<?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-1015003139707488682</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:03:03.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starr... like in the sky</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't know how to define this blog-- a little bit of serious, a whole lot of heart, some attempted humor, and hopefully, most of the time, a reflection of the real me. Enjoy, and God bless!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-5841992451174019776</id><published>2009-04-02T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:05:01.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting Question</title><content type='html'>If there was a neighborhood kid that your child was friends with, but at times this child was mean or manipulative to your child, but your child still wanted to play with this kid, would you allow him/her too?&lt;br /&gt;At times this child seems to be Matthew's best friend, but then his mood will switch about what seems to be nothing and he's not his friend anymore, until he gets bored and wants to play again. I've explained to Matthew that he needs to ask for an apology and tell this kid to either be his friend all the time or not at all, but Matthew says this kid gets mad easily and it won't solve anything. He also wants to keep a friendship with this kid as they are neighbors. I don't feel like talking with his parent would be good, but it's getting really exhausting. I really care about the neighborhood kids, especially this one, but I'm really at my whits end with the drama this is bringing and the constant rejection my son is receiving. I know that my son is not perfect and am sure at times he may be the one that causes the problems, but I think on majority it seems this kid will just be having a bad day and letting it out on my kid.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-5841992451174019776?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/5841992451174019776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=5841992451174019776' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/5841992451174019776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/5841992451174019776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/04/parenting-question.html' title='Parenting Question'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6862225229809957684</id><published>2009-03-24T16:33:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:11:22.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting Island, SC</title><content type='html'>Friday Matthew and I and a group of great friends went to Hunting Island, SC for a camp trip. I have never been here before. It is such a beautiful island. I hope to someday return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclKbziXloI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QivZeZkpVXI/s1600-h/100_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclKbziXloI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QivZeZkpVXI/s400/100_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316862676638865026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matthew caught at least 7 crabs and name them all Larry. Not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclJ8vMj8xI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jfv5iQHoxYY/s1600-h/100_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclJ8vMj8xI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jfv5iQHoxYY/s400/100_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316862142897713938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclJcpg2-1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/34Awvcw45Ys/s1600-h/100_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclJcpg2-1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/34Awvcw45Ys/s400/100_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316861591616420690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclJIN5_WvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mLSixraEvVA/s1600-h/100_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclJIN5_WvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mLSixraEvVA/s400/100_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316861240608250610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclIrmHuA4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vf6YjtWWdA8/s1600-h/100_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclIrmHuA4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vf6YjtWWdA8/s400/100_1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316860748892078978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light house was  beautiful! We walked the 175 steps to the top, and it was so worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclIHasMlbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ps5mZzhqSuY/s1600-h/100_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclIHasMlbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ps5mZzhqSuY/s320/100_1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316860127348561330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was pretty cold with the wind blowing, but Matthew still wanted to walk in the water... he's such a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclG7a_DK7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/IHNm0Ym9yFU/s1600-h/100_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclG7a_DK7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/IHNm0Ym9yFU/s320/100_1694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858821757578162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE palm trees and this island was covered in them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclGkrtiKjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_nayYaOG2xc/s1600-h/100_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclGkrtiKjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_nayYaOG2xc/s320/100_1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858431110523442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Matthew eating up the sunshine at the marshlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclFdhAFzpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RykCGVryIaA/s1600-h/100_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclFdhAFzpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RykCGVryIaA/s320/100_1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316857208464854674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is some beautiful church ruins we stopped at on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclEAbSo_NI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/M6HPNwDAArI/s1600-h/100_1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclEAbSo_NI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/M6HPNwDAArI/s320/100_1794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316855609204210898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I probably took over 300 pictures on this 3 day trip, but it was just so beautiful and fun. It was so hard to put together this post because I wanted to post them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6862225229809957684?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6862225229809957684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6862225229809957684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6862225229809957684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6862225229809957684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunting-island-sc.html' title='Hunting Island, SC'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SclKbziXloI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QivZeZkpVXI/s72-c/100_1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6898682106053805749</id><published>2009-03-19T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:12:45.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stopping By</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends, I'm going on a short vacation, and am so looking forward to the rest, relaxation, and rejuvenation. &lt;br /&gt;Me, Matthew, and some friends are heading to Hunting Island, SC for some fun in the sun and some camping. &lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures when I return. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your prayers and words of encouragement regarding my last post. God is good, and I truly believe He is going to use this weekend to bless me and Matthew and give us some much needed good times together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6898682106053805749?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6898682106053805749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6898682106053805749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6898682106053805749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6898682106053805749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-stopping-by.html' title='Just Stopping By'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1300129492792148464</id><published>2009-03-17T20:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:35:14.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singletonville 'The Hard Days'</title><content type='html'>Okay, 3 times I have typed something. 3 times I have deleted what I typed. All times I tried to type something that maybe could sound intelligent, or balanced, or spiritual, and I'm not there today. Today was hard. Yesterday was hard. Lately, I've really felt like I just need some help, I don't know what exactly that would look like, but that has been my hearts cry: 'God will you please help me?' Parenting is hard! Parenting alone is hard! I feel like I can't catch up to where my son is at. He's 9 going on 20, and the responsibility is on me. Right now I don't know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Can I just confess that I worry that I will become one of those woman with a constant scowl on her face, with frown marks, and a constant harsh voice; one of those woman that people say-- yeah, you can really tell that she's had a hard life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be light and happy, one of those woman that brings light into a room when she enters, but right now I have to be the disciplinary. I have to be the strong independent woman... when I've honestly been okay with being the house wife, that was vulnerable, and in need of a big strong man, but today I have to wear the pants, and I'm sorry, but I'm not happy with that. Today, I'm mad at the evil in this world, and the expectations that it tries to place on me. I don't want to be defined as a 'single mom' and I know that I am so much more then that, and that God has been so good to me, but today, I just need a little extra grace, and maybe to be carried just for a little bit, and then I'll walk it out............ Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1300129492792148464?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1300129492792148464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1300129492792148464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1300129492792148464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1300129492792148464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/03/singletonville-hard-days.html' title='Singletonville &apos;The Hard Days&apos;'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-2261337546709761769</id><published>2009-03-13T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:40:13.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diary Of Our Cat Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SbrSNyWcadI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7YCT9OW_dkA/s1600-h/100_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SbrSNyWcadI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7YCT9OW_dkA/s320/100_0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312789844732963282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 983 of my captivity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.&lt;br /&gt;They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nugget. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.&lt;br /&gt;The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This was sent to me from my friend Jennifer Benson, I'm not sure who 'really' wrote this, but I know I will never look at my cat the same again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-2261337546709761769?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/2261337546709761769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=2261337546709761769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2261337546709761769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2261337546709761769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/03/diary-of-our-cat-luke.html' title='The Diary Of Our Cat Luke'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SbrSNyWcadI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7YCT9OW_dkA/s72-c/100_0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6112963343061780743</id><published>2009-03-10T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:19:36.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been on My Mind This Week?</title><content type='html'>This question was asked in another blog that I read, and really helped me to digest my thoughts. So I decided to copy those here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My List:&lt;br /&gt;-teaching this Thursday about Self Confidence vs. God Confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my upcoming camping trip to Hunting Island, SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my trip with my Mom out West in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taking my thoughts captive, and not being consumed with wanting a husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the way the Lord loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being positive and not thinking negatively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the beautiful weather, and how thankful I am for Spring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wanting to be free to teach the way God wants me to even though I don't fit a mold, well, I guess I fit His and that's all that matters!.. FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-getting my son the Superheroes Bible, and a book light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what's been on your mind this week, and feel free to go over to &lt;a href="http://www.theresatrotter.com/2009/03/09/what%E2%80%99s-on-your-mind-%E2%80%9809-what%E2%80%99s-on-your-bucket-list/comment-page-1/#comment-1083"&gt;Theresa&lt;/a&gt; and tell her too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6112963343061780743?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6112963343061780743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6112963343061780743' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6112963343061780743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6112963343061780743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-been-on-my-mind-this-week.html' title='What&apos;s Been on My Mind This Week?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7288116902872677257</id><published>2009-03-07T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:16:31.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By His Side</title><content type='html'>Today I choose to not strive, but to rest in the Lord. I'm tired of fighting against this season when there's so much beauty here if I'll only look up. He's here and He's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is truly right by my side, and there's no better place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J95rAr0gOFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J95rAr0gOFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7288116902872677257?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7288116902872677257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7288116902872677257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7288116902872677257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7288116902872677257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-his-side.html' title='By His Side'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-985134167460233844</id><published>2009-03-02T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:29:45.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone relate?</title><content type='html'>Thursday Matthew was sick, and Friday I only worked 5 hours because he still was not feeling good. Then we had the weekend, and now today we are snowed in. (Please see my previous post for proof.)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is to be a Mom, first and foremost. I day dream about the day that I don't have to be at a job Monday through Friday. A day when maybe I can be that Mom that has lunch with her son at school once a week, or comes and helps in the classroom. Maybe even the kind of Mom that could at least give home school a try, plant a garden, and cook a good home cooked meal at night.&lt;br /&gt;God helps me everyday with the kind of Mom that I have to be right now. He is the one that gives me energy to get through my work day and then come home and take care of Matthew and our home. He is the one that gives me wisdom on how to manage the money He provides, and grace to keep on going during the hard weeks... and they do come sometimes, but then sometimes I get a taste of being 'at home'... like the last 5 days, and it totally stresses me out. I'm wondering if anyone out there can relate. I think I get stressed out because I want to make the best out of it,, and who knows.. maybe if I am 'perfect-time-managing-stay-at-home- mom' then God will grant it to me, but then I don't end up enjoying it. Someone please tell me that I'm not a complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt;? I mean, don't get me wrong, we've really had a good time. I enjoyed actually getting to take a nap on Thursday, the house is clean, I painted a painting on Sunday, and today we walked to the park and went sledding. I guess the stress hits me when all is done, Matthew's occupied with his friends, and I don't have anything 'to do'. Man, I guess I just really need to learn to RELAX!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll grab a book, curl up on the couch, and just chill....... and that's okay... right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-985134167460233844?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/985134167460233844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=985134167460233844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/985134167460233844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/985134167460233844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-anyone-relate.html' title='Can anyone relate?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6265106469546308811</id><published>2009-03-01T17:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:22:04.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Finally Hits in March</title><content type='html'>I went to church this morning with just a sweater on. When I left it was pouring down rain and then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SasHtLWOG2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hDEhJBeuFco/s1600-h/100_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SasHtLWOG2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hDEhJBeuFco/s320/100_1346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308345058507758434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weather is truly unpredictable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SasIGG1SMaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-iHRUWrMX2A/s1600-h/100_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SasIGG1SMaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-iHRUWrMX2A/s320/100_1375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308345486792602018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's still coming down, and looks like it's at  least 3 inches right now. All the kids in the neighborhood are so excited.  Unfortunately there are no sleds to be found, and the boogie boards I pulled out of the closet simply don't work as well. I'm sure the kids will figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SasIsQ5nQgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/f6HPniS-8h0/s1600-h/100_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SasIsQ5nQgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/f6HPniS-8h0/s320/100_1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308346142330143234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'll see if it all isn't melted away by tomorrow. For the kid's sake I hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6265106469546308811?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6265106469546308811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6265106469546308811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6265106469546308811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6265106469546308811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/03/winter-finally-hits-in-march.html' title='Winter Finally Hits in March'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SasHtLWOG2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hDEhJBeuFco/s72-c/100_1346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-797256674508410891</id><published>2009-02-23T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:07:48.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Tidbits</title><content type='html'>I really should be washing my face and heading to bed, but just thought I would catch up on some blog reading and write a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is really quiet right now. I've been listening to my son breathing from the other room.. it makes me think of when he was a baby... it still sounds the same to me. He's such a great kid. I am  completely amazed by him everyday. I am so thankful for the help the Lord gives me with him. As he's getting older it honestly seems to be getting harder, but I know God's help is always right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note I wanted to let my blog readers know about a &lt;a href="http://nataliewitcher.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-im-working-on-something-just-bear.html"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://nataliewitcher.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-im-working-on-something-just-bear.html"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; is doing. Jump over there and post your answers. She's touching on something that I think a lot of people can relate to. I'm excited to see where she goes with this as self image has been a real struggle for me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm so tired that I can't think of anything else to write so I will display a random home video that truly reflects me and my sons love for animals, and my sons intense drama skills that he, unfortunately, gets from me.... we create quit a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcD2uJcQc1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcD2uJcQc1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No animals were harmed in the making of this video. Promise!! The little bird learned how to fly and is in now living a very happy life somewhere.. we don't know where... but he's fine.. really..... we prayed for the little fellow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-797256674508410891?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/797256674508410891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=797256674508410891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/797256674508410891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/797256674508410891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-few-tidbits.html' title='Just a Few Tidbits'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1015179175662054449</id><published>2009-02-21T15:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:09:33.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been on my mind?</title><content type='html'>Here is a random list of things that have been on my mind this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really wanted to make a conscious effort to take better care of myself. I've been spending more time thinking about what I should or shouldn't eat, and how to make time for working out. I've been blessed to have some awesome friends working out with me the last week and look forward to it continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about how blessed I am to have people in my life that care about me. I live about 12 hours away from any family members, and miss them dearly, but have to be the most blessed person in the world to have the circle of people that I have in my life. I don't know how people make it without friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of new simple ways to manage my home. I made a schedule for chores for me and Matthew for the week, and so far, it's been a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew has been on my mind a lot this week. I've really been seeking the Lord for wisdom and grace, and the Lord has brought it to my attention in many ways that wisdom comes from His word. I've been attempting to spend more time in the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend Lydia, I have been thinking more about how I spend my time each day; working on giving Jesus my day, everyday, and excepting His new mercies and grace every morning that I need so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pondering over the meaning of my name... thanks to Victoria. Esther means Starr and also Hidden. I've been thinking about how the Lord does have me hidden in many ways, and how blessed I am that He sees the things in me that others don't and most of the time I don't see either. He sees the inner beauty that I have to offer, and just like Esther it will be seen by others at the opportune time and , I pray, sow a blessing into my life and the people around me. I've been thinking about how Mordecai is a lot like Jesus in that he guided Esther where she was to be, and encouraged her to do things that she never felt she could possibly do. I'm excited about the path that my 'Mordecai, Jesus, has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been having fun planning a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/cuis/"&gt;Cumberland Island&lt;/a&gt; with some of our friends. I am so excited to go somewhere new to explore!  I can't wait till March!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm thinking that I don't know that I really like this post... it's kind of boring, and all over the place, but I'm thinking I will post it anyways, and maybe still get some loving, encouraging comments from all those great friends I have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what's been on your mind this week if you would like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1015179175662054449?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1015179175662054449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1015179175662054449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1015179175662054449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1015179175662054449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-been-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s been on my mind?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-5878098517714517395</id><published>2009-02-18T21:22:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:57:15.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression of a Painting</title><content type='html'>Tonight I finally got some time to listen to some good music with a paint brush in my hand. I really need to make more time in my life for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzHLQ4CH1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/1dDsFpbZfgU/s1600-h/100_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzHLQ4CH1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/1dDsFpbZfgU/s320/100_1273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304333457458077522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately I really had no ideas tonight, and just started with some cheery colors and fun strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzG_kGQ0wI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mzDSF4mlOnA/s1600-h/100_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzG_kGQ0wI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mzDSF4mlOnA/s320/100_1274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304333256459604738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love paint strokes and bright colors. Today was very gloomy out and even though I somewhat wanted to pull out the black I absolutely refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzGrg-NcnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4hUZdTgMrCo/s1600-h/100_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzGrg-NcnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4hUZdTgMrCo/s320/100_1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304332912023138930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes when I paint I know what I'm feeling or what I'm going for in a painting. Most of the time I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzGUDXx7OI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2RkUxcZWUmI/s1600-h/100_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzGUDXx7OI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2RkUxcZWUmI/s320/100_1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304332508940332258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was definitely one of those times when I simply just wanted to paint and didn't know what was going to 'happen'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzGCAMAPPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tyE3X8Y--Wc/s1600-h/100_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzGCAMAPPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tyE3X8Y--Wc/s320/100_1277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304332198847986930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sometimes wish I wasn't such a thinker. I'm not okay with things that don't have an explanation, but most of the time the paintings that I do just make me feel good. I can't tell you want all of them mean or give you some deep philosophical reasoning behind them. Maybe we all need a nonsense release that maybe makes no since to others or even ourselves but somehow brings praise to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzFBLmSXUI/AAAAAAAAANw/u-Dok5WA0NM/s1600-h/100_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzFBLmSXUI/AAAAAAAAANw/u-Dok5WA0NM/s320/100_1280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304331085219519810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-5878098517714517395?