tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949759416813696692024-03-05T00:54:11.919-08:00My Sweet Revelation SongSee how God is working in my day-to-day lifeHayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-52906829247646544882010-09-06T23:13:00.000-07:002010-09-06T23:14:17.223-07:00PUT DOWN THE PEN.I know I do not stand alone when I say that I usually try to control every aspect of my life. Of course, I genuinely want God to guide all of my decisions, but the truth is I also want Him to <em>bless</em> all of my decisions. When something doesn't work out for me, whether it is a relationship, or school-related, I often criticize myself or blame my actions as the cause. I contemplate and question what I did wrong this time. <br />
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Tonight I was reminded to look at the bigger picture. God has a plan for me. For each and every one of us. He wants to be involved in <strong>every</strong> aspect of our lives. Not just at school, at work, in our relationships, but in <strong>everything</strong> we do.We must stop worrying and waiting for the next step to come along, and put <u>all</u> faith in the Lord. I haven't been able to completely comprehend this until I came across a title in a book I started <span style="font-size: x-small;">(<em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Writes-Your-Story-Expanded/dp/1601421656/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1283839347&sr=1-1">When God Writes Your Love Story</a> by Eric & Leslie Ludy</em>).</span> It says, "Giving God the Pen". These four simple words sent me in to a reality check.<br />
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This past year I have grown tremendously in my faith, but have I really handed over my pen to God? Have I trusted Him with my whole heart, and let Him be the center of my focus? We <em>must</em> lean on God <em>alone</em> and allow Him to guide and direct <u>every part of our existence</u>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Psalm 32:8 says, "I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go."</em></span> <br />
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If our focus is not entirely on Him, we will miss His directions completely, and follow our heart's selfish desires. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...This was heavy on my heart tonight and I just wanted to share these thoughts with you. I highly recommend any and every single lady or man out there to get this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Writes-Your-Story-Expanded/dp/1601421656/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1283839347&sr=1-1">book</a>! Every page is full of advice, encouragement, and TRUTH - straight from God's words. I'm sure I'll be referencing a lot to this book for a while, I hope you don't mind. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Summer is over and I'm finally getting back in to the swing of things. Classes have started, my Christian college group is finally meeting again, and my ladies' bible study begins next week! So I'm looking forward to sharing my thoughts and inspirations with you once again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Hayley</em></span>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-47754194140388569922010-06-30T16:51:00.000-07:002010-06-30T16:51:52.080-07:00broken ashes.<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hi friends. I've just got to get this off my chest. Please don't mind if I spill for a bit...</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you've been following me for a while then you may have read about my testimony and are familiar that it begins with emptiness and heartbrake from a past relationship. So I'll start from the beginning and try to make this brief and not go off on a total whim. I dated a guy for a little over 4 years starting in highschool through college. He was a few years older than me, and fit the "dangerous boy" characteristics to a tee. (WHAT is it with young girls falling for the bad boys!?) A year into the relationship it turned cold. It was not a pure, Godly relationship. I grew into a different person with him. I neglected my friends and family. I grew up in a Christian home with Godly parents. They did not approve of him right off the bat. He began lying, sneaking around, and partying all the time. I was young and naive so I just continued to put up with it and give him my heart...to make a long story short - after 4 years, he cheated on me numerous times - we ended things. He moved to Miami and I eventually moved off to college. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A couple of years passed and he ended up moving back to our hometown, and we started to keep in touch from time to time. It was strictly a "civil" basis just to see how one another was doing and such. I have moved on from him. I am healed. I forgave him in my heart and I had forgiven him for all the pain he caused me long ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This past year at college I got involved in a christian organization and turned my life around completely. I really started to become close to the Lord once again, and my faith has been stronger now than in my entire life. Well, this year my ex-boyfriend keeps popping in my life again, more than I would like. He got a job working where my BEST friend works. And let me tell ya, this has caused so much drama, it's unreal. Because he still lives the same lifestyle he always has - now I just get to hear about it from my best girlfriend. Him and I have developed some sort of friendship these past few months, although I would not say we're buddies. (I know, I know- you're all thinking "WHYY?!!" I can't tell you why, maybe because I'm bored, or maybe because it's just a 'comfortable' friendship??) But it is difficult when he tells me one thing, then she tells me another... We live in a small town so everybody knows everybody = drama. Several of my friends here recently have run into him. Ofcourse I hear about it as soon as it happens. So when he buys my girlfriends drinks at the bar ofcourse it's going to strike a nerve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To be clear, I have NO intentions to get back with my ex-boyfriend. I have ZERO feelings for him, and I'm not even the least bit attracted to him anymore. I know that it has been a huge mistake keeping in contact with him recently. If I talk to him or see him, I am not myself. It's like we're still in that awful relationship and I'm trapped. I thank God everyday that my mistakes with him did not cause LIFETIME consequences. His negative actions rub off on me when I'm around him. Even when we argue it's just like old times. The hatred and awful things we say just comes out so easily. I think part of it is because we just DO NOT click, and it's just what we're used to doing together - arguing. I recently decided that enough was enough! He is not good for me, I do not need him in my life. He will only continue to bring me down. So I told him that I was done with the so-called "friendship" we have. He's been nothing but hateful ever since. Texting me awful things just to hurt me, etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I keep asking God "WHY? Why does he have to keep appearing in my life after all these years?" Just when I finally have my life on track - I'm trying to become the Christian woman God wants me to be... I wonder if it is a test. Having him pop up in my life