<?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-6317317</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:17:16.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>the meandering path to finding reality in a big chaos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-113874896748595448</id><published>2006-01-31T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:09:27.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. By the way</title><summary type='text'>Ring sizes:Left Handpinky 2ring finger 3.75middle 5index 4.75thumb 5Right Handthumb 5.75Index 5.5middle 5.75ring 4.5pinky 2.25</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/113874896748595448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/113874896748595448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113874896748595448' title='P.S. By the way'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-113669832492732906</id><published>2006-01-07T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:32:04.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><summary type='text'>I've learned to see my own beauty, after years of being told that it did not exist.  It was a painful and slow process, but I finally caved, cried, and came to break through the years of bitterness and hurt to see what others see, that I am pretty.  I put up such a wall sometimes though, trying so hard to be overly attractive, and don't see the simple beauty in the unmade-up me.  This week has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/113669832492732906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/113669832492732906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113669832492732906' title='Beauty'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-113155419224840953</id><published>2005-11-09T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:36:32.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><summary type='text'>NOUN:1. Seemingly effortless beauty or charm of movement, form, or proportion.2. A characteristic or quality pleasing for its charm or refinement.3. A sense of fitness or propriety.4. A disposition to be generous or helpful; goodwill.5. Mercy; clemency.6. A favor rendered by one who need not do so; indulgence.7. A temporary immunity or exemption; a reprieve.8. Graces Greek &amp; Roman Mythology Three</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/113155419224840953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/113155419224840953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113155419224840953' title='Grace'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-112199067657489897</id><published>2005-07-21T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:04:36.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of a frusterating day of work I found myself debating between simply trusting God to provide for me, as Moses and the Isrealites did in the desert or to follow the adage "God helps those who help themselves".  I quickly remembered, though, that if that adage was true, Ishmael would be the father of Jacob (Isreal) rather than Isaac fathering Jacob.  So for now, I will try to trust in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/112199067657489897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/112199067657489897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112199067657489897' title='Faith'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-112199033038630429</id><published>2005-07-21T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:58:50.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formula for Love</title><summary type='text'>The key to truely loving a person is to strive to love everyone.  God, being love, loves everyone, not just those who deserve it, and thus when we have a love for all we can better love those whom we want to love - at all times.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/112199033038630429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/112199033038630429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112199033038630429' title='Formula for Love'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-112087017407660201</id><published>2005-07-08T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:49:34.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer Apologia</title><summary type='text'>I'm learning so much about prayer right now, in a depth that I never knew existed to prayer life. Prayer has always been hard for me, I'd be done so quickly, and not really know how to be in constant prayer. I did not know what do say, what to ask, or more importantly HOW to ask. For if one merely knows HOW to ask, we may not even need to know what to ask. So here I am, struggling to learn, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/112087017407660201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/112087017407660201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112087017407660201' title='My Prayer Apologia'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-111818223137473629</id><published>2005-06-07T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:10:31.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for Someone</title><summary type='text'>Though falling in love is 100% God's orchastration (minus the stuff we mess up) I have decided during the past week or so that falling for someone else is about 70% ego and 30% entertainment.  To explain more fully, what do we like better about the opposite sex than their attraction to us?  Which just comes back to our own love of ourselves - our ego.  And when that starts to bore us, this new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/111818223137473629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/111818223137473629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111818223137473629' title='Falling for Someone'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-111319978138036171</id><published>2005-04-11T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T01:25:09.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Safe Place</title><summary type='text'>*thinks of that place where tv and guys and clothes and all those other distractions do not exist, that place where God is, waiting for me to come and chat*That is the place that I need to go to more often, and rarely ever find myself.  Instead I'm rather play games, or talk to those boys I need to avoid, or shop for those clothes I do not need.  I come away from it feeling like my day has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/111319978138036171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/111319978138036171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111319978138036171' title='My Safe Place'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-111181166227328200</id><published>2005-03-25T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:34:22.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Verse</title><summary type='text'>I've never really been able to choose a life verse, but more and more I am finding that the verse that guides me is Philippians 4:8. Everytime I need guidance in how to act or think, I come back to this one. It is what shapes my personality, and what helps me to be the woman that I know God wants me to be."Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/111181166227328200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/111181166227328200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111181166227328200' title='Life Verse'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-111181136566097527</id><published>2005-03-25T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:29:25.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Romance</title><summary type='text'>I find so often that I am keeping my eyes open for Prince Charming.  I dream of meeting him, running so many senarios through my mind of how I'll meet him, and how much he'll adore me.  On the other hand, I remember that I need to be concentrating on The One who already has my love story written, and I come back to just leaning on Him, trusting Him, and remembering that He knows so much better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/111181136566097527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/111181136566097527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111181136566097527' title='The Sweetest Romance'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-110971304929957989</id><published>2005-03-01T15:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:37:29.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><summary type='text'>Strange how no one feels that it is shameful anymore to slip up and say the 'f' word.  No one even refers to it like that, they merely say it.  But suddenly the word "Love" has become taboo instead.  It is refered to as "the L word", the emphasize it's status of ortrosism in society, and to avoid saying the word love altogether.  Does the word "love" have power?  And if so, what is that power, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/110971304929957989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/110971304929957989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110971304929957989' title='The L Word'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-110928138615155736</id><published>2005-02-24T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:43:06.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Perspective</title><summary type='text'>Coming from a strong Biblical background I have a solid grasp of the doctrine that I believe.  I did not, however, have a firm grasp of how this plays out in the actual world.  I had studied and learned the law - the regulations - the way things are supposed to work in a perfect world.  I do not live in a perfect world.  I live in a sinful world.  A world more sinful than I had guessed, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/110928138615155736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/110928138615155736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110928138615155736' title='A Different Perspective'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-110373249762459193</id><published>2004-12-22T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:21:37.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long abscence</title><summary type='text'>My posting has lagged lately.  Being busy leads to less posting, not because I don't have time, but mostly becuase my thoughts become very unclear due to the lack of thinking time, thus confusion has been the main state of mind for quite some time.  But this morning as I look out my window at the snow, at an early enough hour of the day for traffic to not be a huge problem, the world looks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/110373249762459193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/110373249762459193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110373249762459193' title='After a long abscence'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-109847964529386665</id><published>2004-10-22T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:14:05.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what love is</title><summary type='text'>I got this forward from a friend, and it was so great, I had to share it.This question, "What does love mean?" was asked of a group of 4 to 8year olds. The answers gotten were broader and deeper than anyonecould have imagined.See what you thinkWhen my grandma got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint hertoenails anymore. So my grandpa does it for her now all the time,even when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/109847964529386665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/109847964529386665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109847964529386665' title='what love is'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-109786437277688226</id><published>2004-10-15T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T13:19:32.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>So many people question the meaning of love, and some do not question it enough.  I saw a t-shirt a couple of weeks ago that said something like "Sweetheart: noun, one who is revered for their qualities often considered to be one of a kind" and although that looked into meanings a little further than we often do, I think we still fall far short of the meaning of love.  We are told in the Bible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/109786437277688226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/109786437277688226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109786437277688226' title='Love'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108870014116639881</id><published>2004-07-01T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T11:43:01.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Decision to make</title><summary type='text'>Been a while, but that has only given me more time to define my life-goals, or at least some goals for the coming year.  I have decided that I need to get more Bible study time into my routine.  Also, I have finished college and need something to fill my study-void.  I will have a job, but after that what will I do with myself in my free time?  I have decided to start studying up on the Bible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108870014116639881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108870014116639881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870014116639881' title='New Decision to make'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108630653999712727</id><published>2004-06-03T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T18:49:30.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know ME</title><summary type='text'>Directions:1. Copy this whole list into your journal.2. Bold the things that are true.01.I am perfectly content to sit by myself for hours listening to the same songs over and over again.02. I'm a loud person.03. I would love to do country line dancing.04. I don't really care about...anything.05. I love fall06. Driving aimlessly while blasting music is therapeutic.07. My friends mean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108630653999712727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108630653999712727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108630653999712727' title='Getting to know &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108515112792992888</id><published>2004-05-21T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T09:52:07.