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/5878098517714517395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=5878098517714517395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/5878098517714517395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/5878098517714517395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/02/progression-of-painting.html' title='Progression of a Painting'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZzHLQ4CH1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/1dDsFpbZfgU/s72-c/100_1273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4612831014111021402</id><published>2009-02-14T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:31:32.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZcbFL98vEI/AAAAAAAAANg/xITfFYzxnr8/s1600-h/heart_clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZcbFL98vEI/AAAAAAAAANg/xITfFYzxnr8/s200/heart_clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302736862177967170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Song of Solomon 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NKJV-17588" class="versenum" value="9"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;  You have ravished my heart,&lt;br /&gt; My sister, &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; spouse;&lt;br /&gt; You have ravished my heart&lt;br /&gt; With one &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt; With one link of your necklace.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;sup id="en-NKJV-17589" class="versenum" value="10"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;  How fair is your love,&lt;br /&gt; My sister, &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; spouse!&lt;br /&gt; How much better than wine is your love,&lt;br /&gt; And the scent of your perfumes&lt;br /&gt; Than all spices!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;sup id="en-NKJV-17590" class="versenum" value="11"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;  Your lips, O &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; spouse,&lt;br /&gt; Drip as the honeycomb;&lt;br /&gt; Honey and milk &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; under your tongue;&lt;br /&gt; And the fragrance of your garments&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Is&lt;/i&gt; like the fragrance of Lebanon.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;sup id="en-NKJV-17591" class="versenum" value="12"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;  A garden enclosed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Is&lt;/i&gt; my sister, &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; spouse,&lt;br /&gt; A spring shut up,&lt;br /&gt; A fountain sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for the way that you love me unconditionally. Thank you for being passionate about me, and seeing the beauty in me even when I cannot. Thank you for protecting and healing my heart with your amazing love! Thank you for pursuing me, My Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-zMu5OuJeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-zMu5OuJeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4612831014111021402?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4612831014111021402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4612831014111021402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4612831014111021402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4612831014111021402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SZcbFL98vEI/AAAAAAAAANg/xITfFYzxnr8/s72-c/heart_clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-2469788763644968111</id><published>2009-02-03T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:45:21.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Get Real</title><content type='html'>It feels like it's been awhile since I've been able to keep up with posting and my blog reading. I appreciate all of those that still sneak over my way though, and miss those that don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been rough lately. God's getting me through, but, like the title says, it's time for me to be real about some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been using the cold winter weather as an excuse to not work out, eat like crazy, and be lazy, and am completely unhappy with the way I feel physically. I don' think I've gained any weight- thank you Jesus, but I do think I've lost muscle and any kind of tone that I could previously find, but this week is a new week. Yes it's cold outside, yes I just want to lay around doing nothing but eating, but I'm so tired of feeling this way.. so, enough is enough. I've bought myself healthy snacks, am grounding myself from any computer time until the house is cleaned, and am going to work out as soon as I get home from work everyday --- even if it kills--- which it won't. Watch out world--- Starr's coming out of hibernation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Another big dramatic thing: this Sunday my son became a Big Brother. My ex-husband's girlfriend had a baby. I know, Wow! Now, I've had some months to wrap my mind around this and feel everything that I thought I needed to feel, but a few new emotions have come up the last couple of days. I know that I don't want to be haveing his baby and am thankful that the Lord set me free from an unhealthy marriage, and a broken covenant, but it's still weird to me that there is this whole other 'family' that includes my son, but doesn't include me. Matthew has been so excited about his little sister, and I have been so happy for him. It's just sad to me that he has this amazing new person in his life, that he loves, that I'm not a part of. I've always been excited about the day that I get to see Matthew as a big brother; reading his sibling a book, or holding him or her, or helping him or her learn to walk, but all this is happening without me.  I know that God has amazing plans for us, but right now it seems like his life with his dad is more complete, and ours is still broken. I feel the Lord working on my heart, reminding me of His promises to Me and Matthew, and laying His love upon me, but I guess somethings we just have to feel even if we don't want to. I guess it's just another weird dynamic to a split family. I am really proud of Matthew, and it has been a blessing to see the way he lights up when he talks about his little sister, and how excited he is when he gets to go and see her. I guess I do get to partake of some of Matthew stepping into this new role, it's just not what I had pictured, but again, I'm just being real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On a whole other topic, I'm suppose to lead a study this Thursday. It's really crazy to me how the Lord always sets these things up at the times where we feel like we have the least to offer. I guess that leaves Him getting all the glory, and us, hopefully, in the end having the testimony that He is in us, and that we know His voice. I am really praying that God would use me to be a blessing and a light right where I'm at even though it doesn't seem like the most beautiful of places, but I guess He is the Master of turning something not so good into something amazing--- at least that's what I've seen Him do in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for the crazy jumble post, but it's all I've got in me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;May God richly bless you, and meet with you right where you are at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-2469788763644968111?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/2469788763644968111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=2469788763644968111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2469788763644968111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2469788763644968111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-time-to-get-real.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Get Real'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4935182567192532828</id><published>2009-01-26T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:31:00.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, You Have My Heart</title><content type='html'>About a year ago I remember being in the shower and this song popping in my head. It was a song that I haven't sung or thought of in a really long time. This song was actually played during communion at my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when this song came in my head, I was like 'what is that doing there?' but the Lord had something He wanted me to see and to know. The song was 'Lord you Have my Heart' by Delirious. For days I had that song in my head.. it was like the Lord was whispering it to me over and over again until I could finally hear His message to me.&lt;br /&gt;That day that I made that covenant to my now ex husband I also made a covenant to the Lord and He, too, made one with me. I remember feeling the Holy Spirit come over me that day as I knelt at the alter worshiping to that song, with the honest desire to have God as Lord over me and my marriage, and for Him to have my heart. My marriage did not turn out the way I thought it would. Some how the enemy came and stole from my husband and stole from me, but for those that choose to fight, that choose to not give up, but to trust the Lord: their hearts remain His.  'My' heart remains the Lords!&lt;br /&gt;Even though that marriage covenant was broken my covenant with the Lord remains strong and eternal. His promise, protection, and unconditional love for me remains. The Lord knew my path. He knew the brokenness that would take place in my marriage, but He had and has a plan, a plan of restoration, a plan redemption, a plan of promise.....&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that the Lord has my heart. That I can trust Him with my hurt, and with my desires. I'm thankful for the covenant that He has made with me that is not breakable, but remains no matter when I'm in lack, or when I'm doubting, or when I'm afraid... His covenant love for me REMAINS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lord you have my heart and I will search for Yours!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpTxDpLN_V8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpTxDpLN_V8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4935182567192532828?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4935182567192532828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4935182567192532828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4935182567192532828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4935182567192532828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-you-have-my-heart.html' title='Lord, You Have My Heart'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-832357844613443316</id><published>2009-01-26T19:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:52:25.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Adventures in The South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5WpntYeoI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q2waGCdHeJs/s1600-h/100_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5WpntYeoI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q2waGCdHeJs/s320/100_0905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295765484868237954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has so far been one of those winters that I've been so happy to be in the south. I know we still have a little ways to go before we are safely in Spring months, but so far so good. I would say that we have only had a total of 2 weeks of really uncomfortable cold weather. These are some pics of Matthew and a friend that he found around Christmas time. Apparently his name is Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5WaMezcxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XSIvhwFDIfk/s1600-h/100_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5WaMezcxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XSIvhwFDIfk/s320/100_0902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295765219861295890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5V_xggY3I/AAAAAAAAANI/_mfaFiHkxzE/s1600-h/100_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5V_xggY3I/AAAAAAAAANI/_mfaFiHkxzE/s320/100_0901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295764765944079218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5Vnqkf3LI/AAAAAAAAANA/FLaRNJyA7tE/s1600-h/100_0904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5Vnqkf3LI/AAAAAAAAANA/FLaRNJyA7tE/s320/100_0904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295764351764913330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up in Missouri, I don't think I ever remember finding a lizard in December...... maybe I just wasn't looking hard enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-832357844613443316?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/832357844613443316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=832357844613443316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/832357844613443316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/832357844613443316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-adventures-in-south.html' title='Winter Adventures in The South'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SX5WpntYeoI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q2waGCdHeJs/s72-c/100_0905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6927405527345095022</id><published>2009-01-23T16:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:19:29.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing My True Colors</title><content type='html'>So, If I were to lay down all of my insecurities, all my excuses, and all my fears I would be able to call myself an artist, or at list give myself more time for that part of my heart. I don't know why it's so hard to devote the time to something I love. The times that I have chosen to spend my evenings with worship music playing and a paint brush in hand have always ended with more encouragement and something pleasing to look upon... even if only from my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXowPAtCXZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UJDw7Z8TBDs/s1600-h/Art4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXowPAtCXZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UJDw7Z8TBDs/s320/Art4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294597346372509074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to learn how to have the habit of art and to come to a place where I'm not disqualifying myself beforehand to create something lovely. That place where I'm free to put on canvas what's on my heart without fear of my own judgements or those of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXowIDmB3LI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MolkDR-Tcv0/s1600-h/Art3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXowIDmB3LI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MolkDR-Tcv0/s320/Art3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294597226889338034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to allow my creativity to bless others. I want the freedom to paint something, have a friends name pop in my head, and not hesitate to give them what I've painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXowDwwYfGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jVKg8Nd0jak/s1600-h/Art2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXowDwwYfGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jVKg8Nd0jak/s320/Art2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294597153113013346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to see this gift develop over time. I want to experience the joy of creating and worshiping my God through painting. I want to not hide my talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXov_ANs--I/AAAAAAAAAMg/0nFU8m3x_x4/s1600-h/Art1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXov_ANs--I/AAAAAAAAAMg/0nFU8m3x_x4/s320/Art1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294597071363177442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://theresa162.wordpress.com/"&gt;Theresa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for not letting me hide, and inspiring me to walk out who God has called me to be. To the rest of my sisters in Christ... thank you for excepting me, encouraging me, and  loving me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6927405527345095022?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6927405527345095022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6927405527345095022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6927405527345095022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6927405527345095022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/01/showing-my-true-colors.html' title='Showing My True Colors'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SXowPAtCXZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UJDw7Z8TBDs/s72-c/Art4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-8331164759610595499</id><published>2009-01-20T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:38:29.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way We Think</title><content type='html'>Left and right the subject of 'thought life' has been coming up around me. I really think this is something big the Lord would like me to understand: the way I think matters, the words I say matter, and being positive moves things more then being negative. There is a lie that I have believed for too long: that if I think of the worst thing that could happen- then if it happens I'll be prepared and maybe it won't hurt as bad, and if I don't have high expectations then I'll avoid disappointment. This is backwards thinking and only results in mediocrity of living and fear. The below statement has really helped me to learn how my way of thinking can be changed and in the most simple of terms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Success or failure in life is created by how you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Joshua 1:8 says "...but you shall meditate on the Word of God day and night...for THEN you shall make your way prosperous and THEN you shall have good SUCCESS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, renew our minds with your word. Let us Hope and Trust in You. Let us choose to think upon things that are pure, admirable, true, and praise worthy. Let us speak out words that encourage and bring life. Let us build up the people around us and even ourselves. Let us not doubt, but believe. Let us meditate on Your word, and establish it in our hearts and minds. Let our thoughts and words be a sweet smelling aroma to Your throne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-8331164759610595499?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/8331164759610595499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=8331164759610595499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8331164759610595499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8331164759610595499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-we-think.html' title='The Way We Think'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1700219944957824277</id><published>2009-01-07T12:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:34:00.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post on my BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SW6eA0HnKqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o_rNviyAom0/s1600-h/100_0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SW6eA0HnKqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o_rNviyAom0/s320/100_0357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291340349034670754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;a href="http://my12hats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; is leaving in 5 days. It looks like my last day with my dear friend is tomorrow. It has been such a blessing to watch this all unfold and God open doors and work out all the details.&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how stable and focused both her and her husband Brandon have been. They both obviously know that God is leading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one that is more cut out for moving across the world to pioneer out into a new ministry with a new baby on the way.&lt;br /&gt;I know that no one is more suited for this then them.&lt;br /&gt;I know that in a months time they will be adjusted to the snow, know there way to the nearest Coffee Shop, and be swallowing, without gagging, foods of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;I know that God is going to use them in amazing ways, and I know that this is going to be a blessing to their little growing family.&lt;br /&gt;I also know that they will all be greatly missed. I know that I will miss Brandy's phone calls-- just to chat, our random movie nights, and our trips to the coffee shop. I'll miss my shopping buddy who helps me spend more money then I think I should. I'll miss her when I'm shopping for a new couch and she's not with me to talk me into it because she knows that big purchases scare me. I'll miss hearing her tell me I'm thinking too much on those days that I totally am. I'll miss her reading my expressions and knowing when things are not right with me. I'll miss hearing her tell crazy Chloe stories. I'll miss Chloe in the background talking while me and Brandy are discussing the latest 'life news'.&lt;br /&gt;I could probably go on and on. There is so much I could say about my heart toward my dear friend. I'll end it all by saying that I love her to pieces... I'll be happy for her while she's there serving, growing, mothering, wifing, loving, aiming, blogging, singing, teaching and whatever else the Lord puts in her path to accomplish. I'll also be super excited to see her return with her beautiful family, that I know will have grown more in love with one another and with their God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a blessing to me Brandy. I will be praying for your family, and am so excited about what God has in store for you in South Korea. Oh, and no worries about tomorrow--- we don't have to cry and stuff (unless you want to), we can just give each other a hug and say 'see ya later friend!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To whom it may concern: I am in the market for a new BFF. You must be planning to stay in the US for at list the next year and be okay with being possible ditched when the old BFF returns. You can attach your resume and contact info in comments, but please know that you have a lot to measure up to. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Everyone go give my &lt;a href="http://my12hats.blogspot.com/"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt; some comment love, and be sure to check her out as she starts posting on her many South Korean adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1700219944957824277?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1700219944957824277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1700219944957824277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1700219944957824277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1700219944957824277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-on-my-bff.html' title='A Post on my BFF'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SW6eA0HnKqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o_rNviyAom0/s72-c/100_0357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1612885613375684432</id><published>2009-01-01T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:08:54.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>Whether you watched the ball drop on tv(or live at NY), slept in the New Year, or watched fireworks go off with your friends at midnight on New Years Eve, I hope you all truly had a blessed time bringing in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the New Year. I know that every morning we have a new day-- a new start if we need it, but somethings different about a new year. Something is so magical, exciting, and somewhat scary about not knowing what's coming. I don't have a clue what God has in store for this year, but I want to be expectant of His best and His perfect will in my life being full filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the Word New Years Day and some scriptures stuck out to me that I wanted to share with my on-line friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Psalm 1: 2 But his delight and desire are in the law of the Lord, and on His law (the precepts, the instructions, the teachings of God) he habitually meditates (ponders and studies) by day and by night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have a desire to read the entire Bible and to grow in my knowledge of the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Psalm 9: 1 I WILL praise You, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will show forth (recount and tell aloud) all Your marvelous works and wonderful deeds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2I will rejoice in You and be in high spirits; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that my life would be a testimony of the goodness of God to the people around me. I hope that, regardless of my circumstances, that I would live a life of praise and rejoicing in the Lord in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Psalm 29: 1 Give unto the LORD, O you mighty ones, Give unto the LORD glory and strength. 2 Give unto the LORD the glory due to His name; Worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that in 2009 that the Lord would continue to get all the glory in every area of me and Matthew's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God truly bless all of you and your families in 2009. May this year bring increase in Love, Health, Prosperity, and knowledge of our Amazing God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1612885613375684432?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1612885613375684432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1612885613375684432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1612885613375684432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1612885613375684432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!!!'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1845170628497908988</id><published>2008-12-27T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:30:08.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun and 'other' accomplishments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SVbUrOrMN1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/5Ls01DgAOms/s1600-h/100_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284645051904571218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SVbUrOrMN1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/5Ls01DgAOms/s320/100_0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew said that this was the best Christmas ever, and I must say that I completely agree!! I took the whole week off, and we spent tons of good quality time together. Now he is off with his dad, but this has given me a chance to clean up the house and finally finish this post that I actually started before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, on Tuesday I took care of my first thing on &lt;a href="http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/30-things-to-do-before-im-30-in-no.html"&gt;the list&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me!! Actually I kind of cheated:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that me and Matthew were going to the Georgia Aquarium prior to posting my list. I needed some things on the list that I knew were going to be accomplished and soon so that I would have some encouragement on the other things-- I know myself people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283634556309792418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SVM9opPS5qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0KZ9tfWafgw/s320/100_0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The Georgia Aquarium was so beautiful. We touched live shrimp, bonnet head sharks, sting rays, star fish, and sea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anemones&lt;/span&gt;. Fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283633914172622322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SVM9DRF3RfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/peW_tev-0bc/s320/100_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I hope you all had a very blessed Christmas with your families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1845170628497908988?