when my faith is strong - to see how I'll handle it. Will I fall into temptation? Will I let his actions influence my words, my behavior? So far, I have. I have failed. The WORST part about it is he knows that I've been strong in my Faith. So when I make a mistake or let him influence me - he calls me hypocritical...sadly it is true. I have failed my God, my Heavanly Father, my King. I have let my ex get the best of me. It is clear that him and I should not be friends. I need to cut off <em>all</em> communication to him whatsoever. He is only bringing me down, and I just can't seem to be a good Christian example to him. I need not to be involved in any of the drama that revolves around him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whew! Thanks for letting me ramble. You're an angel if you actually read this through. I know we all have a first love, or a past relationship that can haunt us from time to time. All I can do is <em>pray</em> for him and I to go our separate ways forever, and pray for strength to be a Christian example shall I run into him again. Any words of advice would be helpful! Please tell me I'm not alone in the battle to part ways with my ex once and for all. IS it possible to have a civil friendship with an old love?? From my experiences -<em> absolutely not</em>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Young girls, be careful and <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">gaurd your heart</span>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I came across this powerful song today and it just reached out and grabbed my heart. I want to "trade my ashes in for beauty". My ashes represent my broken relationship. I want to give my past to the Lord. I want Him to take it and do away with it. Here is my heart, Lord. Take it and seal it, seal it for thy courts above. I want nothing more than to lay every burden down at the foot of the cross.</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;">Kathryn Scott - At The Foot of The Cross</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>"At the foot of the cross</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Where grace and suffering meet</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>You have shown me Your love</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Through the judgment You received</em></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>And You've won my heart</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Yes You've won my heart</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Now I can</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Trade these ashes in for beauty</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>And wear forgiveness like a crown</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Coming to kiss the feet of mercy</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>I lay every burden down</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>At the foot of the cross</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>At the foot of the cross</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Where I am made complete</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>You have given me life</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Through the death You bore for me </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>I'm laying every burden down</em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>I'm laying every burden down</em></span> </span>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-62862802343697666952010-06-23T22:13:00.000-07:002010-06-23T22:13:03.030-07:00never alone.<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Walk</span> with the <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">knowledge</span> that you <em>never</em> walk alone.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Live</span> with the security that there is better to come. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Believe</span> with the <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">faith</span> that you <em>are</em> loved. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span>-unkown</span></span>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-85622533024364374932010-05-26T23:52:00.000-07:002010-05-26T23:52:38.464-07:00shuffle.<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>I was visiting over at </em></span><a href="http://www.imasouthernmomma.com/2010/05/i-got-nothin.html"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Short Southern Momma's</em></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> blog- and decided to steal her idea of a very random post. I only have over 2,000 songs on my ipod. The songs vary anywhere from classical, to christian, alternative, jazz, rap, and all the way to a little Southern rock. You'll mostly find country on my playlists, but I like just about everything. Isn't it funny how we can be in a different "music mood" every day? I know my mood changes all the time! </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Here's the first 10 songs on my ipod shuffle.</em></span><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>1. How Should I know {Eli Young Band}</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>2. Collide {Howie Day}</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>3. Pretty Eyes {Jason Reeves}</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>4. Only You Can Love Me This Way {Keith Urban}</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>5. The Little Things {Colbie Caillat}</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>6. I Still Believe {Jeremy Camp}</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>7. A Storm Blew In {Brandon Rhyder}</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">8. We Are Broken {Paramore}</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">9. Please Don't Stop the Music {Rihanna}</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">10. Whatcha Say {Jason Derulo}</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Pretty random list of songs! Haha. Gotta love the random posts! So what's on your shuffle playlist?? </span></em></div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-57424667527398868862010-05-23T19:22:00.000-07:002010-05-23T19:22:28.922-07:00summer projects.Hi friends! Sorry I've been out of the loop lately. I've missed you all dearly. <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Summer is HERE</span>!! FINALLY. I tried to stay off my laptop during the week of final exams. Once they were all done I celebrated with friends. Relaxed. And just enjoyed myself. I packed up and headed home to stay with my parents for a few weeks. <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">It has been just lovely. It has been nice at home just doing things around the house. I always have to have <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>projects</em></span>. I like to keep myself busy. Who would've thought? After a CRAZY long semester of classes you'd think I'd like to take it easy. Well, I did take a couple days to be a couch potato, but that didn't last long! I'm not working right now, and I don't start summer classes until the first of July. Since my parents are working I always try to do my part when I've got free time - and get some things done that they don't have the time to do. So these next few weeks I'm looking forward to being one busy girl! Here are a few things I've gotten started on...