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful thoughts: I love the smell of...</title><summary type='text'>I love the smell of.....Crisp spring airSunshineTulips and Lilacs in MayCookies fresh from the ovenColgne on my pillows after a guy has been over to watch a movie Chocolate cakeStrawberries and PineappleDorm hallways (they bring back so many memories)BrothersPuppy breathCrayonsCooking Onions(This post inspired by Lulu's Lines and Shadow Songs)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108515112792992888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108515112792992888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108515112792992888' title='Thankful thoughts: I love the smell of...'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108492027673162565</id><published>2004-05-18T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:46:22.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><summary type='text'>Today I am thankful for little things like:-nail polish to make me feel pretty-sunlight to make me feel cheery-flipflops that make me feel taller-music that makes me feel blessed (Jeremy Camp!)-testimonies from friends that make me feel like I just got a hug from God(The friend's testimony: Today I was at walmart looking for a certain sports magazine, and unknown to me there was a Bible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108492027673162565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108492027673162565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492027673162565' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108490863789176205</id><published>2004-05-18T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T14:31:56.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain. - AnonMy hopes are not always realised, but I always hope - AnonI believe, because it is impossible. - Credo quia impossibile.Hope is a waking dream. - AristotleFaith is daring the soul to go beyond what the eyes can see.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108490863789176205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108490863789176205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108490863789176205' title='Sweet Thoughts'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108447912777169214</id><published>2004-05-13T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T15:12:07.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I discovered...</title><summary type='text'>I discoveredthat I amthat I canthat I will bethat I am strongerthat I am persistantthat I am beautifulthat I can achieve morethat I can survive anythingthat I can love unquestionablythat I will be individualthat I will be unusualthat I will be lofty thingsI discoveredthat I amthat I canthat I will be(this post inspired by Lulu's Lines)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108447912777169214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108447912777169214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108447912777169214' title='I discovered...'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108447550964103315</id><published>2004-05-13T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T14:12:52.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Four</title><summary type='text'>DreamsHopeLoveAspirationsClouds(this post inspired by First Four)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108447550964103315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108447550964103315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108447550964103315' title='First Four'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108398275447882283</id><published>2004-05-07T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T21:23:43.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I could manage</title><summary type='text'>I could manage......to move mountainsto control seasto stop riversif I believeFor He has managedto be a humanto die for usto rise againso we would believe.(this post inspired by Lulu's Lines)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108398275447882283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108398275447882283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108398275447882283' title='I could manage'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108360652443615588</id><published>2004-05-03T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:33:29.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I waited</title><summary type='text'>I waited... for age   for maturity   for knowledge  for wisdom   for love   for a kind word   for a smile   for a laugh  for a hug  for a friendship   for you to make up your mind   for patience to develop   for spring to come   for growth occur   for my heart to heal  (This post inspired by Lulu's Lines)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108360652443615588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108360652443615588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108360652443615588' title='I waited'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108362200545574951</id><published>2004-05-03T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:10:52.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><summary type='text'>ok, decided to take a bit of a new direction.  I have added two new links under the bloggers.  One is a new journal, connected to my Bible reading/devotions.  It's mostly for me, but if you feel like taking a look at it, go ahead.  Secondly I have added a link to christianchapel.com.  It has a forum that I have started posting in, it's kinda like a huge blog.  Check it out, they have all kinds of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108362200545574951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108362200545574951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362200545574951' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108231198456518861</id><published>2004-04-18T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T13:17:06.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's usually.....</title><summary type='text'>It's usuallyso dreary when it rains, but not in April.  April rains remind me of you, of dancing to the radio,of walking through the forest.It's usuallyso cold when it rains,but not in April.April rains are warm with memories,of your arms around me, of the lights on the river.It's usuallyso lonely when it rains,but not in April.April carries me back to you,to days filled with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108231198456518861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108231198456518861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231198456518861' title='It&apos;s usually.....'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108231160520776669</id><published>2004-04-18T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T13:10:47.