity highly and I never like to burn bridges or end seasons with a bitter taste in my mouth and in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left work properly and Im leaving my church properly with blessings from figures of authority in my life as well as loved ones (parents, pastors, my boss, family, friends).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've heard it once said that "how you end a season speaks volumes on how you will begin a new season of your life".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im glad (with God's grace) that I chose to do make this decision the right way...&amp;nbsp; with proper prayer covering and support. It means so much to us that we have the blessings of those around us for this next season. We feel like this will propel us to do even greater things for God since we have the support of those we love and care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-829244167737873811?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/829244167737873811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-15-days-to-hawaii-and-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/829244167737873811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/829244167737873811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-15-days-to-hawaii-and-ending.html' title='Countdown: 15 days to Hawaii and ending seasons properly.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4577255751926189035</id><published>2011-07-23T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:07:44.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>countdown: 19 days to Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;countdown: 19 days to hawaii. my farewell / fundraiser party. THANK YOU to everyone who made it out to the party and to everyone who donated $.. a big thank you to you. the money will be going to mine and christian's "furniture and appliances and house stuff and grocey fund" as soon as we get out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ya'll made me and christian feel really special and loved. special thanks to my smallgroup who brought food for the party and &amp;nbsp;BIG thank you to carol, christie, rosie, cathy and my mom for setting up the place &amp;nbsp;and the levy's for hosting the party. congratulations to those of you who won the prizes...especially to kelly who won the tiffany ring. HOLLA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i only had my phone camera (my camera is broken) so i don't have much pics of the party. if you have pics...please send em my way. thanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IUz3ZNTT4iM/TjGjMyy7-iI/AAAAAAAAC9o/GWAsdhg2PvE/s1600/IMG_20110723_161313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IUz3ZNTT4iM/TjGjMyy7-iI/AAAAAAAAC9o/GWAsdhg2PvE/s320/IMG_20110723_161313.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7447169299178990586</id><published>2011-07-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:53:42.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>countdown: 20 days to hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;countdown: 20 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my body is sore from all those roller coaster rides...i think i spoke to soon. maybe im not young enough to enjoy those rides after all ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;spent the day PACKING and PACKING and PACKING some more. how fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7447169299178990586?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7447169299178990586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-20-days-to-hawaii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7447169299178990586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7447169299178990586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-20-days-to-hawaii.html' title='countdown: 20 days to hawaii'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-693363083488502273</id><published>2011-07-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:42:56.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>countdown: 21 days to hawaii and coasters.</title><content type='html'>countdown: 21 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="goog_916527764"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_916527765"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today my superman turns eleven. and we celebrated his birthday here.....&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30ourzJp5ik/TjGfBpzKBHI/AAAAAAAAC9g/6DAZHnh1oG4/s1600/six+flags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30ourzJp5ik/TjGfBpzKBHI/AAAAAAAAC9g/6DAZHnh1oG4/s320/six+flags.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he was tall enough to ride ALL the rides... so that he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and i could still rock the coasters... hands up and everything ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i love being able to be "young" enough to still enjoy these things with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;instead of sitting and waiting for them while they have all the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erD6C7sDdDQ/TjGfCSd-O-I/AAAAAAAAC9k/eAQOnTfwuss/s1600/superman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erD6C7sDdDQ/TjGfCSd-O-I/AAAAAAAAC9k/eAQOnTfwuss/s320/superman.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;magic mountain conquered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-693363083488502273?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/693363083488502273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-21-days-to-hawaii-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/693363083488502273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/693363083488502273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-21-days-to-hawaii-and.html' title='countdown: 21 days to hawaii and coasters.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30ourzJp5ik/TjGfBpzKBHI/AAAAAAAAC9g/6DAZHnh1oG4/s72-c/six+flags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7781062907820738744</id><published>2011-07-20T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:34:05.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>countdown: 22 days to hawaii and divorce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;countdown: 22 days to hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today i spent $1074.00 to ship my car out to the islands. i had to remind myself WHY i was moving 2500 miles away before i clicked "pay". that amount could have already been my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/article/build-an-emergency-fund-fast/lifeandmoney_saving/"&gt;dave ramsey emergency fund money&lt;/a&gt;!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had to remind myself that obedience always has a price. sometimes the price is leaving loved ones... and sometimes it's a monetary price. im excited though, coz it means that God is going to have to provide&amp;nbsp;miraculously&amp;nbsp;for more finances to come in =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today was also my parent's final court hearing for their divorce. i absolutely hate the word &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2010/02/words.html"&gt;DIVORCE&lt;/a&gt;. this was my mom's second divorce... and you would think that because im 30+ years old, it wouldn't affect me that much.... but it did. you see, my parents' marriage was probably one of the most unhealthiest marriages ever. it was built on adultery, lies, abuse,&amp;nbsp;manipulation, and pride from both sides of the party. but even in the chaos that was their marriage... it still represented family. my family. and it's in that family that partly shaped me to be who i am today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and today, that season "officialy" ends. divorce represents death. i once wrote about seeing&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2010/10/beauty-in-death.html"&gt;beauty in death&lt;/a&gt;. today i am fighting hard to see the beauty in this...because no matter how ugly their marriage was and no matter how painful the memories were for us children growing up in a home that was extremely dysfunctional... divorce only means the end of a season in our lives and an end of a 21 year relationship and friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1253739669917745940-7781062907820738744?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7781062907820738744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-22-days-to-hawaii-and-divorce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7781062907820738744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7781062907820738744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-22-days-to-hawaii-and-divorce.html' title='countdown: 22 days to hawaii and divorce.