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Excercise 5 days a week</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Clean OUT closets</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Have a garage sale</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. Paint guest bedroom</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5. Backyard flowerbeds</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoRCpbrs12pWl-SUtazITRiJ5zCvvAJiD_6Pf05krDriiVb8DWj4Nmt5JrcCeT6fiaqLvNtl21ARxtyCXZANRMhGF1dquNu-kI6T5sVY5iZE0W8WWtOfeG0ZmmB1zf16UhIakaSaGtj7k/s1600/103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoRCpbrs12pWl-SUtazITRiJ5zCvvAJiD_6Pf05krDriiVb8DWj4Nmt5JrcCeT6fiaqLvNtl21ARxtyCXZANRMhGF1dquNu-kI6T5sVY5iZE0W8WWtOfeG0ZmmB1zf16UhIakaSaGtj7k/s320/103.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I do love projects! Especially if it involves <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">organizing</span>, or <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">getting rid of junk</span>. The excercising- not so much. Blehh. But hey, I'm doing good so far. Since I don't have my gym here I take Bella to the local park where we have a real nice 3.5 mile trail. I've gone every morning this week. I really look forward to the trail. <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It leads through woods </span>that run smack in the middle of town. <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Over a few small streams</span>, and by several children's parks. For that hour and 15 minute walk- <em>no cell phone</em>, <em>no internet</em>, simply just my ipod playlists and the <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">whistling of nature that surrounds me</span>. I really enjoy it a lot more than the treadmill. I get so bored with that machine... My parents are putting our house on the market later this year so we're doing our best to clean out as much as we can. I've always been a major packrat so now it's time to throw out old junk! There's a few rooms in the house that I'd like to repaint. Some good neutral colors will do... I absolutely LOVE working in the flowerbeds! <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I like to get my hands dirty</span>. Isn't it strange that I'd much rather pull weeds, trim hedges, and plant rather than paying somebody else to do it?! I don't think it's strictly a man's job! Planting beautiful flowers. Landscaping. I love it all! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll keep you posted on my projects. We're having the garage sale next weekend. What ever we can't get rid of will be going to GoodWill...I've missed you, bloggy friends! I've been searching for some inspiration lately for a good post. I guess this will have to do! Lots more going on around here, but I thought I'd share a few things with you. What summer projects do you have going on?! </div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-48217083471778153652010-05-05T09:22:00.000-07:002010-05-05T09:23:08.977-07:00fiesta de mayo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When I think of <span style="color: red;">Cinco de Mayo</span> I think of</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Have a fun, festive day!</span> </span></div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-18731571782233640732010-05-02T20:57:00.000-07:002010-05-02T20:57:50.598-07:00unfortunate pattern.It seems as I've been in a spiritual rut. I've been getting overwhelmed with classes, exams, studying, and daydreaming of summer time approaching. I have not been putting God first. When I get this way- I tend to <em>withdrawl</em>. I don't want to hang out with friends or go to functions- I just want to have "me" time and do what I want. No, I don't like to sit at home and sulk. I just stay focused on my studies, working out, shopping, or other little things I enjoy doing by <strike>myself</strike>. <br />
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When I get this way I tend to pick a part myself. Not just physically, but mentally as well. I <strong>question</strong> if I'm doing the right thing, or if I'm heading in the right direction with my life. I <strong>wonder</strong> if I'm ever going to "get there". Will I <strong>ever</strong> accomplish my goals? Will I <strong>ever</strong> meet the love of my life? I continue to pick apart myself as I look around me. All my friends are graduating college. I on the other hand, still have a couple years to go. (If I had known exactly what I wanted to do a few years ago- I would be graduating too)...Most of them are either engaged, married, or married with atleast one kid. I just feel so behind. To me, it seems as though I'll never get there. <em>I don't want to wish my life away</em>- I want to stay young forever. But I do want to get on with this stage in my life. All I can do is pray that God guides each step of mine. <br />
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I have not been in my Word lately. So therefore, I know exactly why I'm in this <strike>rut</strike>. When I'm reading God's word every single day I feel more at peace. I'm <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">comforted. Guided. Fulfilled. Reassured</span>...and when I fall away I begin to feel like THIS all over again. <em>It is a pattern</em>. At times I'll get on a spiritual high- and I'm feeling on FIRE for the Lord every single day. I'll see Him speak to me. I see Him in my life EVERY DAY. Then I continue with that <em>satisfied feeling</em> and try to carry it with me for as long as it lasts, and I'll get out of my faithful habits. I'll skip reading for a day...or two....then it becomes three. Before I know it I haven't read my Bible or prayed to the Lord and thanked Him for all he's done in an entire week! Then, this leads to the return of old habits, sinful ways. I'll feel so guilty and convicted that I don't even feel worthy enough to pray to the Lord. So I don't. I mean why should I ask for His help and forgiveness when I fail Him over and over again? When I do things I promised Him I'd never do again. So you see, it's so easy for the devil to attack me when I'm in this rut. It's like <strong>I'll take one step forward, and two steps back.</strong> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Praise the Lord</span> that He continues to be there for us even when we neglect Him. I know He is here for me. <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No matter what I do</span>. Sometimes it is just hard to swallow my pride and ask for forgiveness, even when we know we don't deserve it. It's hard to even grasp the concept of His forgiveness. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgivenss of sins, accordance with the riches of God's grace." -Ephesians 1:7</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Cast your burdens on the Lord and He will sustain you; He will never permit the righteouss to be moved." -Psalm 55:22</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." -1 John 1:9</span>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-16897502862772002862010-05-01T11:22:00.000-07:002010-05-01T11:22:48.560-07:00i'm dreaming of a place...Two weeks! Just two weeks left of the semester for me. Next week I don't have class, but I'll be stuck in the library or at my laptop studying my time away. Many of you dealing with the same stress right now...it's ALMOST over! Today I've been <em>dreaming of a heavanly place</em>...I can't seem to think of anything but having my toes in the sand.<br />