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1845170628497908988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1845170628497908988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1845170628497908988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1845170628497908988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-fun-and-other-accomplishments.html' title='Christmas Fun and &apos;other&apos; accomplishments'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SVbUrOrMN1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/5Ls01DgAOms/s72-c/100_0704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6418538419222050308</id><published>2008-12-21T17:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:54:21.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Things to do before I'm 30 (in no particular order)</title><content type='html'>I didn't know what a realist I was until I started working on this list. I have though always known that I fear not finishing what I start so much of the time I don't start anything at all. Well, I would like to be a dreamer and definitely would like to be more goal oriented then I currently am. This list is to inspire me to do that. Now I will state that these are 'goals' meaning my goal is to accomplish them by the time I'm 30, but I'm going to give myself grace on this and what I don't finish I guess will be carried on to the next list.&lt;br /&gt;I figured this post would be a good inspiration to complete the things on my list by giving me something interesting to post about periodically, and by allowing you good people to cheer me on and hold me accountable to finish what I started.&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to a beach I have not been to before.&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a new couch. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONE February 10, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get my passport.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post this list in my bedroom were I can see it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play with bubbles with my nephew and nieces.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.georgiaaquarium.org/"&gt;Atlanta Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-fun-and-other-accomplishments.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DONE Dec. 23, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Excavate dinosaur bones with Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;8. Make an art journal.&lt;br /&gt;9 Cook something new.&lt;br /&gt;10. Visit and photograph 2 waterfalls in one day.&lt;br /&gt;11. Travel outside of the USA.&lt;br /&gt;12.Explore a castle I have never been to before.&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to the Fish House.&lt;br /&gt;14. Photograph 10 random red things.&lt;br /&gt;15. Find a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horned_lizard"&gt;horny toad &lt;/a&gt;with Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;16. Pick strawberries at &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonfarms.net/"&gt;Washington Farms&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;17. Go on a date.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Done: Dec 28, 2008(none ya business)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Run a 5K.&lt;br /&gt;19. Ride on a hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;20.Learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;21.Read the entire Bible.&lt;br /&gt;22. Meet one of my blog readers that I have never met before.&lt;br /&gt;23. Sew curtains for Matthew's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;24. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.cumberlandisland.org/"&gt;Cumberland Island&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;a href="http://donate.wvus.org/OA_HTML/xxwv2DoChildSearch.jsp?cmp=AFC-1275330&amp;amp;go=sponsor&amp;amp;xxwvCampaign=%3Cbr"&gt;Sponsor&lt;/a&gt; a child overseas.&lt;br /&gt;26. Give away gifts to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;27. Rent, and vacation, at a beach house.&lt;br /&gt;28. Go sledding with Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;29. Visit my family in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;30. Paint, and give away, 3 paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How long do you have?' you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have until April 28, 2010. Should be plenty of time.......... God willing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6418538419222050308?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6418538419222050308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6418538419222050308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6418538419222050308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6418538419222050308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/30-things-to-do-before-im-30-in-no.html' title='30 Things to do before I&apos;m 30 (in no particular order)'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-8853003441706563737</id><published>2008-12-17T17:09:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:48:21.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>Here it is for your viewing pleasure. This, my friends, is what a Ginger Bread House looks like when 3 boys are the constructors. Matthew had two of his neighborhood friends come over and help. They sure did have a lot of fun!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280886127924757506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUl59Do-RAI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wsb0pSg5-6U/s320/100_0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think they could have done better, but they were more interested in eating the candy. I might have felt the same way at nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUl7ns1t06I/AAAAAAAAALw/-jVYlzFnSm4/s1600-h/100_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280887960050193314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUl7ns1t06I/AAAAAAAAALw/-jVYlzFnSm4/s200/100_0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the Ginger Bread House is done, the tree is decorated, and the presents are wrapped and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strategically&lt;/span&gt; placed under the tree, the only thing left is to try to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descent&lt;/span&gt; picture of Matthew to send out for cards. This, so far, is the kind of picture my son is posing for--yes, that is an ornament in his nose! I don't know what I'm going to do!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess we all could use a good jolly laugh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-8853003441706563737?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/8853003441706563737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=8853003441706563737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8853003441706563737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8853003441706563737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/masterpiece.html' title='The Masterpiece'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUl59Do-RAI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wsb0pSg5-6U/s72-c/100_0403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-2881106041394160768</id><published>2008-12-16T14:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:26:54.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; is having us tell our favorite Christmas traditions.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest: I feel like me and Matthew need to work on that. I mean every year we take our traditional drive to look at Christmas lights, Christmas Eve he gets to open one present of my choosing, and every Christmas morning stockings are stuffed to full (and sometimes overflowing) capasity, but this year I want to start some new things:&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and I read a story in a book the other day about a family that does a treasure hunt on Christmas morning and we decided to try that this year. I will hide one of his and leave a letter to the first clue under the tree and he's going to do the same. Knowing Matthew he will get SO excited that he will tell me right where mine is at-- we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;We also plan to make a Ginger Bread House together which is something my mom usually did when we were kids. Matthew is so concerned about sitting it out and not being able to eat any of it. I've promised him that there will be extra for munching.&lt;br /&gt;I've also always wanted us to make a sign that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You've Won This Year's Starr &amp;amp; Matthew Best Lights Award!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and post it in someones yard with a gift card or something while looking at Christmas lights. This is a tradition that I hope to start this year.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly though my hope this year is for me and Matthew to glorify God - to not let The Reason for The Season be missed in all this businesses and create memories that also remind us of the Goodness of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go over and check out some other Favorite Traditions on &lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/"&gt;Kim's Blog &lt;/a&gt;and post one of your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/2008/11/blog-party-tuesdays.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-2881106041394160768?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/2881106041394160768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=2881106041394160768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2881106041394160768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2881106041394160768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-kim-is-having-us-tell-our.html' title='Favorite Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-5639660285070466193</id><published>2008-12-15T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:22:00.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for a pearl</title><content type='html'>For those of us that have experienced a loss before, whether that be from a loved one dieing, a divorce, or someone special moving away, I think there is always that point were reality hits and you finally realize that that person is gone and is not coming back. Honestly, I had to go through quit a few of those times during the process of my divorce. Allowing those times to come, along with the pain, made room for healing and a final excitement about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those realization times has been coming to mind lately. About two and a half years ago I was with a friend and in need of some encouragement. She prayed for me and then felt lead to tell me this &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/ST8RgrRnR7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_L0qM7mN8Ro/s1600-h/rh60425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277956541371598770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/ST8RgrRnR7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_L0qM7mN8Ro/s200/rh60425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a fake pair of pearls. She loved these pearls and wore them everyday, but one day her Daddy came to her and asked her if she would give him the pearls. She of course said no. She loved her pearls and couldn't bare to part with them. Her Daddy continued day after day to ask her for them, but she continued to say 'No!' Her Dad had told her that if she gave him those pearls that he had something very special he wanted to give to her. One evening the little girl began to think about how much she loved her pearls, but also about how much she loved and trusted her Father. The very next day she gave those fake pearls to her Dad and immediately he handed her the most beautiful pearl necklace she had ever seen, but there was something other then it's beauty that was different about this these pearls ---- they were REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot lately about the 'real' pearls God has blessed me with. How through this I have come to have more intimacy with a 'real' God who, in the process, has taught me how to be the 'real' me.&lt;br /&gt;There is, though, a pearl I have not yet gained. A pearl that I hope will some day be a husband that God has orchestrated in my life the 'real' way God has called love and marriage to be, but I'm okay with the wait (well, not always, but today I am) because I know that 'real' pearls take a while to form. They require a lot of time and friction to develop into something lovely, and during that time the pearl is completely hidden from view. So, when I look around and see nothing, or no one, I try to remember this about 'real' pearls. I also try to remember that it really must take an act of God to find a pearl-- I mean the oceans pretty dang big! So, that leaves me just trusting the Daddy that has always been trustworthy, and I bet, if He knows the number of hairs on my head that He also knows right where my pearl is and He'll bring it to me right on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-5639660285070466193?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/5639660285070466193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=5639660285070466193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/5639660285070466193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/5639660285070466193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoping-for-pearl.html' title='Hoping for a pearl'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/ST8RgrRnR7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_L0qM7mN8Ro/s72-c/rh60425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7215559062427324294</id><published>2008-12-12T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:46:57.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth--- or....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUKU8WfXkaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5qGZDQg9KzQ/s1600-h/m_ce84c6871bf2238000240a1ded50f362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278945477781852578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUKU8WfXkaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5qGZDQg9KzQ/s200/m_ce84c6871bf2238000240a1ded50f362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....one of &lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/2008/12/weekend-giveaway-aprons-aprons-aprons.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; very stylish aprons made by &lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;. Check out what she's got going on. You know you'll be spending some time in the kitchen around Christmas-- may as well look good in there, and hey, if you feel the urge you can buy me the Ruffly one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7215559062427324294?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7215559062427324294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7215559062427324294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7215559062427324294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7215559062427324294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-my-two.html' title='All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth--- or....'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUKU8WfXkaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5qGZDQg9KzQ/s72-c/m_ce84c6871bf2238000240a1ded50f362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3362255771200923225</id><published>2008-12-11T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:25:36.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll go back....... someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUEnENydLNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WxdksG5oR2U/s1600-h/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278543191629180114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUEnENydLNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WxdksG5oR2U/s320/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom took the four of us kids to the grand canyon when I was a teenager. I don't think I appreciated it as much as I should have as a teen, but I do remember thinking that it's, well, grand. I absolutely love roadtrips, but wasn't sure that I would ever make my way back to the Grand Canyon until I saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUEoar7QeII/AAAAAAAAAKk/ACAE15_x3k8/s1600-h/m_ce84c6871bf2238000240a1ded50f362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278544677187909762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUEoar7QeII/AAAAAAAAAKk/ACAE15_x3k8/s200/m_ce84c6871bf2238000240a1ded50f362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUEoTv5Wz1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5IOiro8zV1Y/s1600-h/100_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278544557994594130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUEoTv5Wz1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5IOiro8zV1Y/s200/100_1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much decided that me and my son must have pictures of us walking on this skyline! This is so super cool!!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this post is not to announce that we are jumping on a plane this week to fly to Arizona, but I simply just wanted to let you know so that if in 10 years you see me you can ask-- 'have you went back to the Grand Canyon yet?' and if I say no-- you can remind me that this is a place that I need to go and hopefully in 10 years I will have no excuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUEoTv5Wz1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5IOiro8zV1Y/s1600-h/100_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3362255771200923225?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3362255771200923225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3362255771200923225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3362255771200923225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3362255771200923225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-ill-go-back-someday.html' title='I think I&apos;ll go back....... someday'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SUEnENydLNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WxdksG5oR2U/s72-c/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7634960506231294489</id><published>2008-12-09T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:38:54.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite's Party- Kid Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/2008/11/blog-party-tuesdays.html"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="favorites-party" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/3040268052_cd1ea39ef8_o.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/2008/11/blog-party-tuesdays.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh wow, th&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/ST50MAuxCLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HLGNa6Gb8DY/s1600-h/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277783563028203698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/ST50MAuxCLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HLGNa6Gb8DY/s200/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ere is some many one liners I could tell you about, or crazy stunts he has pulled. I could tell you about his attempts at break dancing, beat boxing, wiggling his ears, or standing on his head. I could even show you some funny faces that he makes-- which is embarrassing because most of them he gets from me!! I could tell you about the time I found earth worms in his pocket or his obsession with being Clark Kent. Hmmmmm-- I guess I will just leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Matthew was maybe four we all enjoyed watching The Crocodile Hunter. Matthew loved the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/ST5w1il_9aI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LNJpe4YWWDo/s1600-h/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277779878446364066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/ST5w1il_9aI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LNJpe4YWWDo/s200/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;animals and Steve Irwin was Matthew's hero. Well, one day we were in a toy store; me and his dad were just talking as we walked past this giant stuffed crocodile of which we didn't even notice until our son jumped on top of it, rapped his legs around it, and began rolling all over the place; wrestling the poor thing into submission--- as much as you can a stuffed croc. I think the funny thing about it was how serious Matthew was. He wasn't laughing at all, but just doing his Crocodile Hunter duty. We really got a big laugh out of that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7634960506231294489?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7634960506231294489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7634960506231294489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7634960506231294489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7634960506231294489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorites-party-kid-stories.html' title='Favorite&apos;s Party- Kid Stories'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/ST50MAuxCLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HLGNa6Gb8DY/s72-c/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-385991710273390101</id><published>2008-12-06T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:57:06.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally Feeling the Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>Last night I hung Christmas lights on the front porch, and today me and Matthew decorated the Christmas tree. My heart is finally starting to catch up with the joy of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make; I tend to take a little longer then some to get excited about Christmas. A lot of the hustle and bustle stresses me out, being away from family makes me feel lonely, and the cold makes me want to find a warm bed and sleep until the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't worry, because of my awesome son and because of The Reason for the season it always comes together and we always end up having a very Merry Christmas, and this one I plan on being especially great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt; pics of our Christmas tree. Personally, I absolutely love real trees, especially the smell of the&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STscLmwhRII/AAAAAAAAAJs/cyj9xRW65mI/s1600-h/100_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276842374102860930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STscLmwhRII/AAAAAAAAAJs/cyj9xRW65mI/s200/100_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m, but I have some stereotypes and one of them is that it is 'mans work' to cut down the tree, drag it down the stairs, and set it up in that tree stand doohickey (I know you are super disappointed mom-- I'm not as strong as you apparently-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;), but this year there is not a big burly man to help with a tree even though Matthew has grown quit a bit this year. So, we will stick to the fake one.--- I'm considering sneaking some Pine Car Air Fresheners in there for added effect, and I've learned over the last couple of years that the ticket to fake trees is to put double the ornaments and garland to fill it all in, especially if you have a lower-end one like I do. Either way I'm happy with our officially '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmassy&lt;/span&gt;' house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you put your Christmas Tree up yet? Real or Fake? Does the whole &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STscnTfjpHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BhXpOsdjEKY/s1600-h/100_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276842849967776882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STscnTfjpHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BhXpOsdjEKY/s200/100_0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family deco&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STsbybOgtUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vsxM4A9KOXg/s1600-h/100_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276841941510698306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STsbybOgtUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vsxM4A9KOXg/s200/100_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rate the tree at your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-385991710273390101?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/385991710273390101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=385991710273390101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/385991710273390101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/385991710273390101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-finally-feeling-christmas-spirit.html' title='I&apos;m Finally Feeling the Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STscLmwhRII/AAAAAAAAAJs/cyj9xRW65mI/s72-c/100_0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-591651443799957181</id><published>2008-12-05T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:27:12.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Entertainment--Rated G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STntw5y3CVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CwpMPsZWKyw/s1600-h/100_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276509862844893522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STntw5y3CVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CwpMPsZWKyw/s200/100_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510251101082306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STnuHgKWUsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aLOOmcm5kIQ/s200/100_0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276513289931708706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STnw4YsB2SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NxXwKdyWPJs/s200/100_0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-591651443799957181?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/591651443799957181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=591651443799957181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/591651443799957181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/591651443799957181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-night-entertainment-rated-g.html' title='Friday Night Entertainment--Rated G'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STntw5y3CVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CwpMPsZWKyw/s72-c/100_0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-2787872357382661767</id><published>2008-12-03T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:05:25.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed Favorites Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I had some Internet problems last night, but really wanted to still post my 'favorite' anyways. Sorry about not having Mr Linky &lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/"&gt;Kim,&lt;/a&gt; I am fairly computer illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite present is actually not one that I received but actually a present Matthew got at his last birthday. This singing dog has become quit a fun fixture in our home. Randomly Matthew will bring it in the room I'm in, sit it down, and push the button. A couple of weeks ago I was still asleep and Matthew came in and layed the singing dog next to me. Later that day he was in the shower and I snuck in the bathroom and sat him on the counter to sing to Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;This little dog has become a fun/silly way that we tell each other 'I love you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUDUfjfsejc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUDUfjfsejc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/2008/11/blog-party-tuesdays.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-2787872357382661767?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/2787872357382661767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=2787872357382661767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2787872357382661767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2787872357382661767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-missed-favorites-tuesday.html' title='I missed Favorites Tuesday'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4414781411031525302</id><published>2008-12-01T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:44:17.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With More Gadgets Comes Greater Responsibility</title><content type='html'>I did it. I camped out at Office Depot, survived the cold weather and snoring stranger sleeping next to me, and escaped with a steal on a laptop and digital camera-- Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I will say one thing for sure. Sleeping on that sidewalk (actually 'attempting' to sleep) really made me thankful for not being homeless. Sleeping on the streets is AWFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I did get a good deal, and don't plan on doing it again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my first proof of the digital camera purchase. Here, for your viewing pleasure, is a picture of me after my night in the Office Depot parking lot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274998154322834050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STSO34tA8oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uKaRCzEAbuA/s200/Starr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll confess that I had taken pictures that looked a lot worst, but I believe that this one still reflects that it was rough with out me looking too awfully disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sleeping most of my day away on friday and playing on my laptop ALL day (and I do mean all day) Saturday I have decided that I need a timer for myself-- I definitely need a limit, and I'm proud to say that I have implemented that the last couple of days and it has done me and my household good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275000225044065010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STSQwavbavI/AAAAAAAAAI8/z9DICIotvtk/s200/Starr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm excited about being able to spend more time on my posts and being able to read other's blogs at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please tell me how you manage your computer time at home without robbing time from family, chores, and the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4414781411031525302?