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5649993682801602222</id><published>2011-07-19T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:02:39.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 23 days to hawaii &amp; a picture that says it all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E53u_DIEyfg/TiYxQt1adtI/AAAAAAAAC9c/r4cNGGgPUIw/s1600/Camera%2BEffects-726253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631242547324679890" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E53u_DIEyfg/TiYxQt1adtI/AAAAAAAAC9c/r4cNGGgPUIw/s320/Camera%2BEffects-726253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Countdown: 26 days and this picture SAYS IT ALL.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Jesus, please take the wheel and please send me an angel who will sort and weed through our stuff and pack for me. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5649993682801602222?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5649993682801602222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-23-days-to-hawaii-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5649993682801602222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5649993682801602222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-23-days-to-hawaii-picture.html' title='Countdown: 23 days to hawaii &amp; a picture that says it all.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E53u_DIEyfg/TiYxQt1adtI/AAAAAAAAC9c/r4cNGGgPUIw/s72-c/Camera%2BEffects-726253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1955172175861519403</id><published>2011-07-18T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:24:48.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 24 days to Hawaii and allowing myself to cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Countdown: 24 days to Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I cried about leaving for the first time. I had just come from watching a DVD from my papa's house and bringing my son to his friend's house to sleep over. I was alone in my car and was taking the time to pray about a few things when I suddenly found myself in tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried to stop it, but it just flowed. I was talking to God and sharing my heart to Him about how sad I feel about leaving family and close friends behind. I am excited for this next season and I can't wait to do what God has called and designed for me to do.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but at that moment, I had to allow myself to cry. Sometimes doing&amp;nbsp; God's will requires for us to sacrifice things we love the most.... in this case, it's being away from my sisters and my best friends.And ya'll have no clue how close I am with my sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oy vey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm an emotional mess right now. I think it's the hormones. It's PMS galore. Someone pass me some chocolates and ice cream please. (See: &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2008/11/vs-5-pms.html"&gt;http://www.ricianne.com/2008/11/vs-5-pms.html&lt;/a&gt; for more info) please check back on me tomorrow to make sure I haven't gained 20lbs. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1955172175861519403?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1955172175861519403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-24-days-to-hawaii-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1955172175861519403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1955172175861519403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-24-days-to-hawaii-and.html' title='Countdown: 24 days to Hawaii and allowing myself to cry.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5650937559880548799</id><published>2011-07-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:25:34.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>countdown: 25 days to hawaii and unity in a broken body.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;countdown: 25 days to hawaii. clock is ticktocking. i've been gone for the past 2 weeks trying to raise support so i haven't been to church... i went today and some people looked at me as if to say&lt;i&gt;"what you're still here?!?!" &lt;/i&gt;someone even thought i had already left. wow. obviously they aren't blog readers/ &amp;amp; or twitter friends. HA! i swear sometimes strangers on twitter know more about my life than my "real" friends.&amp;nbsp;doink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today the message at church was unity. using ephesians 4:1-10 as a scripture basis, the speaker made a point to drive in unity within the church. i loved that message, because i think it's so vital for the church to grasp this message. it's even MORE VITAL that the whole body of Christ absolutely gets this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the body of Christ is so broken. it breaks my heart to see so many churches ripping other churches apart, just because they aren't part of the same ministry. it hurts me when i hear pastors talk down or talk bad about other pastors. some church people think they are better than other church folk coz they think they go to a "better church".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;heck to the no. no church is "better". no one person is "better". and you ain't more holy or sanctified that the next person who prays a salvation prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; broken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the only reason why we are all beautiful anyway is coz of what Christ did on the cross. apart from Him, we are ugly, fallen, sinful, prideful human beings. ALL OF US. apart from Him your church is WHACK. apart from Him, my church is WHACK. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[guess what...even with Christ, sometimes we are whack. LOL] &lt;/span&gt;your 10,000 member church isn't any better than the 200 member church or 10 person church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we are all saved by His grace. we are all sanctified by His grace. and we must continue to trust in His grace as we grow in love. we must fight for His grace to keep us united as a body instead of ripping each other apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i pray that we would begin to walk in unity as a body of Christ.... because Jesus says: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[john13:25]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how the heck is the whole world gonna know of His love if we can't even love one another as brothers and sisters in Christ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;this quote says it best:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"love is wanting God's best for others"&lt;/i&gt; - Eric Ahlstrom. we should always want God's best for everyone, not just for our friends or family but for the whole body of Christ and those who are made in God's image... which is the rest of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;let's fight to love each other. let's fight to believe the best in each other. let's fight to keep the body of Christ united. so that we don't shame the name of the ONE who took our place to be broken and bruised for us in order that we may remain united in His love.&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/1253739669917745940-5650937559880548799?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5650937559880548799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-25-days-to-hawaii-and-unity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5650937559880548799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5650937559880548799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-25-days-to-hawaii-and-unity.html' title='countdown: 25 days to hawaii and unity in a broken body.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5393400134639433602</id><published>2011-07-16T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:27:11.