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Akumal, Mexico. In just 2 months I'll be headed there for a week full of relaxation! My parents' best friends have a 3 story rental house down there. It's amazing. My parents have stayed there, but this will be my first time. I've only seen pictures. We are taking a family trip- my parents, the brothers, me and our friends' family. My mom is afraid that this may be the last year that one of us isn't engaged or married. So she's all about the "family time" right now. This will be our first family trip in about 4 years. And even then, my oldest brother didn't get to join us. So we're pretty excited to say the least!<br />
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The house is a bit secluded in a cove. Walking out on to the back porch is the inground pool. Then you'll come to the beautiful, crisp white sand. You'll walk under the shade of many palm trees until you reach the ocean's surface! Yep, the beach is their backyard. Although there are plenty of bedrooms in the house, you can sleep on the roof- on one of the couches, and <em>count the stars until you fall asleep</em>. Or how about <em>a hammock under the palm trees</em>?? <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Beautiful, huh? These pictures are not of the actual house. You'll have to wait until I return from the trip! :) Are you taking a vacation trip this summer?? Where to!?</div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-91828805095193994852010-04-28T11:38:00.000-07:002010-04-28T11:38:12.073-07:00windy poplars 'kindred connection'.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong><a href="http://windy-poplars.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Windy Poplars" src="http://i885.photobucket.com/albums/ac53/ImJessezGirl/KindredConnectionSpring-Widget-2.jpg" /></a></strong></em></span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Check out Windy Poplars "Kindred Connection Party" over at her blog. Just a few fun questions for this lovely Wednesday. Check out her blog </em></span><a href="http://windy-poplars.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>here</em></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>. I'm a new follower- her blog is very inspirational!</em></span> <br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>1. What is your cultural heritage, and is it a part of your life (eg. do you celebrate your cultural holidays, or have special traditions or food that comes from your heritage)?</strong></em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;">When asked about my heritage growing up I'd smile and say "I'm Texan!!" haha because I never really knew (such a Texan thing to say, huh??). My family is English and Scottish. I wish I could say we were something a bit more interesting such as Italian or Irish- but I guess our original "heritage" isn't a big part of our family. We do love to celebrate the holidays together with the traditional menu of turkey and dressing. We have quite a few good cooks in our family. My grandmothers and my mom can make the best homemade pies you've ever tasted! I finally learned how to bake one this past Christmas! I have a very close knit family, I'm so blessed to have their love and support.</span> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>2. Give a short description of your vision for your blog</em>.</strong></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">I started this blog to journal my walk of faith with the Lord. I've done a lot of growing up this past year and I have seen Christ work in my life more than ever. Some incredible things have happened around me and I'm thrilled to share them with you! I'm sure than many of you can relate to the happenings in my life- and I pray it will comfort you, or touch you in a positive way. I hope to<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"> inspire</span> and <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">encourage</span>. Growing up is tough! Being a woman is even tougher! I enjoy reaching out to others and reading your posts has blessed me in many ways.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>5. Are you involved in any social club (garden club, dinner club, book club, etc.) - or would you like to be?</em></strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">I'm involved in a college ladies' bible study on Sunday night. It's been an incredible group of about 10 girls this year. We've shared a lot with each other, supported one another through hard times- and I've made some wonderful, Christian friendships. We are currently studying the book of Ruth. It's been amazing. I would love to join an excercise class! </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em></em></span></div></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-40246447355271436012010-04-26T20:26:00.000-07:002010-04-26T21:09:32.774-07:00do not worry.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> This is where I'm at right now. I'm in that awkward stage of life. Where I have figured myself out (for the most part) I know what I want, but I'm just waiting on God's perfect timing. For <em>everything</em>. I'm finishing up my fourth year of college and now I'm working on getting into Nursing School. I've worked really hard to get to where I'm at and I can't lose my focus. However, that does not mean I should neglect time with the Lord. He comes first! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Each day I try to look around and <strong>count my blessings</strong>. I know that they can be taken away in an <strike>instant</strike>. I'm trying not to worry. And I'm more importantly trying to lean on God and let Him guide, gaurd, and direct me. I lose too much sleep over these things. I shouldn't. I'm in college! This should be THE MOST exciting, fun time of my life...Confession: I haven't been in my Word lately. I need to set aside more time to read His <span style="color: red;">word</span>. All of His <span style="color: red;">ANSWERS</span>- His <span style="color: red;">DIRECTIONS</span> are right infront of me!! And I'm not even paying attention to them! So here are a few that I found encouraging today. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavanly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" -Matthew 6:25-27</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-68271947022928160312010-04-26T11:42:00.000-07:002010-04-26T11:42:25.139-07:00farm spring flowers.This weekend was just what I'd hoped for! Very low-key and relaxing. With all the stress of school it was nice to just be home for a few days. Friday I spent the evening with Mom and Dad. We went to my favorite mexican food place then rented a movie. We watched "Couples Retreat" with Vince Vaugn- I knew it would be halarious and a bit suggestive. I don't recommend this one for family night..haha! It was funny though, and the scenery was BEAUTIFUL. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Saturday Mom and I spend some time pulling weeds and planting flowers around the house. We planted lantana, summer snapdragons, petunias, and a few bushes. I've always enjoyed yardwork. I like getting my hands dirty, and I love getting a tan. The weather was absolutely PERFECT! It was about 75 degrees, really strong winds and big blue skies! It was just gorgeous.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Sunday after church we all went to lunch then stopped by the farm house to water the flowers. Ohhhh man, are they beautiful! I took a few pictures to share with you! If you haven't read my previous post, this is our little "get-away" cottage house. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-61280812071346390572010-04-21T11:32:00.000-07:002010-04-21T11:32:28.386-07:00dear weekend- please hurry.I don't know about you, but I am glad the week is halfway over. The end of the semester presentations, speeches, and exams are all starting to pile up. As soon as I catch my breath it's time to do it all over again for another class. I'm looking forward to this weekend. I said I wasn't going to make another trip home until after finals- but with all the stress on my mind I think a few days with the family would be just lovely. <br />