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><summary type='text'>I'm back from my absence, nice to know I was missed.  Hopefully I can get back to posting more often now, things have just been so busy!  (I think we all can indentify with that) :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108231160520776669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108231160520776669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231160520776669' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108231145296409467</id><published>2004-04-18T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T13:08:57.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association</title><summary type='text'>Virginia:: Yes, there is a Santa ClausSoft:: cuddlyCarol:: ChristmasVanity:: roommatesFeminist:: ShaunAlias:: the tv showCoward:: -ly lionBeer:: uck!Chance:: Monopoly!Honest:: the best policy(This post inspired by Random Mutterings)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108231145296409467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108231145296409467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231145296409467' title='Free Association'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107846175456823877</id><published>2004-04-08T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:13:45.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association</title><summary type='text'>Dogma:: DoctrineSpirit:: LifeVoodoo:: DollsDemon:: DevilDigital:: CameraCeremony:: WeddingResearch:: Papers :( blahCareer:: ScaryFilm:: Classic Movie(This post inspired by Unconscious Mutterings)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107846175456823877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107846175456823877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#107846175456823877' title='Free Association'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108105812491549598</id><published>2004-04-03T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:59:06.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association</title><summary type='text'>Pitbull:: cuteTD:: Tiny Dancer (Tim McGraw song)Carter:: JimmyJapan:: Dragons50:: dollarsStreak:: hair dyeRifle:: bulletsTrap:: huntingEaster:: JesusMitt:: baseball(This post inspired by Random Mutterings)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108105812491549598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108105812491549598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108105812491549598' title='Free Association'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108088984967768801</id><published>2004-04-02T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T01:14:29.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition: Impatient</title><summary type='text'>Impatient (adjective)1. not patient : restless or short of temper especially under irritation, delay, or opposition 2 . prompted or marked by impatience 3. eagerly desirous : anxious4. Not understanding of God's plan and more eager for what you can see as a possibility5. How you feel when trying to write a paper that just isn't going fast enough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108088984967768801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108088984967768801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088984967768801' title='Definition: Impatient'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108086833365320460</id><published>2004-04-01T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T19:15:52.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories and my nose</title><summary type='text'>Smells bring back so many memories, I always realize that in the spring.  The soft breeze brings the smell of new grass and rain.  Certain smells bring back memories that you love -- leaves in the fall bring back memories of childhood. And others bring back painful memories -- spring breezes bring back friends left behind.  I take a deep breath and close my eyes, wishing for those moments back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108086833365320460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108086833365320460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086833365320460' title='Memories and my nose'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108019767470846119</id><published>2004-03-25T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:58:02.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy-Random</title><summary type='text'>A friend send me this very interesting link.  Not sure if there is a point, but check it out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108019767470846119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108019767470846119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108019767470846119' title='Crazy-Random'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108015224826107219</id><published>2004-03-24T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T12:20:56.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition: Turmoil</title><summary type='text'>Noun1. an extremely confused or agitated confusionYeah... very confused</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108015224826107219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108015224826107219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015224826107219' title='Definition: Turmoil'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-108007738816278178</id><published>2004-03-23T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:33:14.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association 4</title><summary type='text'>Wife:: HusbandCriminal:: EvilCampaign:: MudslingingInfection:: WoundPortland:: OregonNASCAR:: Fast carsIMAX:: Star WarsMartian:: Marvin theNike:: SwooshTrial:: Criminal(This post inspired by Random Mutterings)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108007738816278178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/108007738816278178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108007738816278178' title='Free Association 4'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107954964796588766</id><published>2004-03-17T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T12:57:25.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association x 4</title><summary type='text'>What are the first four things you think of when I say:TerrorismDestructionFearGod's ProtectionTwin Towers(This post inspired by First Four)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107954964796588766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107954964796588766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107954964796588766' title='Free Association x 4'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107937426574837545</id><published>2004-03-15T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T12:14:21.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I try to.......