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Countdown: day 26 to Hawaii + a very happy heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAoD7qDR8IU/TiJ0lwfF2II/AAAAAAAAC88/ii6fbeNBSh8/s1600/IMG_20110716_210346-717049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630190676185831554" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAoD7qDR8IU/TiJ0lwfF2II/AAAAAAAAC88/ii6fbeNBSh8/s320/IMG_20110716_210346-717049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jTcTZFcBsPI/TiJ0mfnbBPI/AAAAAAAAC9E/cn-DkWhBgy4/s1600/IMG_20110716_140531-719928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630190688837240050" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jTcTZFcBsPI/TiJ0mfnbBPI/AAAAAAAAC9E/cn-DkWhBgy4/s320/IMG_20110716_140531-719928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSX0J03hWRw/TiJ0ndu0r5I/AAAAAAAAC9M/9LKinNYEDno/s1600/IMG_20110716_121849-722486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630190705511280530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSX0J03hWRw/TiJ0ndu0r5I/AAAAAAAAC9M/9LKinNYEDno/s320/IMG_20110716_121849-722486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rj7RlkT-pVY/TiJ0oLwYI0I/AAAAAAAAC9U/PGPA4zJuJ5w/s1600/IMG_20110716_163951-726210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630190717865829186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rj7RlkT-pVY/TiJ0oLwYI0I/AAAAAAAAC9U/PGPA4zJuJ5w/s320/IMG_20110716_163951-726210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Countdown: day 26 to Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was my sister's birthday party. We had family and friends and food and fun the whole day. My heart is so full of joy and love. Seeing kids swimming, hearing adults laughing, and watching friends while they're 'all you can eat' grubbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart is definitely home. Took advantage of every moment and talked to everyone i could coz I know I am going to miss everyone here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy 30th birthday to my sister C. Hope you enjoyed your party. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5393400134639433602?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5393400134639433602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-day-26-to-hawaii-very-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5393400134639433602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5393400134639433602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-day-26-to-hawaii-very-happy.html' title='Countdown: day 26 to Hawaii + a very happy heart'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAoD7qDR8IU/TiJ0lwfF2II/AAAAAAAAC88/ii6fbeNBSh8/s72-c/IMG_20110716_210346-717049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3585871905126798101</id><published>2011-07-16T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:30:13.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 27 days to Hawaii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Countdown: 27 days to Hawaii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I spent my day with my family and really close girl friends. We were getting the house ready to celebrate my sister's birthday party tomorrow. We just spent the afternoon together, doing chores, running errands, cooking, eating, laughing, drinking mojitos, watching TV, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The people that I am with right now are people who know me inside and out... like they know me, my story, my bad habits, my mannerisms, my quirks, my temper, etc and they love me no matter what... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I realized...when I move, building relationships is something that I am going to start over again... and though that excites me (since I'm ms networking social butterfly) tonight made me realize, its going to be some time before I can truly say I have a friend who truly 'knows' me in Hawaii (and vice versa). I know building relationships is a process that takes time, for me (and for them) to know the positive stuff about me, but as well as the negative. (Yes, I know some of you think I'm perfect but I promise you I got flaws too) LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, today i just realized that those are some of the things that I'm definitely gonna miss fa'sho..... it's having people around me that know Patricia by heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3585871905126798101?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3585871905126798101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-27-days-to-hawaii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3585871905126798101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3585871905126798101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-27-days-to-hawaii.html' title='Countdown: 27 days to Hawaii.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-5885247141056877235</id><published>2011-07-14T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T19:08:44.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>countdown: 28 days to hawaii and thoughts about being single, celibate &amp; desiring sex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Countdown: 28 days to Hawaii. So far, all I did today was pack and sort through things so there's not really much to that.... 28 days more then I get to unpack everything I'm packing!!! Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also had coffee with a good friend of mine today and we got to talking about life and the church and stuff... and then we talked about how, when it comes to personal issues that people go through, people don't really talk about it because it's too taboo. (This part is about to be rated pg13 so if you're a kid and you're reading this....stop right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I then began to say how I've seen christians talk about marital infidelity, fears, insecurities, abuse, adoption, leadership issues, etc.... but i aint heard a blog post or a sermon out there that talks about being single and choosing to stay celibate yet what are practical things to do when the celibate single christian gets horny. Admit it...we ALL know it happens to us. Maybe to some more than others...but it does happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've chosen to live celibate for about 9 years now... and I would be lying to you if I told you I've never thought about sex in those 9 years. I would be lying to you as well if I say its something I don't miss sometimes. I think its the ONLY time I'm like "God having a husband doesn't sound too bad right now...LOL"). Look, obviously I aint a virgin coz i have a kid, so i know how sex feels like. And to those of us that have been there, we gotta admit it, sex feels good.God designed it that way for a husband and a wife to take pleasure in because its His gift for married people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what about the single people who have made the choice to stay celibate and wait till God brings a mate along? What the heck do you do when the desire in you is strong??? (Puh-leaaaase don't pretend like that ain't ever happened to you.) Im sure even virgins struggle with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coz the urge is a desire that comes naturally in our body... but it doesnt mean that because something is itchy, it has to be scratched right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So...what does a single celibate christian do during those times? Does taking a cold shower work? Does praying work? Or maybe&amp;nbsp; its better to pretend like you dont feel anything and go on with whatever you are doing? Do you call someone and tell them to pray for you against lustful thoughts? Do you actually think masturbation is okay? Do you read the Word out loud to drive lustful thoughts away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally...what works for me....well....I stuff my face with sweets or food and that USUALLY does the trick LOL!!! But if its a really bad day, I call my girl friends or ask my son to hang out outside of the house.. coz i don't trust myself&amp;nbsp; for me to stay at home by myself. Im just being real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ask because I feel like its not addressed much in most churches and yet its a real issue each single person has to face. I know most people aren't comfortable talking about the issue...but I wanna know people's thoughts on this subject. And if you're married:what's your best advice for the celibate Christian singles who are waiting and have been waiting for years?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inquiring minds want to know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-5885247141056877235?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/5885247141056877235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-28-days-to-hawaii-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5885247141056877235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/5885247141056877235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-28-days-to-hawaii-and.html' title='countdown: 28 days to hawaii and thoughts about being single, celibate &amp; desiring sex.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-410727488462992394</id><published>2011-07-13T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:54:50.