We have a farm house about 30 minutes north of our home. It's 80 acres of pasture surrounded by woods and a small pond. There's a little old cottage house on the front corner that we completely gutted- we redid everything from the walls to the bathroom and even the porches. Basically the only thing we didn't touch was the frame of the house, the small doorways with glass knobs, and a few other antique features. Somehow, my sweet 'ole dad let my mother and I decorate the 2 bedroom cottage in "shabby chic" style. It's precious! I'll have to post pictures. It's just a really special place to us now. My mom started a small garden this past year, and I swear she plants more flowers every single week! And my dad has several projects going on out there. His most recent being the new barn that he is quickly filling with his "toys", you know the kind- tools, yard supplies, tractors, etc. <br />
The farm house has been a perfect get-away to us all. We have friends and family out for a cook-out just about every weekend. Momma will whip up some of her homecooked mexican food, or Dad will cook ribs or hamburgers out on the grill...They plan to build a house on the back of the land, and eventually get a few horses. But I'm sure we will keep the cottage as a guest house. There is nothing I like more than sittin' on the back porch, listening to an acoustic guitar, star-gazing, with the ones I love most. It's perfect.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Hope you all have a wonderful week. I guess you noticed that I survived my speech on Monday. Whew! I am so glad that's over. :)</div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-77062646793181025852010-04-19T08:21:00.000-07:002010-04-19T08:21:30.278-07:00greatest freak out EVER.So this post has absolutely nothing to do with anything. But for WEEKS I have been dreading giving my 6 minute speech this morning. Today is the day. For 4 years I have avoided this freshman class. I HATE speech. HATE it. I don't like public speaking! I cannot even tell you how much sleep I have lost over this gosh-darn awful class. <br />
This morning my big brother sent me this link. He has an odd talent of finding the most random, halarious youtube videos. He always finds a way to make me laugh! He said "just imagine all the kids in your class going home and doing THIS..."<br />
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caution: if you are at work- turn the volume down a bit. :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know why I had saved them all these years. Some of them even went back to the year 2004...we must had just started dating then. I kept almost every email from our relationship. Many of them were short and sweet, sappy love letters. While most of them were hateful, and filled with drama. The things we said to each other were rediculous. If someone were to ever read those emails I would be so ashamed and embarassed! I'm NOT the same girl I was back then, but it crushes me to see how young and naive I was. After a year in that relationship, I had absolutely no backbone. I didn't stand up for myself and I put up with so much crap. My life revolved around that boy and I did absolutely anything to keep him. How sad...but hey, we live and we learn. I probably would not take back a second of that relationship because it taught me so much. I am a much stronger person today because of it. I know exactly what I deserve and I will NOT settle for less. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back to the emails. I deleted them. <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">EVERY</span> single one. After reading a few, I just got rid of them all. There is no point in reminiscing or reliving what the boy and I were going through at that time. All the pain and suffering is in the <strong>past</strong>. There is something about deleting those emails that <em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FREED</span></em> me. It felt good. We have been broken up for a couple years now, and we do communicate on a civilized basis from time to time, but it just felt really nice to be able to get rid of those letters forever. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>They are gone</em>. And all the drama, the hateful words we said to each other are just a <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">memory</span>. Nobody will ever know the sinful, unhealthy, painful words that were said or the depth of our relationship. </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I encourage you- if you are holding on to "letters" of your past, please <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">GET RID OF THEM</span>! You don't need the <strike>reminder</strike> or the <strike>pain</strike>. I'm not saying go burn all of your old love letters, but I'm suggesting that you throw out anything that is preventing you from moving on completely from a sinful, or hurtful past. We all do it. Most of us have something hiding in our closet, under our bed, in a box, or even on the internet that we're holding on to. You must LET GO of it so you can</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">MOVE ON.</span></span>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-16783879275129865432010-04-15T20:48:00.000-07:002010-04-15T20:49:05.087-07:00dating boundaries.<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every three weeks there is a group </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of approximately 30 college girls that meet together for a ladies' bible study. The sessions are geared toward leading a "pure life". Last night we got together to hear a young woman's testimony. I really love hearing other people's testimonies because I like to know that I'm not the only one with a past. I like to see how I can relate to others and exchange advice. She spoke about her</span> high school/college years and the unhealthy relationship she was involved in. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Growing up, she never had a loving, relationship with her father. So she always looked to a guy, a relationsip, or sexual behavior to fulfill that insecurity. She continued to sleep around hoping to find happiness and comfort. Finally, she was introduced to God and the church by a friend of hers years later. A lot of prayer, and a softened heart- she decided that she would take <em>6 months with no guys in her life</em>. No dating guys, no calling, no guy friends- nothing. She had never developed good relationships with girls or with herself so this would be a time of healing. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During those months she become closer to God than ever before. She prayed to Him, talked to Him, and journaled every day developing a relationship with Him. She was baptized into Christ and accepted Jesus as her Savior. At the end of 6 months with no male contact whatsoever she was <em>prepared, guarded,</em> and ready to find her husband. One day she was introduced to her best friend's older brother. (Lots of sweet, funny, romantic details here)...they started dating. She told us that they had both come from a "sexual past", therefore they were each now living their life for the Lord and were no longer looking to make the same mistakes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">What caught my attention was the BOUNDARIES they set for themselves-- I haven't really put a whole lot of thought into this until now. I'm really glad she brought this up. If you have an unclean past and are longing for a Christian relationship but maybe you think that you cannot remain PURE- you can! With God's help and setting a few boundaries in your relationship- I listed a few below, pay close attention!</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>*<strong>Do not go on dates alone</strong> ALL the time. Try going out with friends and other couples. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>*<strong>Hold off on kissing</strong> Make him work for it. Make him WAIT for it. Whether it's weeks or months. (I have my own standards for this one which will be another post- however I did not take it so seriously until she brought this up) This sooner you kiss the sooner you will have that desire to go a little further. Also, the longer you kiss only makes it harder to stop. I know it sounds a little juvenille, but it's the truth.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>*<strong>Don't spend all hours of the night together</strong>. For some reason these mistakes tend to happen at night, and you have no business staying at his place until 3:00am. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>*<strong>Don't lay down together</strong>. Not on the couch, and especially not on the bed. Eventually, this only leads to unpure desires. (Since you/and or him have crossed the line with someone before it will be real easy to do it again) An innocent kiss, laying on the couch can trigger unpure desires and lead to a mistake veryyy quickly. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>*<strong>Don't spend every single day together</strong>. We've all done it. I know I have. When you're in a serious relationship you feel like putting your life on hold to be with him every single day. It's not good because you get too comfortable with each other. Save this for marriage! </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>*<strong>Invest quality time with other GIRLS</strong>. Your friendships are one of THE most important treasures in life. Besides, when things go wrong in your relationship you will need friends! We are all guilty of putting our girls on the backburner when we're falling head-over-heels for a new guy. Don't do it! You need them!</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Those are just a few thoughtful BOUNDARIES you should consider when dating. I know that I am looking for a husband and I do NOT want to make the same mistakes I have made in the past. So in order to do this I discuss boundaries when I date. I have a list of all the qualities I look for in a man- and I will not bend on these. I suggest every single young woman to do this- writing it down makes it concrete. Keep it in your Bible or in a journal.</span>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-82259078284628957252010-04-11T20:46:00.000-07:002010-04-11T20:46:13.052-07:0030 loves. just because.<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">30 loves. Just because! Get to know me a little better. Maybe we have more in common than you think! :)</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">1. I love the Lord, Jesus Christ</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">2. I love being the baby sister</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">3. I love live music</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">4. I love being crafty</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">5. I love being from Texas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">6. I love all things Southern</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">7. I love lazy days in my pajamas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">8. I love a good scary movie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">9. I love wearing dresses</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">10. I love photography</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">11. I love people-watching</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">12. I love the smell of Christmas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">13. I love sweet tea</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">14. I love driving down backroads</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">15. I love homemade icecream</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">16. I love asking for advice from a stranger </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">17. I love fishing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">18. I love road-trips</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">19. I love Reeses pieces</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">20. I love garage sales</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">21. I love wild flowers</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">22. I love baking homemade pies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">23. I love sunsets</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">24. I love dressing up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">25. I love sushi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">26. I love campfires</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">27. I love laying on the beach all day</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">28. I love manicures</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">29. I love discovering new music artists</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">30. I love taking care of people</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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It's the end of my fourth year in college and I'm still a couple of years away from graduating. Although I am not in a hurry, it is hard to see all of my friends starting their lives with a job, a fiance or husband, and some even beginning to start a family! In my college career, I took a few detours- most of us do. Rarely, does anyone stick to the 4 year plan these days. I changed my major several times, and I switched community colleges. I'm finishing my first year at the University of my choice. The exams, the projects, and presentations are starting to build up- and the semester is coming to an end. It's exciting, yet frightening. If my grades don't meet Nursing requirements then I'll be in a huge mess! <br />
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I'm also looking for a new place to live. I wanted to get a house, but starting Nursing clinicals (hopefully) this Fall, I just won't have the time to keep up with it. I will rarely even be there. So I decided to just go with an apartment. A few close friends of mine are moving into a different complex and I think I'd love to be neighbors with them! A girl who is in my bible study, as well as several classes with me- we're thinking about rooming together. She has also applied to the program for the Fall, we think it would be very beneficial to both of us to live together. She's a sweetheart. A little younger than me, we have different tastes, but it seems like a good deal. I just pray to God that it will work out for the best. <br />