</title><summary type='text'>I try to forget youI try, but I fail.Your memory haunts meMy efforts to forget are of no avail.I gave you my heartI gave, without reservation.That was a mistakeNow my hurt has no limitation.Now I attempt to move onI attempt to be stableBut I can't forget my dreamsOf the flowers, and the veil.(This post inspired by Lulu's Lines)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107937426574837545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107937426574837545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107937426574837545' title='I try to.......'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107937368454576756</id><published>2004-03-15T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T12:04:40.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association 3</title><summary type='text'>Old Navy:: Clearance, I love old navy clearance....Out:: in, out, in, I can go out, I can go in, I can go out, I can go in...Indecent:: bathing suits!UPN:: United Postal Neptunes... hmm.. wonder what it really stands forPupil:: teacherToothpaste:: minty fresh, oh, and I believe in mouthwash.. mm.. you sexy thang1999:: ClintonPassion:: the movieSocial security:: number...Cliff:: hanger!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107937368454576756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107937368454576756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107937368454576756' title='Free Association 3'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107868323036950052</id><published>2004-03-07T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T12:16:54.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association</title><summary type='text'>Dogma:: DoctrineSpirit:: LifeVoodoo:: DollsDemon:: DevilDigital:: CameraCeremony:: WeddingResearch:: Papers :( blahCareer:: ScaryFilm:: Classic Movie(This post inspired by Unconscious Mutterings)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107868323036950052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107868323036950052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868323036950052' title='Free Association'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107821316161047745</id><published>2004-03-02T01:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T01:42:18.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition: Brokenness</title><summary type='text'>Broken (adjective)1) Shattered2) Having gaps or breaks: interrupted, disrupted3) Subdued, crushed4) Bankrupt5) Me without you6) The state I need to be in before God can start healing me again and putting me back together in a more perfect way, so that my life will again be whole.7) The place in which I rely on God the most, and the place I want to be the least, until I am so hurt (like now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107821316161047745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107821316161047745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107821316161047745' title='Definition: Brokenness'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107821286555923532</id><published>2004-03-02T01:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T01:37:22.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I am</title><summary type='text'>Today I went to the Christian bookstore.  I need to start a new phase in my life.  I was looking for books on brokenness and how to be more in love with God, more content with where he has you.  I know in my heart that I will get married someday, so the books for people who may never get married just didn't apply to me.  The only other books they had were on how to find the perfect guy but right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107821286555923532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107821286555923532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107821286555923532' title='Where I am'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107803675252167352</id><published>2004-02-29T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T00:43:11.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association</title><summary type='text'>Hollywood:: Movie StarsCensor:: controversyNascar:: Dave and Aaron :)Lube:: Jiffy (lol)Mortgage:: ResponsibilityFreedom:: FunChampion:: Breakfast!Reality TV:: stupidNew York:: My dream cityTease:: ME!(This post inspired by Unconscious Mutterings)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107803675252167352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107803675252167352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107803675252167352' title='Free Association'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107800790502647357</id><published>2004-02-28T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T00:48:22.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote: Happiness</title><summary type='text'>The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. -- Francis H. Bradley HA!  There's an unattainable goal. :)  But it is true, the times that I have been able to be happy for someone else without wanting it for myself, I've been able to be quite happy.  Rejoicing with others is a blessing for sure -- and it's really great when others can rejoice with you, because that means YOU are the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107800790502647357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107800790502647357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107800790502647357' title='Quote: Happiness'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107784959397068868</id><published>2004-02-26T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T00:47:59.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote: Educated Mind</title><summary type='text'>It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. -- Aristotle This is a crucial point for being in college!  I guess I am truly educated because I can listen to a lot of nonsense.(this post based off of the meme "in other words")</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107784959397068868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107784959397068868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784959397068868' title='Quote: Educated Mind'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107766186129458192</id><published>2004-02-25T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T15:44:20.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Line: If I can only</title><summary type='text'>If I can only.......Get over this feelingMove on in my lifeAnd just keep on coping.If I can only.......Forget what has happenedLeave memories behindAnd just keep on breathing.If I can only........Burn away what is leftExtinguish the flamesAnd just keep on being.I have to keep leaving,Force every breath I take,Cope with every memory,If I can only......(This post inspired by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107766186129458192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107766186129458192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107766186129458192' title='Line: If I can only'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107734739891172529</id><published>2004-02-21T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T01:12:42.