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 29 days to Hawaii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today wasnt as emotional as yesterday. I think I was uber-emo yesterday coz I had to pay a traffic ticket for $500 and budgeting my really tight finances right now had me stressed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But today I had some proper perspective thrown over my way. I had met up and had lunch with a really close friend of mine who just came back from the UAE. She is visiting here for the summer but has to go back to the middle east next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During our lunch convo, she told me about how extremely different the culture there can get... and how there's certain luxuries here that they don't have there... and our conversation got me thinking of how incredibly lucky I am that God had called me to be a missionary out in paradise instead nations who are dealing with extreme poverty problems or nations that are closed to the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So day 29 ends with a good vibe :) plus it's also my baby sister's thirtieth birthday tomorrow.. so my heart is happy because of that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-410727488462992394?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/410727488462992394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-29-days-to-hawaii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/410727488462992394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/410727488462992394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-29-days-to-hawaii.html' title='Countdown: 29 days to Hawaii.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-8626493431031816001</id><published>2011-07-12T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:37:30.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 30 days to Hawaii (my erratic thoughts on moving)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Countdown begins - 30days till Hawaii. ONE MORE MONTH! Yiiiiikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My emotions are all over the place with this move. One minute im happy... the next im anxious. So i apologize before hand for the erratic emotions you will experience in my blog this next month!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My thoughts right now: why does moving have to be soooooo expensive?!?!?! And why does leaving relationships (family, frienda &amp;amp; church family) have to be so hard?!?! And why does moving to hawaii have to be so HELLA EXPENSIVE! (Oh wait I said that already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I stop and i ask myself "what the heck am I getting into? Why am I moving so far away again??" If this was a marriage then I swear I'm probably getting cold feet.... coz now when I think of how far I'm going and the fact that there's really no turning back now.... I get all choked up. I swear I have commitment issues. THIS IS WHY I AM SINGLE YA'LL. the thought of being tied down scares me. And that's exactly what is going to happen....I am going to be on a rock in the middle of the Pacific ocean.... married to the land and there is no turning back (until God says so anyway).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I shouldn't whine coz He is calling me to paradise in america and not some communist country or something. and I know I'm supposed to leave. There is no shadow of a doubt that I know I'm supposed to be in Hawaii... and that Im supposed to be part of the church that I am part of... and I am thankful for the spiritual family that I have there already....&amp;nbsp; but it doesn't make the process of leaving any easier... coz it is hard to leave loved ones behind no matter where you end up going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just need to woooosaaaah... breathe and selah it out. I have no idea what these next 30days will look like in regard to my emotions so good luck to me and to you who are taking the time to read this. It's gonna be a crazy ride! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all you missionaries, overseas workers, military peeps and everyone else who has left your home / family to pursue your dream or have left loved ones to obey God's call...BIG Kudos to you. *hug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-8626493431031816001?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/8626493431031816001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-30-days-to-hawaii-my-erratic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8626493431031816001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8626493431031816001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/countdown-30-days-to-hawaii-my-erratic.html' title='Countdown: 30 days to Hawaii (my erratic thoughts on moving)'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-6850911897109307131</id><published>2011-07-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:40:56.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>underneath the golden gate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ-WO_svp_M/Th6O_aT-SiI/AAAAAAAAC80/gF2pFiXBzKY/s1600/golden+gate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ-WO_svp_M/Th6O_aT-SiI/AAAAAAAAC80/gF2pFiXBzKY/s320/golden+gate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;took this shot as our boat passed the golden gate.&lt;br /&gt;we had a nice lil' tour around the coastline of the bay area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-6850911897109307131?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ-WO_svp_M/Th6O_aT-SiI/AAAAAAAAC80/gF2pFiXBzKY/s72-c/golden+gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-6317017281239755242</id><published>2011-07-07T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:55:28.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>slipping and bugging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Djr-ar_Fhys/ThaQrDWH1KI/AAAAAAAAC8M/5DqRdWecYjo/s1600/IMG_20110707_164143-765849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626843853752882338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Djr-ar_Fhys/ThaQrDWH1KI/AAAAAAAAC8M/5DqRdWecYjo/s320/IMG_20110707_164143-765849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBtos8obvEU/ThaQuymzJXI/AAAAAAAAC8U/I23qPiLin24/s1600/IMG_20110707_173525-787761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626843917978903922" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBtos8obvEU/ThaQuymzJXI/AAAAAAAAC8U/I23qPiLin24/s320/IMG_20110707_173525-787761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kids slip and sliding to beat the Fresno heat coz its hecka hot up in this mug.... while we made some bug bites cookies :) having fun with my relatives!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-6317017281239755242?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Djr-ar_Fhys/ThaQrDWH1KI/AAAAAAAAC8M/5DqRdWecYjo/s72-c/IMG_20110707_164143-765849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-551090408669759434</id><published>2011-07-04T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:35:56.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>In sickness and in health.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a couple of friends who have been praying and believing for God to heal them. I could tell that their hearts were getting a bit discouraged because they weren't seeing instantaneous healing happen in their lives. (And these women are some of the strongest prayer warriors I know). They are dear friends of mine, and my heart was troubled for them. I went home asking God why He wasn't choosing to heal them right away like He did in the Gospels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I spent time on the Word, I came across this verse that had my heart pondering: &lt;i&gt;"You know it was because of a bodily ailment that I preached the gospel to you at first"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[gal4:13].