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4414781411031525302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4414781411031525302' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4414781411031525302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4414781411031525302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-more-gadgets-comes-greater.html' title='With More Gadgets Comes Greater Responsibility'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/STSO34tA8oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uKaRCzEAbuA/s72-c/Starr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4202920084272594632</id><published>2008-11-21T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:02:34.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singletonville Episode 5 -  It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Being single has not really been a topic that I currently want to discuss-- well not in specific terms-- I would rather be skirting around this topic, but here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single has not always met being in waiting. I have been single now for 3 years and 5 months. It has only been a little over a year that I have wanted something more-- hint hint-- a husband. Now I won't be to upfront about this desire because frankly it's intense and may scare any single blog reading gents away, but will say I have a lot to learn about how to deal with this and how to wait on the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord reminded me this morning of a past situation where I had to wait, and in the end it paid off in an amazing way.&lt;br /&gt;In Nov. 2007 my car broke down. I was driving a 96 Ford Excort. Now I could list off a lot of very humorous problems that I had with this car, but I'll just leave it at 'I had to start it with a screw driver'. Now when this car broke down I knew that I did not want to put a lot of money into fixing it. It obviously was following apart-- very obviously- so I decided to let it go, but I had no money and therefore no transportation. As I was leaving the bank, after finding out about car payments and such for a loan, I received a phone call. It was a friend of mine from church offering to let me use a car that no one in their family was currently driving. Now I had told the Lord that if He did not want me to get a loan (that honestly would have been hard to pay off) that He would have to provide transportation for me while I saved up money to buy a car. That call was an answer to prayer. They told me that I could borrow that car for 6 months so I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SSa7LP4sFaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vuSVh0NcyFg/s1600-h/m_ce84c6871bf2238000240a1ded50f362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271106215801001378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SSa7LP4sFaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vuSVh0NcyFg/s200/m_ce84c6871bf2238000240a1ded50f362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really couldn't pass that up--- even though I REALLY wanted to buy a new car! Come March of 2008 I had saved up about $4,000 which would have helped me to purchase a car a step up from the Escort, but God was doing something unexpected. That same month I had someone come to me with a check for $5,000 that Jesus had told them to give to me!!! Another blessing in all this was that I work for a company that gives their agents Ford Five Hundreds and then resales them to company employees at below cost. So I was able to purchase one of these very nice vehicles at $3,000 below blue book and still have money in the bank!!!&lt;br /&gt;God was more then enough, and blessed me more then what I had even asked for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to pull this all together. When I was driving this car home after waiting and praying for a new car for a while I realized how much it was worth the wait, and with anything in my life I would rather have the Ford 500's in life then the latter that I could supply with my own strength. Mr. Ford 500 will come along in my life right when God has ordained it, and it will be worth the waiting and way better then anything I could make happen on my own. God has already proven Himself to be THAT GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord teach us how to patiently wait on Your best, and trust Your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, help my Mr. Ford 500 wait on You and allow You to direct his path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4202920084272594632?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4202920084272594632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4202920084272594632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4202920084272594632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4202920084272594632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/11/singletonville-episode-5-its-been.html' title='Singletonville Episode 5 -  It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SSa7LP4sFaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vuSVh0NcyFg/s72-c/m_ce84c6871bf2238000240a1ded50f362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-239590470868437925</id><published>2008-11-19T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:48:16.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 553px" height="574" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/M/storage/site1/files/48/52/52/485252_61618790434294w9ib0x02.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"&gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"&gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"&gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"&gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyNzEwOTM4NjcwMyZwdD*xMjI3MTA5NDAxMTU2JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89Yzk3OTA4MmNlYWQwNDVjNGI4NDI5NTJiN2E*NmYyZjc=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so weird, and I'm not sure I agree with any of them, but I wanted to post something today and came up brain dead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who do you think you look like? Has anyone ever told you you look like someone famous?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been told twice that I look like Drew Barrymore (I don't think I agree with that either) -- funny that she didn't come up on mine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-239590470868437925?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/239590470868437925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=239590470868437925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/239590470868437925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/239590470868437925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-8632445221621099791</id><published>2008-11-13T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:50:03.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, did I say 'my' ways are better than Yours?</title><content type='html'>How many times have you told your children (or child) I'll do that, or let me take care of that- just to have them do it anyways and make a huge mess? For example: the pouring of the milk-- any mom knows about this one. It's breakfast time. Your child wants Fruit Loops and sneaks into the kitchen unnoticed. You walk into the kitchen to find he/she looking up at you with those big beautiful eyes and saying 'I just wanted to help' as milk spreads all over the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then there's the 'I can dress myself!!' Go ahead and take a seat parents, because this could take awhile. Oh, and make sure that you are near by because most likely they will need to be caught as they fall backwards trying to pull on those jeans, or they may need some help untangling their head from that hole that seems WAY to small in that shirt they are so desperately trying to pull on.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my son is nine so (Thank God) he is fairly capable of pouring his own cereal and milk and handles dressing in the morning pretty good, but that doesn't mean he's exempt from all this. Lately he thanks he can carry in ALL the groceries and don't get me wrong I so appreciate the help, but when he is determined to carry 10 bags on each arm down 20 stairs to our duplex I have to protest-- Yes you have big muscles Matthew, and yes I appreciate the help, but just let me get some PLEASEEEE. 'Why the pleading' you ask--- well, have you ever picked up scattered groceries from your front lawn? Yeah, I didn't think so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super blessed that my son wants to help, and yes there are many things he can do and needs to do to develop his independence and skills, but there are so many things that I am perfectly okay with helping him on. I wonder how many things right now I am trying to do on my own that the Lord is saying-- 'honey, let me handle this pleeease'&lt;br /&gt;And what does my "no thank you, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; can do it &lt;strong&gt;myself"&lt;/strong&gt; really mean?&lt;br /&gt;The way I grip certain things and refuse to surrender them to the Father may be a petition to prove my capabilities, but even so-- what does God expect us to prove to Him?, or maybe, just maybe, I don't trust Him. Maybe I think that I want things my way, and His way will be too hard or too long or too whatever,&lt;br /&gt;oh, but look at the messes--- so many messes I have made, so many things I have made WAY harder then they really have to be and all the while He's saying&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to help you&lt;br /&gt;or even better&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to handle this for you Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to come to a place where I can hear Him clearly when He says -- this one is 100% for Me to handle. Wow!! How much easier would my life be-- how much more peaceful and joyful!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that there are hard things that sometimes we have to walk out with Him-- my divorce was one of them-- believe me, I understand those times, but why the heck would we walk out something that He wants to take care of Himself? There are enough things He has called us to use these muscles on-- I don't want to waste them on things that He has asked me to surrender and just trust! Especially those things that I have no control over in the first place even though I still am looking for a way to &lt;em&gt;pour out this impossibly heavy thing of milk&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;put these cloths on that simply don't fit&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;carry that heavy load that is WAY to big for me to carry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever 'it' may be I just simply what the discernment to know when to walk it out and carry it with Him and when to just let Him have it ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ways are WAY better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;Let me say that one more time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS WAYS ARE WAY BETTER THAN MINE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-8632445221621099791?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/8632445221621099791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=8632445221621099791' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8632445221621099791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8632445221621099791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops-did-i-say-my-ways-are-better-than.html' title='Oops, did I say &apos;my&apos; ways are better than Yours?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7604523377448735680</id><published>2008-10-31T10:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:27:03.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Anyone out there scared of hope or scared of wanting something and the chance of not getting it?&lt;br /&gt;I know that one of the things God wants me free from that has been really hard for me is the fear of disappointment-- this fear will always keep us from hoping and believing for God's best for our lives. This fear will keep us living in mediocrity and thinking that it's just the way things are. This fear causes us to grow frozen when a desire in our heart explodes out and we can't seem to get rid of it. This fear results in much frustration when there is something God wants us to hope for, but we result in fighting against that something because we don't want to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah! I HATE this fear. I hate it that on some days I feel like this fear owns me. I hate it that I know that there are things God has called me to hope for, but this fear causes me to give those things up at times.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 43: 23 says: "Then you will know that I am the LORD; those who hope in me will not be disappointed."&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder how much God's people are missing out on because we don't believe Him and trust His word.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have all seen disappointment, and I know at times I have blamed the Lord for mine, but based on His word-- we do NOT find disappointment in Him when we are willing to Hope in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Isaiah 54 vs 4 the Lord says "Do not be afraid; you will not suffer shame. Do not fear disgrace; you will not be humiliated. You will forget the shame of your youth and remember no more the reproach of your widowhood."&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this verse he asks a person to expand their tent pegs knowing that they had no family to put in this tent. God was asking for hope, a hope that even birthed action in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has asked me to hope, and the action in standing with Him in this hope is prayer-- that is the tent that will make room for his promises and His expansion in my life. Is there risk-- only risk that things won't end up exactly like 'I' have determined, but that risk is minimized when I find that He is my guarantee. I have a guarantee in His goodness, in His love, that He does what He says He is going to do, and that those that Hope in Him will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope deferred makes the heart sick, and I don't like being sick, but I would much rather be sick for a time, and believe God then ignore His voice and miss out because of fear!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I also know that He is so good to help us in our waiting and hoping, to send His words of encouragement and peace on the journey. He has compassion and knows that some things are really scary to believe for, and has sufficient grace to help us to stand.&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Jessi said to me yesterday 'if he cares about what you will eat and what cloths you will wear how much more the ache of your heart'. I am so thankful that He does care and that He won't disappoint. I'm also thankful that no matter how hard I have tried to push hope away that He continues to bring it back up again-- even through my kicking, screaming, and fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I choose to hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=130&amp;amp;verse=7&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Psalm 130:7&lt;/a&gt; O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, for with the LORD is unfailing love and with him is full redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=147&amp;amp;verse=11&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Psalm 147:11&lt;/a&gt; the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=24&amp;amp;chapter=13&amp;amp;verse=12&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Proverbs 13:12&lt;/a&gt; Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=24&amp;amp;chapter=23&amp;amp;verse=18&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Proverbs 23:18&lt;/a&gt; There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7604523377448735680?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7604523377448735680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7604523377448735680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7604523377448735680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7604523377448735680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-of-disappointment.html' title='Fear of Disappointment'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-8778441302391201657</id><published>2008-10-30T08:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:11:10.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday-- I mean Thanksgiving is coming!!</title><content type='html'>Why do they call it Black Friday anyways? I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been super excited about this Thanksgiving primarily because of the day after-- turkey's good people but discounted electronics is exciting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQmwP1p46vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/B-JxmoaKwBk/s1600-h/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262931425706437362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQmwP1p46vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/B-JxmoaKwBk/s200/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the plan is to camp out at Best Buy with my Pro Best Buy Camper Friend &lt;a href="http://my12hats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandy.&lt;/a&gt; Now I haven't had the privilege of joining her in this adventure yet, but that is the plan for this year. I have been scrimping, saving, and studying up for the grand purchases of one of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or any good digital camera, because I am one of the only Americans who does not have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want one of these &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQmwknPJfsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j9B-FQKg9tY/s1600-h/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262931782613434050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQmwknPJfsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j9B-FQKg9tY/s200/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I don't know much about digital cameras or laptops.&lt;br /&gt;Any advice? Which ones would you recommend? What do I stay clear of? What is a 'must have' when it comes to digital cameras or laptops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would so appreciate any expertize you may have.&lt;br /&gt;We've only got a couple of weeks left, and I would love to testify afterward of the great deals I find via post on my new laptop (including pics from my new digital camera (thank you Jesus)) later in the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-8778441302391201657?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/8778441302391201657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=8778441302391201657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8778441302391201657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8778441302391201657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-friday-i-mean-thanksgiving-is.html' title='Black Friday-- I mean Thanksgiving is coming!!'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQmwP1p46vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/B-JxmoaKwBk/s72-c/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1469132829618947881</id><published>2008-10-29T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:08:16.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't want to wake up this morning!</title><content type='html'>I had this dream last night that is completely distracting me today!!&lt;br /&gt;In my dream there was this man and he was totally in love with me. I mean like REALLLLY in love with me, and I loved him too. It was just such a feel good dream! (N&lt;em&gt;othing dirty peeps- keep your head out of the gutter.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been loved the way I was loved in this dream, except by Jesus, of course, and I just want to think about it and think about it, because it was so fun being with this person. I feel lost in lala land.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone relate? How much do your dreams distract you? How much focus or thought do you put into the dreams you have? I believe God can give a person dreams; How do you determine whether a dream is from God or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1469132829618947881?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1469132829618947881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1469132829618947881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1469132829618947881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1469132829618947881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-want-to-wake-up-this-morning.html' title='I didn&apos;t want to wake up this morning!'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-5509138772041273342</id><published>2008-10-24T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:22:19.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQHcrbhVQvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H7NnLnDDCKo/s1600-h/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260728478425498354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQHcrbhVQvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H7NnLnDDCKo/s320/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a testimony of the Lord's goodness everyday. He has truly been so good to me, but today I would like to take you back to the testimony of 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This testimony is about a young lady, not yet 18 years old. A girl with bleach blond hair, and empty blue eyes. This girl is about as far from God as a girl could be: strung out on drugs and in a very unhealthy relationship. She's on a bus heading south alone. She left school 4 credits from graduating, and a family that loved her. With only $15 in her pockets, and a backpack full of cloths she stepped onto the Grey Hound of Escape. She was leaving for 'love'. A counterfeit love, but still the only love she new.&lt;br /&gt;How could she be found? She was so far from the light, so far from truth. How could any good come out of such rebellion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:&lt;br /&gt;7 Where can I go from your Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;Where can I flee from your presence?&lt;br /&gt;8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if I make my bed in the depths, you are there&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if I settle on the far side of the sea&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;10 even there your hand will guide me,&lt;br /&gt;your right hand will hold me fast.&lt;br /&gt;11 If I say, "&lt;strong&gt;Surely the darkness will hide me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the light become night around me&lt;/strong&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;&lt;br /&gt;the night will shine like the day,&lt;br /&gt;for darkness is as light to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far from home, and so far from truth, this little girl (trapped in a young woman's body) would find her salvation.&lt;br /&gt;John 1: 46"Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?" Nathanael asked. "Come and see," said Philip.&lt;br /&gt;Can anything good come from a little girl running away from home and school? Can anything good come from someone choosing to heap themselves in drugs to escape? Can anything good come from two men robbing a mans house? 'Hmmm, where did that come from?' you ask.&lt;br /&gt;In the depths, a Hand reached down through a door that was opened through the most unlikely circumstances. Two men robbing a house resulted in an invitation to church. Much could be said about the details of this story, but we shall keep it simple for the testimony bares witness regardless. Needless to say even in the midst of wrong company God came down to save.&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday following the robbery that young girl walked into a place she had never known before, actually even more then that, an atmosphere she's never felt before. She walked into a church filled with the presence of God. She could not comprehend the raised hands, the smiles or tears on other faces, or the elaborate songs of praise coming out of so many mouths.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know why, but she wanted to weep, either that or run-- how could one take in such a presence-- such a presence of love. Is this how it was suppose to feel?&lt;br /&gt;A call was made for changed life, for forgiveness, for salvation. She felt the ropes of love pulling her to stand-- and up she went, but immediately she sat back down.--- 'I don't need this' she thought, 'I'm fine'. As the pastor continued to pray and the rest of the church interceded for the girl that showed such a struggling desire for Jesus, He pulled tighter-- rappin&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQHc1NoKC7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6KiIWA24fnM/s1600-h/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260728646494718898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQHc1NoKC7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6KiIWA24fnM/s320/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g her in His love-- who could resist? She couldn't, and on that day (May 24, 1998) salvation came out of the darkness, and she was never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think sometimes we all need a reminder of exactly how big our God is. He is not held back by the darkness of this age. The people that we fear cannot be reached I can guarantee that He can reach them. I know for a fact because He found this little girl, named Starr, in the most unlikely place, and reached down DEEEEEEEP to rescue her!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-5509138772041273342?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/5509138772041273342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=5509138772041273342' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/5509138772041273342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/5509138772041273342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-testimony-of-lords-goodness.html' title='Out of the Darkness'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SQHcrbhVQvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H7NnLnDDCKo/s72-c/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4034708754234539312</id><published>2008-10-24T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:06:53.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty Blog</title><content type='html'>Thanks &lt;a href="http://theresa162.wordpress.com/2008/10/23/honesty-blog/"&gt;Theresa&lt;/a&gt; for voting me in on one of your Honest Webloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Honest things about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I've eaten cat food before when I was little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I have never been out of the country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I'm scared of small spaces, and often have dreams that I'm in a room with a really small door that I'm scared to go through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I was not born in a hospital, but at home in my moms bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I am an artist-- though it makes me really uncomfortable to call myself that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I love sneezing!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I absolutely hate doing the dishes, which may be because I've been doing them since I was 5. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Part of me wants to speak on a stage someday, but a big part of me really doesn't. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. I have a dream of being proposed to on a hot air balloon someday-- if you guys ever meet my future husband drop him a hint. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. I cry almost everyday on my way to work while listening to worship music in my car. (fyi: it's not like a weeping sob, but really more like I just tear up)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4034708754234539312?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4034708754234539312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4034708754234539312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4034708754234539312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4034708754234539312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/honesty-blog.html' title='Honesty Blog'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7191010246323011288</id><published>2008-10-21T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:25:30.