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrews 4</title><summary type='text'>A few observations from my Bible reading tonight:"His works were finished from the foundation of the world" (Hebrews 4:3) -- Time is not a concept that can contain God.  He is beyond the constraints of time.  Though it is hard for me to understand this, it is said throughout His word.  Beyond that, though, God's intention to have His son die on the cross for our sins was from the beginning.  He</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107734739891172529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107734739891172529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107734739891172529' title='Hebrews 4'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107731135453734420</id><published>2004-02-20T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:14:48.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote: Lateness</title><summary type='text'>I have noticed that the people who are late are often so much jollier than the people who have to wait for them. -- E. V. Lucas Patience if not a virtue, the only other thing it could be is a myth!(this post based off of the meme "in other words")</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107731135453734420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107731135453734420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731135453734420' title='Quote: Lateness'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107717735040699320</id><published>2004-02-19T01:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:58:31.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition double: Incessant Incertitude</title><summary type='text'>Incessant (adjective)1) continuing or flowing without interuptionIncertitude (noun)1) Uncertainty, doubt, indecision2) Insecurity, InstabilitySometimes I feel like my life is in a state of incessant incertitude...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107717735040699320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107717735040699320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717735040699320' title='Definition double: Incessant Incertitude'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107717676708917509</id><published>2004-02-19T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:48:47.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition: Amative</title><summary type='text'>This definition was posted on Blister's to Bliss.  Carolina, the author of that blog, posted it for Valentine's Day, and I feel it is totally appropriate... too bad I was behind in reading her blog or I could have had this up sooner...Amative (adjective)1) Indicative of love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107717676708917509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107717676708917509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717676708917509' title='Definition: Amative'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107704642671218539</id><published>2004-02-17T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:15:39.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote: Happiness</title><summary type='text'>If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time. -- Edith Wharton Seeking to be happy only emphasizes the point that you are not happy.  However, in seeking other things you can attain happiness.  For example, in seeking God you can find contentment, and in helping others you can receive quite a joy.(this post based off of the meme "in other words")</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107704642671218539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107704642671218539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107704642671218539' title='Quote: Happiness'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107697235088790304</id><published>2004-02-16T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T17:01:48.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Days</title><summary type='text'>Lately I had a couple of depressing occurances, mixed in with plenty of good, but I guess I tend to focus on the bad stuff at times.  But an even more effective way of getting myself out of the dumps is to find the humor in situations.  Here's an example: Shark AttackNow I just need to find the humor in mine...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107697235088790304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107697235088790304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697235088790304' title='Bad Days'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107660422031040075</id><published>2004-02-12T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:16:02.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote: Love</title><summary type='text'>Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. -- Iris Murdoch (1919 - 1999) Love is a difficult thing to understand, but this quote does have some truth to it.  It is strange how you realize that the things of fairy tales actually come true, and that you can be Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, like you always wanted to be.  Prince Charming will come, and the birds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107660422031040075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107660422031040075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660422031040075' title='Quote: Love'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107656767242798162</id><published>2004-02-12T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:56:00.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition: Humility</title><summary type='text'>My friend Anemone posted about humility today, so I decided to make it the definition for today.Humility (noun)1. The quality or state of being humbleHumble (adjective)1. Low, humble2. Not proud or haughty3. Not pretentious: unassuming4. Insignificantsynonyms: meek, modest, lowlyThe Bible describes humility as a quality to be desired.  It requires a lack of self, a higher esteem for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107656767242798162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107656767242798162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656767242798162' title='Definition: Humility'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107656680934913303</id><published>2004-02-11T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T00:22:40.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A change</title><summary type='text'>I realized today that I have changed quite a bit since last year.  I've become more loving than before -- compassionate.  Last year I found myself being hateful and angry toward others in my life.  I was scared and timid, and when I found someone to protect me I ended up being controled instead.  I was not recieving love, merely intimidation and in turn I did not know how to show love to others.