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow. Imagine that... Paul, the greatest missionary who ever lived. the one who's mere presence would drive out demons in one command. if a piece of cloth touched him, that cloth could heal others who were sick. The one who was bitten by a poisonous snake and lived to tell about it... the mr super incredible apostle himself... had a body ailment....and he didn't receive instantaneous healing. Talk about the irony of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of receiving healing... his ailment had caused him to pause on his trip and preach at Galatia. His sickness caused him to spread the good news even more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talk about divine appointment...even when it looks like it's not. Others could have chosen to see the ailment as a curse. He chose to see it as an open door to preach Christ, despite the ailment and the non-instantaneous healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whether in sickness and in health, this man was on fire and determined to preach God's Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This verse reminded me of a blog/twitter acquaintance turned real life friend &lt;a href="http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;sara&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; who has been believing for healing for a really long time. Sara has touched so many lives because of the tenacity of her faith and her love for Jesus, despite the ailment she faces everyday. She's like a modern day Paul, writing epistles on the world wide web while sharing God's love, even with the sickness that she has. Her faith amazes me so. The strength she has to fight her daily battles has caused others to see God in a greater way and people's faith are strengthened because she chooses to praise God no matter how much it hurts her (literally and figuratively).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paul and Sara's example gave me a proper perspective in regard to my friends &amp;amp; family who are believing for God to heal them (I have a sister who's been praying for a skin condition to be healed for 4yrs now).... sometimes God chooses to heal right away... sometimes God chooses not to, and instead allows the &amp;nbsp;stories of our pain to be told and shared to bring others to the knowledge of Christ. The result of pain is salvation of souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The question that we have to face is... will we choose to be like Paul and keep preaching or will we choose to see the mountain of trials and lose faith?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As His Bride, we must choose to fulfill our vow to love and to cherish Him, in sickness and in health, though rich or poor till death brings us together, where we can rest forever in His arms. It is a beautiful thing to be wed to Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"choose joy" - Sara :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-551090408669759434?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/551090408669759434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/in-sickness-and-in-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/551090408669759434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/551090408669759434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/07/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In sickness and in health.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-8163893479054408464</id><published>2011-06-30T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:14:52.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you smeeeeeeeeell what the ROCK is cookin'???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;busy. busy. busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there is no other word that captures my life right now. i basically have about 6 weeks left to continue to meet with potential ministry supporters, pack, finish whatever else i need to do and end my season in LA beautifully before i move to hawaii and start a new chapter of my life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont wanna let the busyness of all these activities deter me from this grace-filled season of my life.&amp;nbsp;instead i am taking the time to &lt;b&gt;smell grace, coz&amp;nbsp;God is cooking something up and it smells some kinda wonderful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i turn, i take the time smell God's grace. the grace of provision. the grace of relationships. the grace of joy. the grace of health. the grace of peace. the grace of His presence. the grace of His love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but it didn't used to smell that way. you see for years, my story has always been about chopping and pruning and slicing and dicing. onions when chopped alone, have enough potency to sting your eyes and make you cry. garlic smells terrible by itself, and sometimes the smell is so pungent, it makes you not wanna talk to a person who has garlic breath. i hate tomatoes and vegetables. and meat... if not cut and cooked properly...will make people sick! these&amp;nbsp;ingredients, apart from each other, are usually NASTY and GROSS. but when put together, and cooked up in fire, they smell sooooooooooooooooo very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2k0UviiNKI/Tgy51YqJFWI/AAAAAAAAC7A/XHe1ptcz_mo/s1600/ingredients.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2k0UviiNKI/Tgy51YqJFWI/AAAAAAAAC7A/XHe1ptcz_mo/s200/ingredients.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i can say im glad (and even very thankful) for the season of pruning and disciplining in my life. im thankful for the fire that God had brought me through...coz it's the same fire that pained me that's now causing those ingredients to bring out some FLAVOR! even though it hurt so much while i was going through the wilderness process, i can say (in hindsight), i see it now as a beautiful place that God had allowed me to go through in order to grow in His love and His grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the hustle and bustle of life,&amp;nbsp;im taking time to smell God's grace....coz whatever God is cooking up.... it sho smells delish and it's making me HUNGRY for more of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let the busyness of life take you away from His miraculous grace. take time out and breathe. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=880--eFMZ7g&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel"&gt;do you smeeeeeeeeeeeell what the ROCK is cookin'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;up for your life????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-8163893479054408464?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/8163893479054408464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/do-you-smeeeeeeeeell-what-rock-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8163893479054408464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/8163893479054408464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/do-you-smeeeeeeeeell-what-rock-is.html' title='do you smeeeeeeeeell what the ROCK is cookin&apos;???'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2k0UviiNKI/Tgy51YqJFWI/AAAAAAAAC7A/XHe1ptcz_mo/s72-c/ingredients.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3097906955560746607</id><published>2011-06-29T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:49:00.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If u could have coffee with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you could have coffee conversation with any person alive right now and interview them.... who would you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My answer: the pastor of the biggest underground church in China. (One underground church = hundreds of thousands of people and raising up disciples that are willing to die for the Gospel to be preached).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine being able to bear THAT MUCH FRUIT for Christ and remaining so humble about it because you can't get any glory or spotlight coz if you do, you will get killed. Imagine having to have to memorize Scriptures in their head since they can't go around holding a Bible. Imagine every time they preach and hold a meeting... the adrenaline rush they get because they have no idea if they are going to get caught or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine the wisdom and knowledge that he could impart to our generation and the next generation about faith and perserverance and not being afraid and not wanting the spotlight and the "name", but instead, be willing to work together and trust each and everyone else in the body for the life of each other and everyone in the church. Imagine having a heart to launch other leaders because you know you cannot do everything buy yourself and you need to multiply at a rapid rate because of the urgency of the matter of spreading the Gospel in fear of losing people's lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine.... The wisdom i could glean and the impartation of boldness iwould get a glimpse of from one simple coffee&amp;nbsp; conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If that pastor wasn't available I would totally choose to have a coffee conversation with Adam Sandler LOL! (and my other top 5 choices: Oprah, Mandela, Bono)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you could interview anyone right now (even your top 5).... who would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3097906955560746607?