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters Passed Through Prison Bars</title><content type='html'>Many of the people in my life are going through hard times right now; in fact 'hard times' may be an understatement. Just last night I heard two of my dear friends describe this time as sitting in a room with all the lights turned off-- grasping walls for the light switch, but one thing else was acknowledged- we are not in that room alone, but the Lord sits in there with us; seeing things that only He can see.(&lt;em&gt;Psalm 139:12 even the darkness will not be dark to You; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to You&lt;/em&gt;.) He is there making sure that all ends result to His Glory.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has amazed me, as seeing these sisters go through the dark, is the encouragement that has still been overflowing out of them even in the midst of their 'chains for Christ'. I have watched a set of 'Pauls' continue to reach out of their own circumstances (their own prisons) and still choose to be a light to others that may even appear to be in the same darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard them say things that so closely match the words of Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phil. 1:3 I thank my God every time I remember you. 4 In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy 5 because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, 6 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;7 It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart; for whether I am in chains or defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God's grace with me. 8 God can testify how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that none of us are in places where we cannot be encouraged or hugged by each other, and even more thankful that in the midst of chains and darkness some are still willing to stand and hope-- even regarding other's chains.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has really been ministering to me that in this place, as hard or dark as it may seem, that there is treasure to be found, and still a light to shine-- His light.&lt;br /&gt;My heart for this post is primarily to exalt the Lord in ALL His goodness, and to thank Him for how greatly He is shining out of the people He has so graciously placed in my life, but I also want to say thank you to all of those that have chosen to be like Paul, and in the midst of their own chains to reach out to others and still allow the Lord to use them!! Your reward will be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 1:10 And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, 11 being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that &lt;em&gt;you may have great endurance and patience&lt;/em&gt;, and joyfully 12 giving thanks to the Father, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy 4:7 &lt;em&gt;You are fighting&lt;/em&gt; the good fight, &lt;em&gt;you are finishing&lt;/em&gt; the race, &lt;em&gt;you are keeping&lt;/em&gt; the faith. 8 Now there is in store for you the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; on that day—and not only to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Thank you that sorrow may last a night, but Your joy comes in the morning. Thank you for what You are developing in Your people as they are being refined by You, and thank you that You &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; give us more then we can handle-- that You &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; bless us with the correct measure of grace and faith for whatever You are having us walk through. Lord, fill those that are in the dark places today with Your Holy Spirit light. Help us to continue to hope and continue to love. Guard our hearts from bitterness and our minds from despairing thoughts. Bless those that have chosen to continue to walk in compassion and be used by You even in the places where they may feel like they have nothing to offer. Let me, God, be one of those 'Pauls' that are willing to reach through my darkness (prison bars) with a letter of hope, peace, and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Mighty Name-- SO BE IT !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll praise You while it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust You while it's raining,&lt;br /&gt;Because the suns going to shine again!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7191010246323011288?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7191010246323011288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7191010246323011288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7191010246323011288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7191010246323011288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/letters-passed-through-prison-bars.html' title='Letters Passed Through Prison Bars'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-9155328687771793486</id><published>2008-10-16T12:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:42:11.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPdtqB3i7VI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wu9kNHI0VtA/s1600-h/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257791658801687890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPdtqB3i7VI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wu9kNHI0VtA/s200/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was talking to the Lord this morning about how it seems that single Godly men are few and far between. (&lt;em&gt;Now if you happen to be one of the few single Godly men that know me, do not take this personally, but take a look around you, do you see many others?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to my conversation with the Lord. I was just kind of pointing out to Him that there didn't seem to be a big crowd of available good men around, And so you know what I felt like the Lord said to me:&lt;br /&gt;"You only need one Starr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope! Thank you Jesus!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this short post will expose my desire for a husband, which, by the way, must have been put there by the Lord because 2 years ago I wouldn't even had considered it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-9155328687771793486?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/9155328687771793486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=9155328687771793486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/9155328687771793486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/9155328687771793486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversation-with-god.html' title='Conversation with God'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPdtqB3i7VI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wu9kNHI0VtA/s72-c/s1026427095_182209_7587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3538532923648641301</id><published>2008-10-15T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:24:58.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Year Old Boys like Girls..... WHAT?????</title><content type='html'>Okay, someone hand me a paper sack. I've been on the verge of hyperventilating for the last couple of weeks now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Grade is a whole new world, and the fact that I have never been a boy before seems to be keeping me at a disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to confess that I thought it was girls that start noticing boys young, I didn't see this coming. I didn't know that 'my' son would care yet.&lt;br /&gt;Why God? WHY ME?--------- in a whiny pitiful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to my sons defence, he is not doing anything bad--- well, except for last week when he was hollering at the girls on the bus to 'call him sometime' in his new 'cool kid' voice.&lt;br /&gt;(I wish I could take a picture of the look on my face right now-- I'll describe-- my eyes are really big, with shock and fear, and my eyebrows are squeezed together, in dismay, and I'm frowning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone out there tell me this is normal. Is it? HUH? HELP ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, deeeeeeeep breath. He's a good kid. He knows about Jesus-- he loves Jesus. He knows that if he's not ready to marry--- which based on the fact that HE IS NINE -- then he doesn't need to be in a relationship-- well, and the fact that he doesn't know what a 'relationship' really means says a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him yesterday-- What's the difference between being someones friend and being their 'boyfriend'? and he said 'I don't understand the question.'&lt;br /&gt;Nough said...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came off the bus on Tuesday all upset because kids were accusing him of liking this girl Taylor-- which he does, but still he was mortified and VERY upset. I asked him ' Are girls a big topic with your friends this year' and he said 'Well mom, last year was all about wrestling with the guys, and playing with bugs, and this year is more about girls.' -- okay-- there's that lump in my throat-- swallow hard-- ughh.&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing that is hard for me is I can tell that this change is effecting Matthew, that he is somewhat confused and doesn't know how to process how he is feeling or manage these new emotions or the new topics that are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;We have been having really good conversation, but I still feel so inadequate as a mom in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recognize the good:&lt;br /&gt;This has caused me to increase my prayers for my son, and lean on God's truth in His word.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen my son come to me with things that I know some kids don't talk to their parents about.&lt;br /&gt;I've realized the importance of just listening to Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just really needed to get that all out. I'm sorry this is such a jumbled up crazy post, but it's all I've got in me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lead please pray for Matthew                                      and for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3538532923648641301?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3538532923648641301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3538532923648641301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3538532923648641301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3538532923648641301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/9-year-old-boys-like-girls-what.html' title='9 Year Old Boys like Girls..... WHAT?????'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7849275840004261160</id><published>2008-10-14T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:11:37.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI  YUM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPSdCvlq9qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IbiY7ZUgyE0/s1600-h/s1026427095_182189_2995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256999335507981986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPSdCvlq9qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IbiY7ZUgyE0/s320/s1026427095_182189_2995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those granola lovers I just wanted to make you aware of this yummy new cereal!! Grab a box now!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am a cereal mixer. I can eat up to 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; types of cereal in a bowl at a time. This, my friends, is one of my new favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zip lock&lt;/span&gt; back of it that I bring to work, because it's delicious to just munch on with no milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give it a try and let me know what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7849275840004261160?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7849275840004261160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7849275840004261160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7849275840004261160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7849275840004261160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/fyi-yum.html' title='FYI  YUM!!!'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPSdCvlq9qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IbiY7ZUgyE0/s72-c/s1026427095_182189_2995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1223042446333068178</id><published>2008-10-13T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:48:05.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos to bring in Joy on a Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNDD5ki8EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ew2y2AiNBpQ/s1600-h/s1026427095_182193_3872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256618924344275010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNDD5ki8EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ew2y2AiNBpQ/s400/s1026427095_182193_3872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNBJ3N7v2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KCFQhUdWh7c/s1600-h/s1026427095_182190_3213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256616827768520546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNBJ3N7v2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KCFQhUdWh7c/s400/s1026427095_182190_3213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNBFeE3w6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dqLmtDGxUck/s1600-h/s1026427095_182189_2995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256616752300147618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNBFeE3w6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dqLmtDGxUck/s400/s1026427095_182189_2995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNAyvZbD-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qX0UcwVrg-E/s1600-h/s1026427095_182211_8078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256616430532235234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNAyvZbD-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qX0UcwVrg-E/s400/s1026427095_182211_8078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend before last Matthew and I, and a wonderful group of friends, went on a camping trip to Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jocassee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sorry the pics are small, I'm having technical difficulties)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1223042446333068178?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1223042446333068178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1223042446333068178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1223042446333068178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1223042446333068178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/photos-to-bring-in-joy-on-monday.html' title='Photos to bring in Joy on a Monday'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SPNDD5ki8EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ew2y2AiNBpQ/s72-c/s1026427095_182193_3872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6151331279733514871</id><published>2008-10-06T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:32:53.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for America</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOtWjedKrHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fDW3RvQhCDU/s1600-h/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254388557728623730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOtWjedKrHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fDW3RvQhCDU/s400/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was emailed to me a couple of days ago, and I thought it worth while to post on my page. I'm not always great at committing to a specific time of prayer, but I really felt the call to participate in this. Our prayers are effective, and do move the heart of our God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II Chronicles 7:14...Pray for our Elections&lt;br /&gt;ONE MINUTE EACH NIGHT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scariest election We as Christians have ever faced.&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of the polls, the Christians aren't voting for Christian&lt;br /&gt;values. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all need to be on our knees. Do you believe we can take God at&lt;br /&gt;His word? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call upon His name, then stand back and watch His wonders&lt;br /&gt;to behold. His scripture gives us, as Christians, ownership of this land&lt;br /&gt;and the ability to call upon God to heal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to do so. We have never been more desperate than now&lt;br /&gt;for God to heal our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 7:14 : "If my people, which are called by my name shall&lt;br /&gt;humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face and turn from their&lt;br /&gt;wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their&lt;br /&gt;sin, and will heal their land." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During WWII, there was an advisor to Churchill who organized a group&lt;br /&gt;of people who dropped what they were doing every night, at a&lt;br /&gt;prescribed hour for one minute to collectively pray for the safety&lt;br /&gt;of England, it's people and peace. This had an amazing effect as the&lt;br /&gt;bombing soon stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is now a group of people organizing the same thing here in America.&lt;br /&gt;The United States of America and our citizens need prayer more than ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would, PLEASE take the following step to participate: Each evening at&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM Eastern Time, 8:00PM Central, 7:00 PM Mountain, 6:00 PM Pacific&lt;br /&gt;, stop whatever you are doing and spend one (1) single minute;&lt;br /&gt;praying for the safety of the United States, our troops, our&lt;br /&gt;citizens, for peace in the world, for wisdom and courage for our&lt;br /&gt;leaders, the up-coming election, and that the Bible will remain the&lt;br /&gt;basis for the laws governing our land and that Christianity will&lt;br /&gt;grow in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anyone who would like to participate, please pass this along.&lt;br /&gt;Someone has said, 'If people really understood the full extent of&lt;br /&gt;the power we have available through prayer, they'd be speechless.'&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers are the most powerful asset we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You!!! God Bless America!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6151331279733514871?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6151331279733514871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6151331279733514871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6151331279733514871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6151331279733514871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/pray-for-america.html' title='Pray for America'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOtWjedKrHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fDW3RvQhCDU/s72-c/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7106928006775678983</id><published>2008-10-03T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:01:07.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew the Butterfly Tamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOYXFaN-iJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R0QtNTao0bc/s1600-h/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252911397078993042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOYXFaN-iJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R0QtNTao0bc/s400/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7106928006775678983?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7106928006775678983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7106928006775678983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7106928006775678983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7106928006775678983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/matthew-butterfly-tamer.html' title='Matthew the Butterfly Tamer'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOYXFaN-iJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R0QtNTao0bc/s72-c/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3324101093181790027</id><published>2008-10-01T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:26:25.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Has Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SONsVm0UZbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RX6EQLxaVJg/s1600-h/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252160708897170866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SONsVm0UZbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RX6EQLxaVJg/s200/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I must be moved&lt;br /&gt;Move me by Your wind Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I must stand&lt;br /&gt;Hold me up with Your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I must bow low&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay before Your throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I must weep&lt;br /&gt;Catch my tears in Your bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I must be alone&lt;br /&gt;Be the Presence all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You have me Father I am safe no matter where I might 'be'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3324101093181790027?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3324101093181790027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3324101093181790027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3324101093181790027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3324101093181790027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-has-me.html' title='He Has Me'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SONsVm0UZbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RX6EQLxaVJg/s72-c/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4987094138556168728</id><published>2008-09-30T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:52:27.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Silly 'Starr' Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOIfrWHSK8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_VlT4QVmOCU/s1600-h/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251794944998386626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOIfrWHSK8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_VlT4QVmOCU/s320/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if someday someone will make a movie like 'The National Treasure' except instead of a map being on the back of the Declaration of Independence there is a map on the front and back of an Oreo cookie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the map would lead too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4987094138556168728?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4987094138556168728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4987094138556168728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4987094138556168728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4987094138556168728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-silly-starr-thought.html' title='A Random Silly &apos;Starr&apos; Thought'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SOIfrWHSK8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_VlT4QVmOCU/s72-c/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-9010896635386755667</id><published>2008-09-26T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:11:23.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say NO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNz7TmBgfxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-yjZsejozL8/s1600-h/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250347579650113298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNz7TmBgfxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-yjZsejozL8/s200/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be useful, I like to be needed, I like when I feel like I'm making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of those happy, warm feelings that come from 'doing' have all been flushed down the toilet as I've come into the new season of 'Just Say No!'.&lt;br /&gt;'What are you talking about?' you ask very intently.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know that I can fully explain it, because I have never experienced this season, to this degree, before.&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 I was BUSY, but it was a good busy. I was raising my son, helping with church stuff, praying for my country, friends, and family, and now the tires have screeched to a stop, and I feel the Lord taking me into a place of 'being' instead of 'doing'. 'I' feel like it's a holding place, but maybe that's a bad way to look at it-- who out there likes to be on hold? NOT ME!!&lt;br /&gt;Lately every opportunity that may come up to serve in some capacity or to commit to some prayer group always ends in the Lord gently saying 'Just say no'.&lt;br /&gt;'WHAT?? Esccuuuuse me Lord, don't you neeeeed my prayers, and neeeed me to serve at the church. '&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, but not right now'&lt;br /&gt;So, with my 'doing' being taken away, what IS He saying yes to:&lt;br /&gt;Yes to more time with Him and in His word&lt;br /&gt;Yes to more time with my son just to simply play and be together&lt;br /&gt;Yes to long walks in complete silence&lt;br /&gt;Yes to rest&lt;br /&gt;Yes to peace&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I should be thankful for this season. How about instead of thinking it as a Holding Cell; I'll try to look at it as a Rejuvenation Retreat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-9010896635386755667?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/9010896635386755667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=9010896635386755667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/9010896635386755667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/9010896635386755667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-say-no.html' title='Just say NO'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNz7TmBgfxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-yjZsejozL8/s72-c/6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4302295020735542357</id><published>2008-09-25T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:33:42.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Insight</title><content type='html'>It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.  &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/cslewis131286.html"&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4302295020735542357?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4302295020735542357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4302295020735542357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4302295020735542357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4302295020735542357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting-insight.html' title='Interesting Insight'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4685036499057010331</id><published>2008-09-23T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:49:51.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNkrmwptM9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q1G_RBmtRss/s1600-h/Augus-Septembert+2008+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249274785571877842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNkrmwptM9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q1G_RBmtRss/s200/Augus-Septembert+2008+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my son is hungry he acts like he is going to die if he doesn't eat right then and there. We can be in the car driving down a lonely highway and somehow he expects 'magical mommy' to pull a McDonald's Kids Meal right out of my purse IMMEDIATELY!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't hold it against him; I, myself, hate feeling hungry. I guess the difference between me and my Ever Trusting son is that he knows that I am going to provide him some food as soon as I can. I, on the other hand, tend to completely freak out when certain hunger pains come up, worrying whether or not the Lord is going to provide the means to suffice my need, or knowing that He will, but wondering how long the waiting period is going to be 'this time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 11: 11-13 "Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? 12 Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? 13If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever let my son starve to death?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;If he asks for chocolate cake do I give him vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;Yes-- if he needs something healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Does he sometimes get chocolate cake after eating something healthy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all my hunger pains to my Father that knows what is best for me, and always knows how to give good gifts. I choose to come to His banquet table and eat of the Lord's choice fruits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 6: 21 Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied.&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/1015003139707488682-4685036499057010331?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4685036499057010331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4685036499057010331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4685036499057010331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4685036499057010331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/hungry.html' title='Hungry?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNkrmwptM9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q1G_RBmtRss/s72-c/Augus-Septembert+2008+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3732079148987781773</id><published>2008-09-23T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:23:30.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNjti68t3uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q22P7e9m4FM/s1600-h/Augus-Septembert+2008+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249206549895569122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNjti68t3uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q22P7e9m4FM/s400/Augus-Septembert+2008+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of Matthew pointing at the moon on top of Stone Mountain from a couple of weekends ago. I hope to post some more pics of this amazing day when I get the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Kathryn, and our kids had a blast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3732079148987781773?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3732079148987781773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3732079148987781773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3732079148987781773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3732079148987781773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/stone-mountain.html' title='Stone Mountain'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SNjti68t3uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q22P7e9m4FM/s72-c/Augus-Septembert+2008+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-8394175974731160362</id><published>2008-09-18T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:26:20.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Stillness</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a place were someone is trying to whisper in your ear, but you struggle to hear them because the room is full of loud people?&lt;br /&gt;That thought popped in my head this morning on my way to work. Lately things have been coming up, trials or fears that I'm desperate for help in. I think during those times -'Man, I wish I had a husband to talk this over with or to hold me.' or I think 'maybe, I should call so and so, they may be able to help.' And lately, in those places I find myself alone. That friend I normally go over things with is busy with her family (and that's okay), and the husband I'm waiting for, well he's simply not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;In His kindness the Lord has taken me by the hand to His quiet place. Away from other's opinions and solutions because He has the answer in the stillness and even in the quietness.&lt;br /&gt;I get so upset with the Lord's still small voice-- Oh how I wish He would yell so I could be absolutely sure that He is near, but then again, a whisper is so intimate. When someone whispers in your ear they are right next to you, shoulders touching, leaning in-- close enough for a kiss!! It is because of His kindness and desire for us to know Him more that He draws us away, and sometimes others away from us for a time, that we might draw near to Him. I want to learn to love His whisper; to love those times of just me and Him. Jesus treasured these times. He had the sick and broken waiting for what He had to give, but He knew that He had to have His Fathers whisper to be effective; to be Love to others. So even He would sneak away from the crowd and His disciples for alone time with His Abba Father.&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to be aware of these seasons, to treasure them and not try to escape them. Your whisper sustains us, it moves us, it strengthens us, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;He is in the stillness, quietness, and the loneliness-- right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7t7YAVldY0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-8394175974731160362?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/8394175974731160362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=8394175974731160362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8394175974731160362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8394175974731160362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-stillness.html' title='In the Stillness'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4044412087286405126</id><published>2008-09-16T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:23:49.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky Quirks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SM_L5NJKGEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fJKxoPl5Mf8/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246636274550970434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SM_L5NJKGEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fJKxoPl5Mf8/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I don't like parking decks, but I don't panic or freak out when I'm driving in one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I am paranoid that I have big hair, but if I was African American I would totally sport an Afro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I do not like elbows- they're funny looking and pointed, and I especially don't like being touched by them-- SO KEEP YOUR ELBOWS TO YOURSELF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~If I was insane I would probably walk around with a bag of chocolate chips eating and singing songs from old musicals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I have stereotypes about red headed men that drive big trucks, but I won't say what they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I think 3 Musketeers, Tootsie Rolls, and Candy Corn are nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I grew up in a town named after a fish that had a population of 945.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I don't like the snow unless it is high on a mountain in Colorado in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~When I was little I couldn't say the 'R' sound. So when people would ask my name I would say 'Sta... Like in the sky' and I would point to the sky. I have said my 'R' sounds perfectly for a long time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~When I am stressed out I eat raw Oscar Meyer Cheese Hotdogs-- I know it's nasty-- I hope we can still be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~If I was stranded on an island the thing I would want the most would be ice water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I don't know what a carburetor looks like or does and I don't want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I just noticed the other day that I'm one of those people that says 'mmbye' when getting off the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are some funny quirks you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MMBye...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4044412087286405126?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4044412087286405126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4044412087286405126' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4044412087286405126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4044412087286405126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/quirky-quirks.html' title='Quirky Quirks'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SM_L5NJKGEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fJKxoPl5Mf8/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-2473406039639857259</id><published>2008-09-15T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:44:12.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Testify</title><content type='html'>I think one of the hardest things about being a SM (single mom) is paying the bills. I know many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SM's&lt;/span&gt; who have not always received reliable child support-- me being one of them, and have had to work anything from up to 3 jobs.&lt;br /&gt;This was one thing that I felt strongly about not doing and immediately started talking to the Lord about this very topic when I found myself in this new world. I desired to be the main person raising my son and wanted to be a mom, not a business woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please note: this blog is in no way to judge any SM that has or is working 3 jobs or is in the 'working business mom world'-- I myself am also in the business world, but only part time because of the season the Lord has directed me in. This blog is simply to testify of the faithfulness of God and the way He has directed my path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my story. The first job I was working was about 35 hours a week, and then from there the Lord blessed me with a really great new job working in an office with a great boss and great godly women. I was working 40 hours a week, Matthew was in after school care, and bills were being paid. It was SO hard. I really don't know how people do it outside of the grace God supplies during those times. After working these hours for about a year, during the summer of 2007 I was praying about the upcoming school year and my desire to be more involved with Matthew's school and more energized to help him after school, and I heard the Lord so clearly say to me-- 'It is not acceptable for Matthew to be in After school care anymore.' and I, of course, was like-- excuse me Lord-- do you see that I have bills to pay? do you see that I am not receiving child support? how is this suppose to work Lord? 'Just trust Me!' So I got out my notebook (just like anyone else would do) and I crunched the numbers and then I 'Showed' God-- you know because He didn't know-- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;-- I'm so silly. Of course He was like-- 'it's not about the numbers honey, just trust me'. So before school started that year I met with my boss. I told him that the Lord told me that I need to get off at 2pm everyday to pick my son up from school. --- long silence----- 'Well, you need to do what you are feeling lead to do' is what my boss said-- Wow God! This really must be You!! Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;So, since Aug of 2007 I have been working part time. I can't tell you exactly how the bills have been paid. Money hasn't been falling out of the sky and it sure isn't growing on a tree in the back yard, but somehow the numbers stretched, the bills are paid, and food is on the table. God has been so faithful to guide me in practically all my financial decisions. He gets my 10% and along with that He takes the responsibility of the 90% and all the bills. He is faithful!! Matthew went from really struggling in school to straight A's! Matthew and I have really been able to enjoy our time together, not have stress during homework, and simply not be in a rush ALL THE TIME. Also, I have really seen the Lord's faithfulness in helping me accomplish 8 hours worth of work in a 6 hour day, and not come home absolutely exhausted. I really am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about not thinking about work outside of work and because of that can really put my focus on home life-- it's not always easy, but is possible with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=37&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;/a&gt; Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a desire in your heart right now that seems impossible, what ever it may be, bring it before the Lord, and believe!! He can and will do immeasurable more than we can ask or image. That desire, most likely, is something that He has placed there and something that He wants to make a way for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 20:4 May He grant you according to your heart’s desire,&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill all your purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-2473406039639857259?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/2473406039639857259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=2473406039639857259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2473406039639857259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2473406039639857259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-to-testify.html' title='Just to Testify'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-956632609795129306</id><published>2008-09-12T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:18:58.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Wisdom from the Masters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Come check out me and &lt;a href="http://my12hats.blogspot.com/2008/09/automatic-doors-make-me-feel-like-jedi.html"&gt;Brandy's&lt;/a&gt; super fun AIM conversation!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SMqVI-border="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a must read!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Be sure to read the blog I wrote earlier today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-956632609795129306?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/956632609795129306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=956632609795129306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/956632609795129306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/956632609795129306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/jedi-wisdom-from-masters.html' title='Jedi Wisdom from the Masters'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7586543903204587338</id><published>2008-09-12T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:13:52.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Truth......</title><content type='html'>Last weekend my son Matthew experienced a real let down from someone he truly trusted, and as we all know, that's were the true disappointments come from: those we love and trust that are not perfect and are fallible.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he had been gone for the weekend and Sunday night when he got home I was tucking him in bed for the night. I was asking him how he was doing and if he was happy to be home, and he says 'Mom, this isn't my home.' And I said 'what do you mean Matthew?'. He said 'Mom, my home is in heaven.' I was so impressed with my little sons revelation of this truth. He didn't say it in sadness, he said it as factually as anyone could say anything. My little man in the midst of his pain came to the realization (with the help of Holy Spirit I'm sure) that this is not his permanent place, but just a temporary residency.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I want comfort and blessings on this side of eternity for me and my son, and yes I know that I can stand and believe that we WILL see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living, but I also know that when people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; or pain comes that this place is not permanent and nor are our circumstances. The Lord is though and He has stored up such a wonderful place for us without pain or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;-- Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Matthew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Peter 3:13&lt;br /&gt;But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7586543903204587338?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7586543903204587338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7586543903204587338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7586543903204587338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7586543903204587338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-truth.html' title='God&apos;s Truth......'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3811304448051397070</id><published>2008-09-10T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:04:49.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware! You've been Busted!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid sneaky&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SMfgYjbgdEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bq36SiUYDPM/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407003528328258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SMfgYjbgdEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bq36SiUYDPM/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ugly devil!! I'm so angry at all his dumb schemes and sly ways.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm so super thankful for the Lord's bright spotlight-- he got busted once again, and no weapon formed against me shall prosper!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(By the way the enemy really isn't cute and cuddly like the picture shown here, but this definitely reveals that he is not to be feared when we serve such an amazing awesome BIG God!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it happen? One day I'm worshipping the Lord, living my life of joy and peace, and then BAM, I'm flat on my face striving for my next breath. Okay, but let me be honest here; I really shouldn't say it was ALL the enemy. Yes, yours truly-- me and my flesh-- sure did play a part. How quickly it happens when we tire of waiting and choose our own ways and our own negative thoughts over His truth. Let me tell you people: Negative thoughts swing the door wide open to the schemes of the enemy. I have struggled my whole life with using negativity to protect me from disappointment, and what a lie that is!! The Lord wants us to Hope with Him; He is longing for a people that will risk believing and standing-- even if the road seems bleak or the path impossible. Beware!! Negativity leads to depression-- don't let it happen to you!!&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts must be His or I will find myself slipping down the slope of depression and that is simply not acceptable for a child of God!! It really isn't people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil. 4:8-9 (Message) Summing it all up, friends, I'd say you'll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. Put into practice what you learned from me, what you heard and saw and realized. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work you into his most excellent harmonies. &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/1015003139707488682-3811304448051397070?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3811304448051397070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3811304448051397070' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3811304448051397070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3811304448051397070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/beware-youve-been-busted.html' title='Beware! You&apos;ve been Busted!!'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SMfgYjbgdEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bq36SiUYDPM/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3043044672043398888</id><published>2008-09-09T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:26:00.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SMZ5JunYw3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xnkI0V_1kvs/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244012024158536562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SMZ5JunYw3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xnkI0V_1kvs/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a horrible question to having going through you mind!! Whether it's being asked while stuck in Atlanta traffic, hiking in the woods, shopping in the mall, or just at home trying to figure out life; I hate this question!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be lost in ANY kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to feel helpless or not know what's around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where you are, no matter if that's geographical or not, is a scary place to be.&lt;br /&gt;But I have been here before; this place is unfortunately familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this is that place where I 100% have to rely on the Lord, where He is the only one that knows where I am and where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;This is the place that the blindfold is on, and He takes my hand and says--&lt;br /&gt;'Do you trust Me Starr?'&lt;br /&gt;He gently whispers,&lt;br /&gt;'Here comes a step here; lift up your foot.'&lt;br /&gt;or maybe He says&lt;br /&gt;'Now we're going in some deep water, but I've got you.'&lt;br /&gt;but then I know there will be that sure time were I hear Him say&lt;br /&gt;'Okay, now the blindfold is coming off- are you ready for your surprise?'&lt;br /&gt;I'M &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; READY LORD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is going to be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;He knows where I am all the time, and His banner over me is love. I am safe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3043044672043398888?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3043044672043398888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3043044672043398888' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3043044672043398888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3043044672043398888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-am-i.html' title='Where Am I?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SMZ5JunYw3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xnkI0V_1kvs/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6947727583472505210</id><published>2008-09-04T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:46:29.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Week</title><content type='html'>Hello Fellow Bloggers. As a mom that wishes she had all the answers, but every day realizes that she doesn't-- I would propose a 'mommy question for the week'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is:&lt;br /&gt;What do you do if there is a neighborhood kid that wants to play with your kid, but your kid does not want to play with him? Do you force him to play with that kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of teaching Matthew about compassion and kindness, and at times he will play with this kid, but this kid is younger, and Matthew has other boys his age that he would like to play with majority of the time in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6947727583472505210?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6947727583472505210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6947727583472505210' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6947727583472505210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6947727583472505210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/question-of-week.html' title='Question of the Week'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-2214883512424401516</id><published>2008-09-03T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:53:07.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come over to Plunderful Life</title><content type='html'>Come check out my interview with Kim over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plunderfullife.com/2008/09/id-like-you-to-meet-starr.html"&gt;http://www.plunderfullife.com/2008/09/id-like-you-to-meet-starr.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sight is such a blessing to so many single moms!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-2214883512424401516?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/2214883512424401516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=2214883512424401516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2214883512424401516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2214883512424401516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-over-to-plunderful-life.html' title='Come over to Plunderful Life'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3992428705270188347</id><published>2008-09-02T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:49:55.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF How-To Video Entry</title><content type='html'>Here it is! Starr's and &lt;a href="http://my12hats.blogspot.com"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt;'s BFF How-To Video Contest. (Cue dramatic music here.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/2008/08/its-contest.html" title="how-to by kheinecke2001, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2770071448_c73fa44c44_o.jpg" width="140" height="140" alt="how-to" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAjD5rJGNzg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAjD5rJGNzg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3992428705270188347?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3992428705270188347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3992428705270188347' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3992428705270188347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3992428705270188347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/bff-how-to-video-entry.html' title='BFF How-To Video Entry'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3830769554907092328</id><published>2008-09-02T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:48:05.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude</title><content type='html'>This is the Prelude to the &lt;a href="http://www.kimheinecke.com/2008/08/its-contest.html"&gt;BFF How-To Video Contest&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XD19VKuTy5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XD19VKuTy5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3830769554907092328?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3830769554907092328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3830769554907092328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3830769554907092328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3830769554907092328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/09/prelude.html' title='Prelude'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6724795521123662196</id><published>2008-08-29T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:55:44.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite movie and tv lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SLgbWtDxppI/AAAAAAAAADw/yT_9CRAvQpE/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968243312076434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SLgbWtDxppI/AAAAAAAAADw/yT_9CRAvQpE/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid me and my sisters and brother would quote movie lines and see if the others could guess what movie it was off of. The stupid thing was that we pretty much always used the same lines. I thought I would name off a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey you guys'&lt;br /&gt;Goonies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As you wish'&lt;br /&gt;'I'm not a witch, I'm your wife. But after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that any more.'&lt;br /&gt;Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I carried a watermelon'&lt;br /&gt;'Baby, is that your name?'&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'NOT THE MAMA!'&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How RUDE'&lt;br /&gt;Full House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tended to watch the same movies and shows over and over again, and I know I've got more mixed up in this brain of mine, but that's all I've got for you for now. I'm more interested in seeing your comments on some of those movie or tv lines that have stuck with you over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it clean peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6724795521123662196?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6724795521123662196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6724795521123662196' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6724795521123662196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6724795521123662196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-of-my-favorite-movie-and-tv-lines.html' title='Some of my favorite movie and tv lines'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SLgbWtDxppI/AAAAAAAAADw/yT_9CRAvQpE/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-8860379732542991134</id><published>2008-08-28T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:51:00.