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So about my dog, Bella. She is a 2 year old pomeranian. I got her at 8 weeks old, and she has been the love of my life ever since. Problem: when she was a puppy I did not establish who was boss. She has a very dominant personality, and now she does not respect me. My mom told me over and over that I had to be her master, and not her playmate. Well, I didn't listen and now I'm having problems with her. She adds so much stress to my life. She prevents me from going, and doing so much. I can't just leave her with a friend to babysit- she does not mind! She barks...a lot. So everywhere I go, she goes. My mother has agreed to keep her for a few weeks at a time when I travel, or have final exams, but she will not take her... I've been asked to live with several of my good friends, but they don't allow pets. So scratch that. I've just been thinking lately that maybe I should find her another home. She is not making me happy. She puts so much stress and extra responsibility on my life- that I don't need. Not to mention when I start Nursing clinicals, I won't even be around. I just don't know what to do. I never would've thought I'd even consider the idea, but maybe it would be best now rather than later. <br />
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Some time in May I will find out if I got in to my school's Nursing program. Hundreds apply each semester, and only 40 students make the cut! Each of my classes, over 75% of the students are Nursing majors. Our University is recognized for our program. They are even building a new 23 million dollar facility for the Nursing students- it will be finished this Fall. I'm hoping that means they will accept more students! ...I'm not expecting to get in this first time around. I will reapply for the Spring if I need to. I'm not giving up! The only downside is I have ZERO courses to take this Fall. All of my prereqs are complete, so basically I will be wasting an entire semester if I don't get in... There's just a lot riding on my shoulders for this. I want it so bad. I've worked really hard, but if it's not in God's will- then I will wait. <br />
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Okay, enough whining. Thanks for letting me vent! I usually shut down when I get like this. I don't like to talk about my problems. My family knows what I'm going through- but I don't usually spill my worries to my friends. Although I need support, I don't like to sound weak or needy. Because I'm not. I like to listen to others' problems, I like to help people, to comfort and support. I'm so stressed and exhausted with all of this and more- that it's all I can keep my mind on. I lose sleep, and worry too much. I know it's a sin. I need to let GOD handle everything, just like He has done for me. A LOT of prayer will get me through each day. All I can do is take it one day at a time, like my sweet mother tells me...<em> I know that my worries probably don't even compare to some of yours. I should be thankful, and counting my blessings. My family loves and a supports everything I do. My</em> <em>family and I are healthy. We are blessed beyond compare. Thank you to all of you- some of you incredible ladies post some pretty amazing and inspirational words of God. I love keeping up with your posts! Your encouragement is appreciated more than you know! I pray that I can sleep in peace tonight and give all of my stresses to God.</em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" - Matthew 6:25-27</strong></span></em>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-31633211946225224252010-04-08T21:55:00.000-07:002010-04-08T21:55:43.276-07:00all things are possible.<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philippians 4:13 --- "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Failure</span>, a loop called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Confusion</span>, speed bumps called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Friends</span>, red lights called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Enemies</span>, caution lights called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Family</span>. You will have flats called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Jobs</span>. But, if you have a spare called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Determination</em></span>, an engine called <em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Perseverance</span></em>, insurance called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Faith</em></span>, a driver called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Jesus</em></span>, you will make it to a place called <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Success</em></span>. "All things are possible, if you only believe."</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span> Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-77157501443211796192010-04-07T21:00:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:00:55.608-07:00hear my cry, o god.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"<strong>Hear</strong> my cry, O God; <strong>listen</strong> to my prayer.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana;">From the ends of the earth <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I call to you</span>,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I call as my heart grows faint;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>lead me</em></span> to the rock that is higher than I.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana;">For <strong>you</strong> have been my refuge, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana;">a strong tower against the foe. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I <em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">long</span></em> to dwell in your tent </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">forever</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana;">and take refuge in the shelter of your wings."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana;">- Psalm 61:1-4</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Have a Blessed day! </div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-13330988208384951322010-04-06T13:45:00.000-07:002010-04-06T13:46:42.647-07:00his glory will appear.<div style="text-align: center;">This weekend I stopped in a music store looking for a new CD. I do purchase songs on iTunes but when I buy an album I like to have the actual disk...I've recently become a big fan of contemporary Christian artists. I picked up <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hillsong's</span> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Faith-Hope-Love-Hillsong/dp/B002CVQ7W0">Faith+Hope+Love</a>" </span>CD. I hadn't heard of any of the songs on it, so I figured I'd give it a try. I love the few songs I had heard by them... </div><br />