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3097906955560746607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/if-u-could-have-coffee-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3097906955560746607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3097906955560746607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/if-u-could-have-coffee-with.html' title='If u could have coffee with...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3471629500042514726</id><published>2011-06-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:04:12.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>im not mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PcxyZ0szrk/TgYPrqYWIAI/AAAAAAAAC68/Kez1zxymt-4/s1600/IMG_20110625_093922-776135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622198427603836930" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PcxyZ0szrk/TgYPrqYWIAI/AAAAAAAAC68/Kez1zxymt-4/s320/IMG_20110625_093922-776135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3471629500042514726?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3471629500042514726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/im-not-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3471629500042514726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3471629500042514726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/im-not-mean.html' title='im not mean.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PcxyZ0szrk/TgYPrqYWIAI/AAAAAAAAC68/Kez1zxymt-4/s72-c/IMG_20110625_093922-776135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-2490344440701328916</id><published>2011-06-24T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:05:46.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Walking on rainbows and dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMycLFCbsvA/TgUNnzCUT0I/AAAAAAAAC6s/oWwOCazC5Ag/s1600/IMG_20110624_121540-713678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621914687207919426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMycLFCbsvA/TgUNnzCUT0I/AAAAAAAAC6s/oWwOCazC5Ag/s320/IMG_20110624_121540-713678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0d8D91iAaC4/TgUNozFsHRI/AAAAAAAAC60/BS-d3XceLGQ/s1600/IMG_20110624_141957-717085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621914704401931538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0d8D91iAaC4/TgUNozFsHRI/AAAAAAAAC60/BS-d3XceLGQ/s320/IMG_20110624_141957-717085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Choose to live out your dreams and your path will be full of colored surprises :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-2490344440701328916?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMycLFCbsvA/TgUNnzCUT0I/AAAAAAAAC6s/oWwOCazC5Ag/s72-c/IMG_20110624_121540-713678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-2123772082640062817</id><published>2011-06-20T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:08:46.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>no quitter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZQm7I03R6M/Tf_PBH0KTgI/AAAAAAAAC6k/oCyGwvtQUi0/s1600/IMG_20110620_154928-707660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620438478166314498" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZQm7I03R6M/Tf_PBH0KTgI/AAAAAAAAC6k/oCyGwvtQUi0/s320/IMG_20110620_154928-707660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amen. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-2123772082640062817?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/2123772082640062817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/no-quitter_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2123772082640062817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/2123772082640062817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/no-quitter_20.html' title='no quitter.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZQm7I03R6M/Tf_PBH0KTgI/AAAAAAAAC6k/oCyGwvtQUi0/s72-c/IMG_20110620_154928-707660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4702388469818847240</id><published>2011-06-17T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T19:22:54.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Crying while getting your hair did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my sister went to e doctor today and had an ultrasound done... And her and her husband found out what the sex of the baby was....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im sitting here at the salon getting my hair did when I receive a text and she tells me If I'm having a niece or a nephew....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read the text....tell my friend (who is practically like family to us co she's my other baby sisters best friend) and then I start CRYING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was tears of joy at first then I got all sad.... Coz I realized that I'm totally gonna be gone and I won't be here to watch my baby grow up!!!! I'm gonna miss the baby's first tooth, the first smile, the first step. Aaaaaack I feel like a wreck already. This is soooooooooo hard for me coz me and my sister are super duper close... Like that's not just lip service.... She is my best friend.... And she was there when Christian (my son) was growing up... So to miss seeing her baby grow is ripping my heart into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time since I made the decision to move to Hawaii last April, I let my emotions go... And I'm so thankful berenz was there to pacify my heart.... She made me a great cup of latte too so that helped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad I'm getting my hair done right now coz if not then I would be this big ball of emotional mess..... ladies and gentlemen.... check out my nephew....he is ALL BOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3BfrtD9GFH8/TfwLtbQJNyI/AAAAAAAAC4c/qLy78ta05GU/s1600/baby+boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3BfrtD9GFH8/TfwLtbQJNyI/AAAAAAAAC4c/qLy78ta05GU/s320/baby+boy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-4702388469818847240?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4702388469818847240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/crying-while-getting-your-hair-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4702388469818847240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4702388469818847240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/crying-while-getting-your-hair-did.html' title='Crying while getting your hair did.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3BfrtD9GFH8/TfwLtbQJNyI/AAAAAAAAC4c/qLy78ta05GU/s72-c/baby+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-6103941548878573661</id><published>2011-06-15T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:08:51.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily soul food'/><title type='text'>soul food: slippin'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"when i said my foot is slipping, your love O Lord supported me. when anxiety was great within me, Your consolation brought joy to my soul"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[psalm 94:18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7P48q08fd6U/TfkszZdrSeI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/DgPL4C-b-go/s1600/IMG_20110615_150412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7P48q08fd6U/TfkszZdrSeI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/DgPL4C-b-go/s200/IMG_20110615_150412.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this scripture pretty much speaks for itself. i love how faithful God is, even when i slip or fall. when i disobey or become stubborn, His grace is there to meet me. His love for me goes beyond measure and it holds and supports me through good times and especially through hard times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when anxiety and worry and troubles rise up and paralyze my heart to have faith, His consolation and His Spirit brings joy to my soul. it's a joy that&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;rely on&amp;nbsp;circumstances&amp;nbsp;and answered prayers. instead it's a joy that is based in the supernatural knowledge of my Father and how much He loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;His love is the reason why i choose to live. His love is what compels me to reach for His dream for me. His love is the reason why i tell others about Him. His love is the reason why i sing. whether it's in the spring season where everything is beautiful and life is everywhere; or in the winter season, where life is dark and buried and everything i see is covered with the coldness of snow.... songs of His glory will flow from my heart to my King, because His love keeps me from slippin'...and He sets me on a Rock instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-6103941548878573661?