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing it back to 'Simple'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SLatAUNPUxI/AAAAAAAAADo/-ZNQcV9YEgw/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239565437427995410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SLatAUNPUxI/AAAAAAAAADo/-ZNQcV9YEgw/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, lately, the most simple tasks have seemed overwhelming. I'm not feeling up to keeping the normal speed of my busy life, and honestly, haven't been. I'm really feeling like there is a point were we need to listen to that still small voice that is whispering 'rest', and be okay with a slower pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to smell the roses; even if the laundry isn't 100% done, the floors need mopped, and the tub needs a good cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of the time when I'm feeling like I need to rest it seems like an impossible desire to fulfill, and I think it's because I don't see it as a necessity but rather, a privilege or treat. Isaiah changed my mind about that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isaiah 30:15-18&lt;br /&gt;15 For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel: In returning [to Me] and &lt;strong&gt;resting&lt;/strong&gt; [in Me] you shall be saved; in &lt;strong&gt;quietness&lt;/strong&gt; and in [&lt;strong&gt;trusting&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;strong&gt; confidence&lt;/strong&gt; shall be your &lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt;. But you would not, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;16 And you said, No! We will speed [our own course] on horses! Therefore you will speed [in flight from your enemies]! You said, We will ride upon swift steeds [doing our own way]! Therefore will they who pursue you be swift, [so swift that] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;17 One thousand of you will flee at the threat of one of them; at the threat of five you will flee till you are left like a beacon or a flagpole on the top of a mountain, and like a signal on a hill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;18And therefore the Lord [earnestly] waits [expecting, looking, and longing] to be gracious to you; and therefore He lifts Himself up, that He may have mercy on you and show loving-kindness to you. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) are all those who [earnestly] wait for Him, who expect and look and long for Him [for His victory, His favor, His love, His peace, His joy, and His matchless, unbroken companionship]! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If speeding my own course means the enemy has &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; access to me I think rest is necessity!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is the Lord asking you to 'rest' right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-8860379732542991134?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/8860379732542991134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=8860379732542991134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8860379732542991134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8860379732542991134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/08/bringing-it-back-to-simple.html' title='Bringing it back to &apos;Simple&apos;'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SLatAUNPUxI/AAAAAAAAADo/-ZNQcV9YEgw/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4220478157957673405</id><published>2008-08-21T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:50:05.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abolishing the Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't tell me that I have to be stressed out all the time because I'm a 'single mom'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Peace causes me to walk in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=24&amp;amp;chapter=3&amp;amp;verse=17&amp;amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Proverbs 3:17&lt;/a&gt; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't say that my kid is going to be screwed up because I'm a 'single mom'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is the Father to the fatherless, my son will grow up to be a man of valor and Godly character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=68&amp;amp;verse=5&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Psalm 68:5&lt;/a&gt; A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't speak over me that life HAS to be hard, confusing, and lonely because I'm a 'single mom'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find rest, clarity, and companionship in my intimate times with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;amp;chapter=11&amp;amp;verse=29&amp;amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Matthew 11:29&lt;/a&gt; Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't tell me that I have to work 3 jobs because I'm a 'single mom'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is my Provider, and He supplies all our needs according to His riches and Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=57&amp;amp;chapter=4&amp;amp;verse=19&amp;amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Philippians 4:19&lt;/a&gt;And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Corinthians 9:10 Now may He who supplies seed to the sower, and bread for food, supply and multiply the seed you have sown and increase the fruits of your righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't say to me that my son will have to raise himself because I'm a 'single mom'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grace is sufficient for me; supplying the correct measure of energy I need to raise him up every day, and when I am feeling in lack God is big enough to carry both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=65&amp;amp;chapter=4&amp;amp;verse=16&amp;amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Hebrews 4:16&lt;/a&gt;Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the most powerful things we can do to abolish the lies the enemy has been throwing at us is to speak them out and then blow them up with TRUTH in The Word.&lt;br /&gt;What has the enemy been lieing to you about? What is the truth that will abolish that lie? What does God's word say?&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world full of stereotypes and deceptions. God never wanted moms to raise kids alone, but none of our situations caught Him by surprise, and He is fully capable of taking care of us right where we are at. That's the Truth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4220478157957673405?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4220478157957673405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4220478157957673405' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4220478157957673405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4220478157957673405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/08/abolishing-lies.html' title='Abolishing the Lies'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7113202322820813409</id><published>2008-08-20T09:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:17:55.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I actually remember doing this week:</title><content type='html'>1. Tried on my bridesmaid dress for a wedding in September, and felt good about myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Observed my sons two turtles mating--- very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left a message with someone that was very hard to call-- Very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went jogging 3 times!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thankyouverymuch&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Grounded my son from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; for mouthing off. (It had to be done peeps.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gained the revelation of 'The Law of Diminishing Return'. (maybe I'll blog on this later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Committed to making a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; How To Video with my friend Brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought my very first pair of tummy tuck panties-- see #1. (they go all the way over my belly button!!! Oh my gosh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I read Isaiah Chapter 30 about 3 times. I really want this to sink in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I complained to the Lord, cried to the Lord, praised the Lord, laughed with the Lord, and said 'Thank You' to the Lord; all in the same week, with the same mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7113202322820813409?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7113202322820813409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7113202322820813409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7113202322820813409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7113202322820813409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-things-i-actually-remember-doing.html' title='10 things I actually remember doing this week:'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4939602553553656646</id><published>2008-08-14T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:18:20.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Divine Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SKQiWyKd3ZI/AAAAAAAAACc/VXbYi6roJCk/s1600-h/ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234346441729498514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SKQiWyKd3ZI/AAAAAAAAACc/VXbYi6roJCk/s320/ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just wondering if any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; have read this book? I read it during a trip to Missouri in July, and upon finishing it turned it over and am in the middle of reading it again. This book contains such a pure vision of God's purpose for His people, and creation. My understanding of being part of the Bride of Christ has expanded from reading this book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HIGHLY recommend this amazing read!!! Go and get it today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4939602553553656646?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4939602553553656646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4939602553553656646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4939602553553656646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4939602553553656646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/08/divine-romance.html' title='The Divine Romance'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SKQiWyKd3ZI/AAAAAAAAACc/VXbYi6roJCk/s72-c/ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-8578189801393825025</id><published>2008-08-11T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:57:19.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Choose Reality</title><content type='html'>I know that there is a Reality that is much higher then the things I see around me;&lt;br /&gt;much much higher then my circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Reality is the thing I wish to grab a hold of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thing that I want to set my gaze upon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want to put my trust in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality's name is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;King of kings&lt;br /&gt;Protector&lt;br /&gt;Provider&lt;br /&gt;Comforter&lt;br /&gt;Friend&lt;br /&gt;Husband&lt;br /&gt;Healer of the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;More then enough&lt;br /&gt;Constant Stability&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional Love&lt;br /&gt;Director of my path&lt;br /&gt;Recorder of my tears&lt;br /&gt;Holder of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Faithful All The Time&lt;br /&gt;The I AM What ever you need, when you need it, right on time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-8578189801393825025?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/8578189801393825025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=8578189801393825025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8578189801393825025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8578189801393825025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-choose-reality.html' title='I Choose Reality'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6639120306033424621</id><published>2008-08-08T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:58:24.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Wrong in this Picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SJxQXnpD5EI/AAAAAAAAACU/MfBzrTz1cS4/s1600-h/no.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232145233806091330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SJxQXnpD5EI/AAAAAAAAACU/MfBzrTz1cS4/s400/no.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT me; matter of fact: I don't even know this lady, and REALLY don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I will hopefully soon be blogging on something serious. There is a lot going on in my life right now, but I'm having a hard time getting it all out, so I'm attempting to lose myself in random, weird humor. If I don't come back to myself soon someone come and rescue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6639120306033424621?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6639120306033424621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6639120306033424621' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6639120306033424621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6639120306033424621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-wrong-in-this-picture.html' title='What is Wrong in this Picture?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SJxQXnpD5EI/AAAAAAAAACU/MfBzrTz1cS4/s72-c/no.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1953050994422498538</id><published>2008-07-31T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:22:19.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Spiritual Huh?</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to say about this, but it may create a good laugh for some, and some enlightenment for others-- I REALLY don't know. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgFchkUFzqg&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video posed a couple of thoughts for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wonder if this Cheeto is the best tasting Cheeto in the whole world, but no one will ever know because someone found it and says it looks like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wonder if the Cheetos company will start promoting their chips specifically for Christians, because, you know, they're 'special' chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wonder how many Jesus shaped chips have been unknowingly eaten by those ravenous chip eaters (like me) who don't pay attention while they are eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wonder how many Jesus shaped chips have been eaten by people that see that the chip looks like Jesus and think 'wow, this chip looks like Jesus!' and then ate it anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WWJD--- make a Cheeto that looks like Him? Hmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wonder when we'll be able to purchase our very own Cheeto Jesus replica necklace on Ebay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote from the preacher shown on the video---"If people could find Jesus some how in us like she's found in this object then that would be a wonderful thing."&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH-- I hope that we can do much better then this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end it all; one more quote from the finder of this amazing Cheeto---&lt;br /&gt;"The bottom line is the joy that it's bringing." Do you feel the joy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(To anyone that may be offended by this blog: I love every person shown on this video, I love Cheetos, and I love Jesus with ALL of my heart, and I only hope Jesus is laughing too.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1953050994422498538?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1953050994422498538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1953050994422498538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1953050994422498538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1953050994422498538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-spiritual-huh.html' title='Super Spiritual Huh?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1035728101380453173</id><published>2008-07-31T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:03:41.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singletonville Episode 4: I had NO idea</title><content type='html'>When I was married I had many single friends, most were not single moms, but still, they were  single. I never once thought I needed to 'understand' their lives, because I never thought I would be single ever again. I was married when I was very young so even my past 'single' experience pretty much did not exist. So I've decided to attempt to compile a list of things that I did not, but now do, know about women in singlehood; the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The majority of meals are way to large for one adult and a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Once you get out of the habit of sleeping on one side of the bed; your sleeping position options are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The grocery store is a lonely place. (I seldom shopped with my husband before, but, even still, the grocery store is a depressing place to me since I've become single) Maybe this one is just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Single people talk to themselves more then married people do-- at least this one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Changing light bulbs, taking out the trash, moving heavy things, and getting your car worked on SUCKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The future becomes so mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Boy/girl relationships can be complicating and scary when you don't have a wedding ring on your finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Intimacy with Jesus becomes a must like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Single woman know the name of every single man at there church regardless of if they are interested or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your married friends will find out the name of every single man at your church and will at some point recommend everyone of them to you for a possible husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. People like to recommend E Harmony; you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. There is an amazing realization that single people &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; walk in; that Jesus is ALWAYS with them everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. There is &lt;strong&gt;A Lot&lt;/strong&gt; of books out there for single people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 'Kissing Dating Goodbye' is a book that many single people seem to not like, but, personally, I thought it was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Most single people are learning a lot about waiting, and learning how to manage ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Jesus is a really really good husband; the best anyone will ever have!!! (I pray that I will carry this throughout life, whether I am single or not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Learning to enjoy alone time is such a good life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Single woman can change light bulbs, take out the trash, move heavy things, get their cars serviced, and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you ask the Lord what you should wear He can tell you, and if you ask Him how you look He'll say that you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Being single does not have to define you. In the quiet places the Lord defines you as His. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Singlehood can be a trying season of life, but one that allows the Lord to open up so many new beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most single woman are in a constent place of learning, as are most people, and so lists of new found 'single' discoveries can be never ending, and therefore this may be a blog to continue again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1035728101380453173?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1035728101380453173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1035728101380453173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1035728101380453173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1035728101380453173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/07/singletonville-episode-4-i-had-no-idea.html' title='Singletonville Episode 4: I had NO idea'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3431584422960737517</id><published>2008-07-25T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:53:47.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When all else fails----- just SCREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SIn1obnMCYI/AAAAAAAAACM/4NT3TRuX_Ss/s1600-h/Screaming%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226978917495867778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SIn1obnMCYI/AAAAAAAAACM/4NT3TRuX_Ss/s200/Screaming%2520girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a little girl this feeling would just come over me. Does anyone know what feeling I'm talking about?: It kind of starts in your toes, and moves it's way up to your throat, and then, all you know is that you feel like screaming. It can come when you are excited about something, or mad, and then, sometimes it comes for no reason at all. Please tell me someone out there can relate.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is that about?&lt;br /&gt;I still feel that way sometimes, well actually way more then I actually let it out. Honestly, I feel that way right now, but I'm not in an 'appropriate' place to act on it. I'm not stressed, I'm not excited, I just feel something inside that says SCREAM. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some grand thing is happening in the heavenlies; some awesome work of God that only my inner being knows about.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's hormonal.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's something I ate.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's some female protective instinct that simply helps us to release the interior turmoil raging within.&lt;br /&gt;I am woman here me roar-- scream--- same thing.....&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone in the blogger realm know what in the world I am talking about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3431584422960737517?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3431584422960737517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3431584422960737517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3431584422960737517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3431584422960737517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-all-else-fails-just-scream.html' title='When all else fails----- just SCREAM'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SIn1obnMCYI/AAAAAAAAACM/4NT3TRuX_Ss/s72-c/Screaming%2520girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7267607559910583936</id><published>2008-07-24T08:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:41:36.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz to Men</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have always been very thankful for having a son. Boys are so much fun!! I must admit though that lately I've been feeling a little like I don't know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's partly the reality that moms can't be dads, and boys REALLY need good dads; good godly dads. It seems that godly men examples seem to be the pivotal thing that builds there confidence, and makes them good strong men themselves. So, where does this fit for the single mom raising a boy?&lt;br /&gt;I have always stood against the stereotype that my son will end up the typical single family home kid. That's just not acceptable to me, and I don't think it's acceptable to the Lord either. His ways are higher then our ways, and He is the Father to the fatherless. Matthew is growing up surrounded by much love, and stability, but I still see him struggle with confidence, fear, and sometimes anger.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this I'm reminded of all the good advice and encouragement I've received in the past, and know that God is directing me and sending me help, but today, I feel in lack.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any words of wisdom on raising boys to be good men?&lt;br /&gt;Also, on a related note; Matthew does not want to do sports, because quote on quote 'I'm not good at sports Mom, I'm just no good (in a teary voice)'. I really feel like he needs some activity to build his confidence, and I know for a fact that he is excellent at sports-- he's played many before with success. So, do I force him to join? The sports arena was always something I thought was for dad and son time, but that's not happening, so then what?&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH!! This blog seems like a real downer. Just one of those days. Thanks for listening though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7267607559910583936?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7267607559910583936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7267607559910583936' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7267607559910583936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7267607559910583936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/07/boyz-to-men.html' title='Boyz to Men'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-8194095605522479569</id><published>2008-07-21T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:30:18.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I turtley enough for the Turtle Club?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SISOvWAWr6I/AAAAAAAAACE/Ob1qoPSSSCc/s1600-h/turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225458411668680610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SISOvWAWr6I/AAAAAAAAACE/Ob1qoPSSSCc/s320/turtles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let me tell you a tad about our pet history:&lt;br /&gt;In the first year of learning how to be a single mom EVERYTHING was about simplicity. I really needed everything to be easy and without any complication to avoid explosion or breakdown, and the Lord definitely provided that along with help when things to big for me would arise. Well, after somewhat 'getting it down' (I'm still learning A LOT) I decided we could handle a cat. So for Matthew's 7th birthday I went to the humane society and that's were I found Luke Skywalker(named by my son, the StarWars fan). He is a beautiful, prissy looking, white and grey long haired cat. He has the best personality and is now a big part of our little family unit. All though his meow box is broken and he has an obnoxious cough instead of sweet meow or purr we love him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a couple of months ago we decided that Luke needed a friend, you know, because he's so lonely. So, we got a beta fish. Matthew named him Darth Vader. He's Luke's father. They haven't really bonded much, but I think there still getting past the whole 'dark side' thing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now to the turtles. We have been offered two, rather large, aquarium turtles. Matthew and I both absolutely love turtles, and these are free: including tank, filter, food, EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, can we handle the maintenance? Does anyone out there know anything about turtles and aquarium upkeep? Also, any ideas for fun turtle StarWars names?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-8194095605522479569?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/8194095605522479569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=8194095605522479569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8194095605522479569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/8194095605522479569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-turtley-enough-for-turtle-club.html' title='Am I turtley enough for the Turtle Club?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SISOvWAWr6I/AAAAAAAAACE/Ob1qoPSSSCc/s72-c/turtles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-2201221593769664044</id><published>2008-07-15T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:52:53.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singletonville Episode 3 Remembering to breath</title><content type='html'>I remember a time when breathing hurt so bad. When it was a conscious effort to inhale and exhale. My heart was broken, and everything I thought was going to 'be' was not.&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome to look back and truly be able to say that season has ended. My breathing is regular, if not better then it ever has been before, and my heart no longer feels like it's going to collapse upon itself. The very thing I thought was going to kill me did not, and then I realized that I had survived!! It didn't happen in a day. It was a gradual process.&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll just catch yourself laughing/ smiling a lot, and you think--- wow-- I've survived, and I'm not hurting anymore!!; and then it comes-- a final excitement for the future, a realization that new beginnings will look beautiful, way more beautiful then the past, and you see that everything, even the suffering, caused a better you to come through; a gleaming reflection of a God that rubbed off on you while He held your hand and while He carried you. You'll remember the words He spoke in the darkness, in the loneliness, His words that revealed-- He truly understands, and 'HE' was not going anywhere-- EVER!! That, my friend, can carry you through anything, anywhere--- all the way to eternity........&lt;br /&gt;It's a very incomprehensible place to be when you are thankful for suffering you have walked through-- I'm not longing for more suffering, but am so grateful for the grand ways the Lord used it.