On my way back to college Sunday <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>I fell in LOVE</em></span> with this song. It's absolutely <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">beautiful.</span> So personal. The words are so sweet. I shared it with my mom and told her that if anything were to ever happen to me- THIS is the song that I'd want played at my funeral. She swatted me on my shoulder like any mother would do, and told me not to even talk like that. But you never know...<em>we aren't promised another day</em>. I hope you enjoy it as well! <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">You gave me hope </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">You made me whole </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">At the cross </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">You took my place </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">You showed me grace </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">At the cross where You died for me </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Chorus: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">And His glory appears </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Like the light from the sun </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Age to age He shines </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My grandmother's surgery went well. She will have to go to rehab and hopefully she will heal quickly. I know it can be difficult for someone of her age to regain all strength... In two weeks it will have been 1 year since her husband, my Bepa, passed away. It's strangely odd that she is put in the hospital the SAME weekend he was a year ago. She keeps telling my dad that she's "ready to go on to heavan". I don't blame her. She basically is just living day to day. She's lost all short-term memory. She really doesn't even agknowledge the fact that her husband of over 55 years has passed..The whole situation is extremely hard on my dad. He was always very close to his parents, and he's done a wonderful job at taking care of them. I just pray that the Lord will rid her of all pain and His will be done. Please pray for my family at this time!</div>After leaving town this afternoon with a fixed tire I saw a beautiful sunset. It was like the clouds were opening up to reveal God speaking to someone. Maybe He was speaking to me? He was reminding me that He's here for me and my family. As I kept driving the sky just kept getting more beautiful...I meant to only take a few pictures, but I ended up with over 20! NOT safe- I don't recommend it! :)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>"In him we have redemption through his</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>with the riches of God's grace."</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Ephesians 1:7 </span></div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-36732232578790218352010-04-03T22:14:00.000-07:002010-04-03T22:14:09.795-07:00easter sunday.<div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Easter lovelies:</span></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">{photos: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/">flickr</a>}</div>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-57563304068385386692010-03-30T09:12:00.000-07:002010-03-30T09:12:54.015-07:00fulfillment.<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">"<em>We will never be happy until we make God the source of our fulfillment and the answer to our longings. He is the only one who should have power over our souls." </em></span></span></span><br />
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<em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">-Stormie Omartian "The Power of a Praying Woman"</span></em>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394975941681369669.post-56088133938264636522010-03-29T22:02:00.000-07:002010-03-29T22:02:54.490-07:00college ministry.Every Sunday night our college ministry meets at the church to have our "core discipleship" Bible study. Of about 200 college kids, we split up in assigned groups of about 10 people to work on our lesson. On my way back into town yesterday I got a message saying for everyone to meet at the church immediately for an announcement. I had no idea what was going on, or what to expect. <br />
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I walked in to a room full of crying...We got news that the leader of our college ministry has stepped down from his position. For reasons I won't get into- but it was a major shock to us all. He is the one that started the ministry about 5 years ago. It all started with him leading a Bible study in his home with just a handful of people. Years later, it is now an incredible group of people who meet on Thursday nights, and Sunday for discipleship. Thursday night consists of a live worship band, prayer, scripture, and a short message geared towards college-age students, then we have a 'midnight breakfast' prepared.<br />
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If it weren't for this man I would not be where I am today. I remember hearing him speak for the first time- I left the building in tears, and called my mom telling her how God spoke to me so clearly. I have never been so moved by a speaker before. The next week I went back and he remembered my name. This was huge to me considering I only knew a few people in the entire town at the time. I felt like he cared. He encouraged me to get plugged in with this college ministry, to get involved, to join a Bible study group...And I did! I knew it wouldn't be easy, and it would be something I'd never done before, but I felt like the Lord was pushing me. This short, funny, little man knew what he was talking about. I've learned so much from him and I'm truly sad that he will not be leading the ministry anymore. I cannot describe how this man, and the ministry has changed my life. If you would have told me a year ago I'd be participating in a Bible study I would have laughed in your face. I've never been one to sit with a group I do not know and talk about feelings- much less, the Bible. I am so grateful I had the opportunity to hear this man speak. He changed my life. <br />
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Him and his family have been hurt by some things that were said causing him to resign. Tonight about 30 plus girls from the group went to their house to pray over them. We circled around their yard and asked God to be with him. To comfort them. And to encourage them. Times like these remind you that it is not him, the speaker, that holds our ministry together- <em>it is the love of God.</em> We do not know what the future will hold- but we do know that our group will unite and continue to grow. For some reason, it is in God's plan and we should get excited to see what He has in store for us. The true leaders of the bunch will step up to take over and we will move on. I pray that the newest Christians will not lose faith- but will see the strength shown and they will continue to grow and prosper. Please pray for our college ministry. There are hundreds of college students that have come to know the Lord through this group and I pray that will continue. <br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">Consider it pure joy when you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops with <strong>perserverance</strong>. - James 1:2-3</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">Be Joyful always; PRAY CONTINUALLY; give Thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">-1 Thessalonians 5:16-18</span></em>Hayley Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314738044857150618noreply@blogger.com0