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/6103941548878573661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/soul-food-slippin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6103941548878573661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6103941548878573661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/soul-food-slippin.html' title='soul food: slippin&apos;.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7P48q08fd6U/TfkszZdrSeI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/DgPL4C-b-go/s72-c/IMG_20110615_150412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-1371912626648592433</id><published>2011-06-14T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:51:54.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makes me wanna stay. [blog poll]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3rv5NVHlPc/TfhWi42ibkI/AAAAAAAAC4M/rPLfdhlJBKk/s1600/IMG_20110614_224017-714147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3rv5NVHlPc/TfhWi42ibkI/AAAAAAAAC4M/rPLfdhlJBKk/s320/IMG_20110614_224017-714147.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618335692521369154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JELbN9s98x4/TfhWjTrRKeI/AAAAAAAAC4U/t-g5-ulB3sU/s1600/IMG03548-20110507-1532-716866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JELbN9s98x4/TfhWjTrRKeI/AAAAAAAAC4U/t-g5-ulB3sU/s320/IMG03548-20110507-1532-716866.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618335699721857506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one person who makes me want to stay in LA so bad...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The one person who makes me ask God &amp;#39;why do i have move 2000+ miles away from home&amp;#39;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The one person that im REALLY going to miss...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is the one person I haven&amp;#39;t even met yet.... But I already love him/her so very much. Siiiiigh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before i get too sentimental, let&amp;#39;s make this fun and take a blog poll!!!  What do you think?!?! Am I gonna have a nephew or a niece? :) team boy or team girl? :) go.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-1371912626648592433?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/1371912626648592433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/makes-me-wanna-stay-blog-poll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1371912626648592433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/1371912626648592433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/makes-me-wanna-stay-blog-poll.html' title='makes me wanna stay. [blog poll]'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3rv5NVHlPc/TfhWi42ibkI/AAAAAAAAC4M/rPLfdhlJBKk/s72-c/IMG_20110614_224017-714147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-930006826353945213</id><published>2011-06-11T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T19:49:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul food: for nothing, in everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Be anxious for NOTHING, but in EVERYTHING by prayer with Thanksgiving, let your request be made known to God &amp;amp; His peace will guard your hearts &amp;amp; minds through Christ&amp;quot; - Philippians 4:6-7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know we&amp;#39;re all familiar with this verse - Be anxious for NOTHING. It didnt say almost nothing... it says NOTHING. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;not for finances.&lt;br&gt; not for health.&lt;br&gt; not for our loved ones.&lt;br&gt; not for our past.&lt;br&gt; not for our dreams.&lt;br&gt; not for our church.&lt;br&gt; not for our appearance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You gotta admit tho.. this command is hard to follow. I think i break this command about a bajillion times a day... I&amp;#39;m like &amp;quot;God, this is hard to ask.... you seem to have designed the human brain to think and worry&amp;quot; LOL! How the heck do you turn off &amp;#39;worry mode&amp;#39;!?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After reading this verse...i realize the key to not being anxious for nothing is to turn my thoughts into prayers... and not just any kind of prayer.. but a prayer of thanksgiving for EVERYTHING. The only way to battle worry is to have a grateful and thankful heart. Coz the reality is.... as long as we have breath, there&amp;#39;s always something to be thankful for.... it doesn&amp;#39;t matter what we&amp;#39;re all going through. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My prayer: God I pray everytime the enemy and circumstances hurl situations at me that might cause me to worry... I pray that I may be quick to fight back with a praise in my mouth. I pray that song of praise instead of clanging sounds of unbelief will be heard from me. Help me Holy Spirit, to recall God&amp;#39;s faithfulness in the past when tough times come across. Please let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you my King. Amen.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-930006826353945213?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/930006826353945213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/soul-food-for-nothing-in-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/930006826353945213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/930006826353945213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/soul-food-for-nothing-in-everything.html' title='Soul food: for nothing, in everything.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-4885437882566378553</id><published>2011-06-08T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:48:41.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionary stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearly theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365for2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>doing it scared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so... i officially booked my flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEnRELj_cUQ/Te_zeIpZ0zI/AAAAAAAAC3M/tQ0U10r5_wg/s1600/IMG_20110608_145434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEnRELj_cUQ/Te_zeIpZ0zI/AAAAAAAAC3M/tQ0U10r5_wg/s320/IMG_20110608_145434.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;let me tell you, i suddenly became scared s**tless after the confirmation email was sent to me. lol okay...maybe because im officially a "missionary" now, i shouldn't say that word, but seriously, there is no other way i can best describe how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am so scared. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[or skuuuurrrred as i like to say it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am moving 2000+ miles away from home..&amp;nbsp;leaving my family and my friends... to move in the middle of the pacific ocean. im moving to obey and follow God to be a missionary to the islands and be a part of a new family out there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[im glad God has provided a family out there already for me coz i probably wouldn't go if that wasn't the case.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's soooo scary. what if i don't raise enough support? what if i suck at being a missionary? what if there's a tsunami? what if something happens to my loved ones and im so far away?&amp;nbsp;what if the church out there gets to know me and then hates me?&amp;nbsp;what if i fail and im not called to be a pastor after all? what if my son hates it there and hates me for making this decision?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what if... what if... what if...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there's a lot of "&lt;i&gt;what ifs..&lt;/i&gt;." swirling through my brain right now... but i cannot let those "&lt;i&gt;what if's&lt;/i&gt;" stop me from obeying what i know God has spoken in my heart and called me to do... coz it's either i obey, or i end up being like Jonah. and i fo sho' dont wanna get eaten by a whale...or worst...jaws.