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, take our hurts and and turn them into something lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=29&amp;amp;chapter=61&amp;amp;verse=3&amp;amp;version=45&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Isaiah 61:3&lt;/a&gt;To grant [consolation and joy] to those who mourn in Zion--to give them an ornament (a garland or diadem) of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, the garment [expressive] of praise instead of a heavy, burdened, and failing spirit--that they may be called oaks of righteousness [lofty, strong, and magnificent, distinguished for uprightness, justice, and right standing with God], the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-2201221593769664044?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/2201221593769664044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=2201221593769664044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2201221593769664044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2201221593769664044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/07/singletonville-episode-3-remembering-to.html' title='Singletonville Episode 3 Remembering to breath'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4769292114953420080</id><published>2008-07-09T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:35:14.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Need for Icecream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SHTZE54wgfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TebtNRyR9Sg/s1600-h/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221036546310832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SHTZE54wgfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TebtNRyR9Sg/s200/icecream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so it's confession time. I worship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Icecream&lt;/span&gt;------ sometimes. Well, most of the time at list once a day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt; I really really really like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;, but don't you dare give me that plain boring vanilla or chocolate. I must have 'stuff' in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;. Personally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; with nothing in it makes me angry, kind of like cheese pizza, but that's a whole other blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately at times the only option is plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;, but no worries, we only must become more creative people, and then again there are those times were we may have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; that has 'stuff' in it, but it's just not enough stuff, and really, that's what this blog is about. I would like to recommend to all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; blogger fans a list of 'adders', if you will, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;enhance&lt;/span&gt; any and every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. I would love to also hear your ideas as I am always happy to taste test and try new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My list is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Peanutbutter&lt;/span&gt;, (one of my favorite adders) preferably crunchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chocolate syrup-- DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bananas, pineapple, or any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-any kind of nut (I like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; to have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;crunchies&lt;/span&gt; in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pretzels (CRUNCH--- YUM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hot chocolate powder (Thanks Brandy for introducing me to this delicious add!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cereal (pretty much any kind would work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-whip cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-busted up granola bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Doritos&lt;/span&gt; (I personally have not tried this one, but my brother says it's yummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ritz Crackers (when desperate for a crunch these work well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4769292114953420080?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4769292114953420080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4769292114953420080' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4769292114953420080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4769292114953420080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/07/need-for-icecream.html' title='A Need for Icecream'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SHTZE54wgfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TebtNRyR9Sg/s72-c/icecream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-9147153163076777337</id><published>2008-07-08T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:58:22.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, from outerspace, I mean Missouri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SHOcJyahczI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8SzPek2_jkM/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220688085018309426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SHOcJyahczI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8SzPek2_jkM/s200/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be short; so sorry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;. My mind only has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;capacity&lt;/span&gt; for a few words as I am still working on getting back on tract with life and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missouri was so much fun. As you can see from the pic there were a lot of fun little kids to play with and fun older siblings as well. Our attempt to get all the kids on one couch for a pic failed miserably so all the parents had to jump in the mix. It's really easy for a kid to sneak off or block another kid when there are 8 of them and 7 are 4 and under. CRAZY!! Either way there we all are for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a couple cute stories I could tell, but I've chosen one for today. My brothers bathroom door is messed up and sometimes if the door shuts just right you are pretty much trapped inside(scary!), and well, I ended up trapped inside. So I was banging on the door trying to get out and my 3 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Alyson comes to the door and says 'hey Matthew, is that you?' and I said 'no, it's Aunt Starr. Could you please go get me some help?' Well, she said '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, NO, I'm busy playing'. No worries though, I eventually made it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-9147153163076777337?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/9147153163076777337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=9147153163076777337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/9147153163076777337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/9147153163076777337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-from-outerspace-i-mean-missouri.html' title='I&apos;m back, from outerspace, I mean Missouri'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SHOcJyahczI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8SzPek2_jkM/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3503665589969023585</id><published>2008-06-27T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:47:44.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Ouch, My Heart!!</title><content type='html'>My cutie pie called me last night. The last two days on the phone I've heard his little voice crack and then come the tears. He misses his mommy, and of course, I miss him too, but one of us has to keep it together. The little guy can't think that mommy's falling apart too. From what the fam says he is 100% fine untill he hears his mommies voice. Last night he pleaded with me: 'mom, can't you go get on the plane now and come see me?'. Kids have no concept of distance and airline ticket rules which make it all the more difficult to explain, but it's going to be okay. I will be seeing him tomorrow at 1pm. I think our hearts can make it one more day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the despair of imagining a time when the hugs grow farther apart, and his little voice doesn't crack because he misses me. Thoughts like that are not good for a time like this. For now, I will just get as many hugs as possible and soak in every time the little man says 'I love you mom!'&lt;br /&gt;Hello Tomorrow, I am so excited to see you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3503665589969023585?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3503665589969023585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3503665589969023585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3503665589969023585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3503665589969023585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-ouch-my-heart.html' title='Oh Ouch, My Heart!!'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-4072881671648710123</id><published>2008-06-26T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:24:03.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going With the Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SGOl8n31gtI/AAAAAAAAABk/a7VT41oOlGo/s1600-h/rapids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216195254339076818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SGOl8n31gtI/AAAAAAAAABk/a7VT41oOlGo/s200/rapids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind has been so restless with questions and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wanderings&lt;/span&gt; about the future lately. What's coming Lord? What's coming Lord? WHAT'S COMING LORD? (I'm telling you: God really doesn't need a hearing aid-- His hearing is perfect.) I'm so thankful that the Lord does not get annoyed and run away, but also know that God only answers what He knows we need answers to, and strictly on His time table. I have also come to believe that multiple choice questions may not be from the Lord. We give Him our lists of questions and say "Okay God, is it A or B?", and then when we hear nothing then ALL has failed. We are a silly people, but still amazingly loved by an awesome God!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I finally woke up!! Literally, and in a totally new deeper 'awake' way all at the same time. I'm spending all this time asking questions instead of just enjoying the journey. God is obviously not going to answer my many questions right now, and for some reason there are things that simply must wait. The only question that really matters right now is 'Will I trust Him?', and I believe that I have decided that I don't really have a choice, but if I did I would still choose trust. He has never failed me, never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; me, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; never abandoned me. He has done and will continue to do everything He says He is going to do, and I don't have to understand it! (EXHALE!!) I really really don't!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning the Lord reminded me of a vision (picture in my head) He had given me years ago. I was floating down a river. At some points the river was calm and it was safe to stand and check out the surroundings, and at the same time look a little ahead to see what was down stream. At other times the waters became rapids taking me down scary turns and jostling me to what felt like my sure death; what is coming? am I going to hit a rock, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tumble&lt;/span&gt; down a waterfall with sharp rocks at the bottom? what if I end up down a wrong stream and lost from the place I belong? when will the rapids end and I find rest? At those times I am desperate to attempt to stand and try to see ahead, just a small attempt to protect myself from what may or may not be coming, but sure enough standing would only cause me to lose strength, and be beaten by the very waves that are taking me exactly where I am suppose to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the waters get ruff and the turns get scary there is no other position to be except prostrate before the Lord; keeping our focus up to higher places, to a MORE sure face. His-- The Director of the RIVER!! The Waters Himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's ahead but He calls Himself Good and the works He does are also named the same: Good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me Lord to keep my focus on You. To not self protect but believe that You are taking me exactly where You want me to be, and if it leads to any death it will be the death of the thing that no longer needs to haunt me-- fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-4072881671648710123?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/4072881671648710123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=4072881671648710123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4072881671648710123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/4072881671648710123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-with-flow.html' title='Going With the Flow'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SGOl8n31gtI/AAAAAAAAABk/a7VT41oOlGo/s72-c/rapids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7982423841607145079</id><published>2008-06-19T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:27:33.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singletonville Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SFpeWiYWalI/AAAAAAAAABc/HPhOAf86H_M/s1600-h/2007+Athens+Christmas+Parade+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213583259913841234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SFpeWiYWalI/AAAAAAAAABc/HPhOAf86H_M/s200/2007+Athens+Christmas+Parade+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so good! I have some friends from church that own a beautiful house in the country with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; underground pool. Well, they have gone on vacation for the week and guess who's been asked to water the flowers and make sure the pool is being used? Yes! You're right! Me!!! So, the last 3 days ,after getting off of work, I've been packing my tanning lotion(with 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spf&lt;/span&gt; ), my towel, journal, and of course The word, putting my swimming suit on and driving myself to my very own personal retreat!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you better not minimize my blessing! God definitely worked out them going on this trip the same week that I happened to be all alone. Yes, He really did!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been such a blessing to just &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; with Him. We're not always saying a lot and honestly my face hasn't been glued to the word (even though I do really love His word), we've just been hanging out together. Nothing is better then friendship with the Lord!! I'm amazed at His desire to &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; with me, and the amazing rest and peace that comes from being with Him, and how it never gets old, it's always fresh and new; every single time!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, in the land of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Singletonville&lt;/span&gt;, all is well. Do I miss my son? Yes. Do I want a husband? Yes., Am I enjoying and rejoicing in today? Oh YEAH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Lord and You satisfy me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7982423841607145079?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7982423841607145079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7982423841607145079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7982423841607145079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7982423841607145079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/06/singletonville-episode-2.html' title='Singletonville Episode 2'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SFpeWiYWalI/AAAAAAAAABc/HPhOAf86H_M/s72-c/2007+Athens+Christmas+Parade+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-1099509059706628389</id><published>2008-06-18T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:48:20.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Radical Dependency</title><content type='html'>We all have something in us that pulls us towards a dependency on something or someone else. Why is this? Even the most independant woman will find herself in a position of dependency in some area of her life. No matter how hard we fight against it we can catch ourselves so easily becoming dependent on another person, food, our jobs, almost anything that, for a moment, makes us feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the Lord has shown me that He has created us with a need, a need that must be satisfied, but can only be satisfied by Him, and when that dependency doesn't belong to Him we will intrap ourselves in it somewhere else. Our fight against that need, that dependency, only leads us in a deeper dependency of something temporary, and in most cases, unsafe or unhealthy. We must allow Him to be our ALL in every area of our lives. We are designed to be dependent on something, but that dependancy can seldom be shared-- we cannot have two masters!&lt;br /&gt;My prayer today is that I will allow the Lord to have ALL my need, ALL my dependency. That other people or things would not be were I place that part of me. I don't want to fight it because it is a losing battle. He has created us to be dependent, because of His desire to be our Everything.&lt;br /&gt;So the question is 'Will we let Him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Chemical dependency" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_dependency"&gt;Chemical dependency&lt;/a&gt;, a need for a substance so strong that it becomes necessary to have this substance to function properly:    He is our substance to function! That is radical dependency!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-1099509059706628389?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/1099509059706628389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=1099509059706628389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1099509059706628389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/1099509059706628389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/06/radical-dependency.html' title='Radical Dependency'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-6394571223540189357</id><published>2008-06-17T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:56:04.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singletonville Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay, so this is life with no kid AND no husband (In absolutely no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; order; because I can):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught myself daydreaming while brushing my teeth this morning that today would be the magical day the man that God has for me finally crosses my path, and I just want to say to myself 'that is okay'. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chicken salad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; for dinner; my son hates chicken salad. No complaints for dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran in and out of the grocery store-- WITH EASE-- oh yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; 11:30 at Brandy's house and felt all rebellious driving home SO late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after driving back from Nashville, I had a three hour nap! Yes, you read correct, 3 hours!! I was told yesterday though that, that really isn't a nap. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I think I will make up a random name for sleepy times over 1 hour in the middle of the day. We should call them sleeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sabbaticals&lt;/span&gt;: make a note of that so you can use it if you ever get to have one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Sunday, I watched 3 back to back episodes of My Name is Earl. Now that, my friend, was a good time of spacing out, brain dead laughter-- much needed at times peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T JUDGE ME!! (fyi: line from first season)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I had an awesome time with Jesus on my drive back from Nashville. He was so near to me all the way home. I really felt Him stirring in me an excitement of these coming weeks alone, like He has a really special treasure for me to unwrap, that can only be givin' with just me and Him. Exciting stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;My soul wait silently for God alone for my expectation comes from Him. Psalms Something.&lt;br /&gt;I truly am expectant of the Lord for His great promises and blessings during this season. He is so good ALL THE TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Matthew is having a blast with the fam in MO which you know greatly helps me just to relax and enjoy myself too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-6394571223540189357?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/6394571223540189357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=6394571223540189357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6394571223540189357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/6394571223540189357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/06/singletonville-episode-1.html' title='Singletonville Episode 1'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-2679078910174867637</id><published>2008-06-11T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:53:44.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where ya been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SE_KlKZqeGI/AAAAAAAAABU/EHN8XqOCsYg/s1600-h/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210606033686919266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SE_KlKZqeGI/AAAAAAAAABU/EHN8XqOCsYg/s200/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 'comment question' definitely worth addressing, and well Kim (and anyone else that may be wonding) I don't really know. I think my brain may be a little sunfried, but I feel a healing coming on, a refreshing flood of peace and clarity. Wow, I think this will be good for ALL that are around me, whether they be bloggers, and you know, those 'other' people. Thanks, &lt;a href="http://my12hats.blogspot.com/2008/06/29-hours-and-counting.html"&gt;29 hours and counting...&lt;/a&gt; , for being so real. This blog really opened my eyes to the reason for my fast pace and busyness; my cutie pie is leaving soon too; of course I speak of my son Matthew. This weekend we will be heading up to Nashville to meet my mom. He will be spending two weeks of the summer with her. I know that he will have a blast, but what the heck will I do? Well, I think that's a good ending question for this blog. How about some creative, healthy, fun ideas for what the mom with no kids should do for two whole weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-2679078910174867637?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/2679078910174867637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=2679078910174867637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2679078910174867637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/2679078910174867637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-ya-been.html' title='Where ya been?'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SE_KlKZqeGI/AAAAAAAAABU/EHN8XqOCsYg/s72-c/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3928227071926529181</id><published>2008-06-02T13:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:17:34.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The silly masks we hide behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEQq8ZeP2nI/AAAAAAAAABM/f-gTMjMOKdk/s1600-h/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207334286265408114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEQq8ZeP2nI/AAAAAAAAABM/f-gTMjMOKdk/s200/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think you get the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3928227071926529181?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3928227071926529181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3928227071926529181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3928227071926529181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3928227071926529181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/06/silly-masks-we-hide-behind.html' title='The silly masks we hide behind.'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEQq8ZeP2nI/AAAAAAAAABM/f-gTMjMOKdk/s72-c/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3598279812862489766</id><published>2008-06-02T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:38:20.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bummin' it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEPpbJeP2iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ijIr8XokWps/s1600-h/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207262246778952226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEPpbJeP2iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ijIr8XokWps/s200/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, me and my son are heading to Hilton Head tomorrow, and I thought you might want a detailed layout of what we will be doing: Laying on the beach (including sleeping), and playing on the beach, and, well, that's all, and if that doesn't sound like fun to you I don't really know what to say. Lots and lots of love and some sun too!Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3598279812862489766?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3598279812862489766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3598279812862489766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3598279812862489766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3598279812862489766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach-bummin-it.html' title='Beach Bummin&apos; it!!'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEPpbJeP2iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ijIr8XokWps/s72-c/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-7656393605894692425</id><published>2008-05-30T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:59:47.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew loves dogs, dogs love Matthew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEAi_JeP2hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/teluKAYU1GY/s1600-h/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206199637510183442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEAi_JeP2hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/teluKAYU1GY/s200/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Matthew at Lake Jocassee with some strangers dog named Pumpkin. Notice the sweet smile, dirty cloths, and long bangs; he's 100% boy, but one of the kindest I know, and others that are not his mommy would vouch for that. Being a mom is wonderful, and I happen to think that being a mom to boys is the best, except when you find earthworms in their pockets while doing laundry. Yuck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-7656393605894692425?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/7656393605894692425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=7656393605894692425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7656393605894692425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/7656393605894692425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/05/matthew-loves-dogs-dogs-love-matthew.html' title='Matthew loves dogs, dogs love Matthew'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEAi_JeP2hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/teluKAYU1GY/s72-c/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015003139707488682.post-3148489287639252342</id><published>2008-05-30T11:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:23:52.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So here I am, thought you'd like to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEAbfJeP2gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5hchEMiiy-Q/s1600-h/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206191391172975106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEAbfJeP2gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5hchEMiiy-Q/s320/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please note the filing cabnets in the back, along with the files. I do my job and I do it good, but can't resist 'testing' the camera at work. I think it works rather well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015003139707488682-3148489287639252342?l=superstarr28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/feeds/3148489287639252342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015003139707488682&amp;postID=3148489287639252342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3148489287639252342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015003139707488682/posts/default/3148489287639252342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstarr28.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-here-i-am-thought-youd-like-to-know.html' title='So here I am, thought you&apos;d like to know.'/><author><name>Beloved of the Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05858098704598179984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WHaiDnV_Xo/SEAbfJeP2gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5hchEMiiy-Q/s72-c/christmas_funny_picture_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