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my one word for this year is &lt;a href="http://www.ricianne.com/2010/01/2011-one-word.html"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/a&gt;. and im choosing to believe that God's got my back, even with the "&lt;i&gt;what if's&lt;/i&gt;"...i need to believe that no matter what happens, God is going to take care of every detail. i need to believe that ultimately, provision comes from Him and no one else. i need to believe that &lt;b&gt;His grace is sufficient for all things and in all things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;im clueless...coz i have no idea what the future holds for me there.. but i know that He has called and i must obey... so even if i'm terrified...i choose to &lt;b&gt;do it scared&lt;/b&gt;... i booked my ticket and this august i'm stepping out of the boat (well the plane) and walking into the waters of my promise land. and i know i'll be walking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(or teaching or swimming or preaching or surfing) &lt;/span&gt;hand in hand with my Maker every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Don’t be afraid; just&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;believe&lt;/b&gt;.” &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;- Mark 5:36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1253739669917745940-4885437882566378553?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/4885437882566378553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/doing-it-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4885437882566378553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/4885437882566378553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/doing-it-scared.html' title='doing it scared.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEnRELj_cUQ/Te_zeIpZ0zI/AAAAAAAAC3M/tQ0U10r5_wg/s72-c/IMG_20110608_145434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-3527412591932745637</id><published>2011-06-04T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:19:15.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it is well with my soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh2qU_Ait0k/Tesf5HvlS_I/AAAAAAAAC2o/m87xJ9lHUGI/s1600/IMG_20110604_194010-755460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh2qU_Ait0k/Tesf5HvlS_I/AAAAAAAAC2o/m87xJ9lHUGI/s320/IMG_20110604_194010-755460.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614616426639084530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O58zlpRZ92I/Tesf5rVfjNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/AAEVwOf0tBA/s1600/IMG_20110604_201828-757207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O58zlpRZ92I/Tesf5rVfjNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/AAEVwOf0tBA/s320/IMG_20110604_201828-757207.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614616436193332434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food for my heart: hanging out with girl friends the whole day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Food for my soul: bringing friends to receive encouragement and exhortation at Pasadena international house of prayer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soul for my food: Roscoe&amp;#39;s chicken and waffle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is well with my soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-3527412591932745637?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/3527412591932745637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3527412591932745637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/3527412591932745637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='it is well with my soul.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh2qU_Ait0k/Tesf5HvlS_I/AAAAAAAAC2o/m87xJ9lHUGI/s72-c/IMG_20110604_194010-755460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-7814628746438038005</id><published>2011-06-04T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T10:53:21.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soul food: share life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Exhort one another daily, while it is called today&amp;quot; Hebrews 3:14&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love receiving encouragement!! Who doesn&amp;#39;t right?!?!?  Words of love and affirmation make my heart happy and give me hope when times are hard. Sometimes life is rough and though I get encouraged reading my Bible, it helps a lot when a fellow human being says soothing words that touch my heart. If we had our way, we would love to receive an encouraging word at least once daily. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So i thought...why not twist that need around and give encouragement to others instead. Instead of needing, i wanted to be giving. I desired to be that voice of love and hope to others. The Bible says encourage one another daily so i try to find one person a day to exhort. And its never failed, when i do that, i find that i am encouraged as well since im using my life to help make other people&amp;#39;s lives better. Everytime I need encouragement, I go and encourage someone else and every time, I&amp;#39;m left with more hope and joy, not just for the other person but also for myself after the conversation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What you sow, you reap... right?!?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My prayer today is that God continues to use me to encourage people on a daily basis. This world is too full of negative people and circumstances already. I would rather choose to be the person that speaks life and love and joy into people&amp;#39;s hearts. If I do, God is faithful to bring in ways to encourage me as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My prayer for you is that you choose to share life and be that source of hope for someone else today as well. Go put a smile on someone else&amp;#39;s face today. If you do, I promise you, you&amp;#39;ll end up with a smile on your face and a happy heart too :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-7814628746438038005?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/7814628746438038005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/soul-food-share-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7814628746438038005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/7814628746438038005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/soul-food-share-life.html' title='soul food: share life.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253739669917745940.post-6850819278824211555</id><published>2011-06-02T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:14:01.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily soul food'/><title type='text'>daily soul food: do nothing.</title><content type='html'>John 15:5 "apart from me you can do NOTHING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today with this verse in mind. I find myself starting almost all day rushing towards the hustle and bustle of life without spending ample time with Jesus and asking Him for His will to be done in my life and for the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse puts my mind back in perspective. Sometimes in the hustle and bustle of life, I lose focus. Instead of Jesus, my life becomes about me. I have the whole day planned.... and I just expect God to come and bless... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams.&lt;br /&gt;My schedule.&lt;br /&gt;My problems.&lt;br /&gt;My finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget that it's really not about me and what i want. It's all about Him. Withouth Him, I can do nothing. Without Him, I am nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray john's prayer over myself today and every day.... i pray that i may decrease that He may increase in my life. I pray that I always remember to make it all about Jesus. God forbid, i fall into the enticement of the spotlight syndrome, or the cares and worries of the world tie me down and i forget that apart from Him, all those things I've done are nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i am soaked in His grace and His Spirit, He will be able to do all things through me. I must remember, im just a vessel. Without the Potter, clay is worthless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1253739669917745940-6850819278824211555?l=www.ricianne.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ricianne.com/feeds/6850819278824211555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/daily-soul-food-do-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6850819278824211555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253739669917745940/posts/default/6850819278824211555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ricianne.com/2011/06/daily-soul-food-do-nothing.html' title='daily soul food: do nothing.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00740960036023042021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KR5PkYmQSNk/TSeIlyYDM3I/AAAAAAAACTk/HPnsMkx6Ss4/S220/im%2Bhis%2Bfavorite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