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107656680934913303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107656680934913303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656680934913303' title='A change'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107628013617872689</id><published>2004-02-08T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T16:44:42.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Confusion</title><summary type='text'>Ever been positive in the diretion your life was headed, how things were going to go, only to the next week have a totally different direction that you are just as positive about?  Is it strange to have a complete U-turn and be so sure of things?  or is it perfectly normal, and I just think it's strange?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107628013617872689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107628013617872689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107628013617872689' title='In Confusion'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107627305041271026</id><published>2004-02-08T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:16:24.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote: Reading</title><summary type='text'>Education... has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading. -- G. M. Trevelyan, English Social History (1942) How true.  Though much that has been written is worth the read, there are still quite a bit of reading material that has no value at all.  Most of my professors seem to be quite effective at choosing the material that is NOT worth reading.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107627305041271026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107627305041271026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107627305041271026' title='Quote: Reading'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107602907306633446</id><published>2004-02-05T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:17:06.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote: Truth</title><summary type='text'>It is always the best policy to speak the truth--unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar. -- Jerome K. Jerome Truth has beauty, it is refreshing.  Even when it may hurt, it has the padding of at least being honest.  However, lies cause hurt, guilt and often come back to haunt you when the wrong person hears it.  Truth is not just the best policy, it is the most pleasant option </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107602907306633446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107602907306633446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602907306633446' title='Quote: Truth'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107600942482609427</id><published>2004-02-05T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T13:32:46.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Somnambulism (noun)1. performance of motor ats (as walking) during sleep2. an abnormal condition of sleep characterised by thisFound this interestesting word in the dictionary, and got to thinking about it.Do you ever wonder if you do or say anything during your sleep?  I'm quite certain that I don't (afterall, I have roommates who would be SURE to tell me if I did)!  But I do dream quite a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107600942482609427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107600942482609427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600942482609427' title='Dreams'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107583288682165557</id><published>2004-02-03T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T12:30:25.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><summary type='text'>Song (noun)1. Vocal music, also a composition of words and music2. Poetic Composition3. A distintive or characteristic sound (as of a bird)4. The basis of the feeling I have deep inside5. The physcial evidence/display of my feelings, especially when deeply saddened or exuberant6. Something that drives me through my day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107583288682165557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107583288682165557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583288682165557' title='Song'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107570463498566422</id><published>2004-02-02T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:13:00.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity</title><summary type='text'>Serene (adjective)1. Clear2. Quiet, calmSynonyms: tranquil, peaceful, placidGod has placed a peace on this evening for me and my roommates.  One of my roommates is asleep on my bed, I have worship music on, and all the conflicts of the day have worn away.  The current state of the apartment is definately serene.  What a blessing!  A blanket of love and peace has settled down upon us.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107570463498566422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107570463498566422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570463498566422' title='Serenity'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107561567556285273</id><published>2004-01-31T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T00:11:12.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Definitions Pertaining to Today</title><summary type='text'>These definitions strong together, as you may see, in the process of thought I have gone through today.  Void (adjective)1. Unoccupied, vacant2. Containing nothing:empty3. Lacking, devoid(noun)1. Empty space, emptiness, vacuum2. A feeling of want or hollowness3. To be deficient, need4. God-Shaped Hole (see Audio Adrenaline or Plumb)(verb)1. To make or leave empty; vacate, leave2. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107561567556285273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107561567556285273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107561567556285273' title='Several Definitions Pertaining to Today'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107561171337749243</id><published>2004-01-31T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T23:04:09.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><summary type='text'>I love definitions.  Dictionaries are wonderful things!  But a dictionary only provides part of definition, the rest of a definition is made up of our own understanding, experiences, and revelations.  I have decided to often include definitions of words that relate to my life.  I invite anyone who read these definitions to include in the comments section their own definition of those words, or (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107561171337749243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107561171337749243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107561171337749243' title='Decision'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107531512935553193</id><published>2004-01-28T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T12:40:59.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day</title><summary type='text'>I feel like my posts are mostly all happy to the point of sickening others, but oh well, it's how I feel today.  How'd I get here?  Let me tell you:1) Yesterday I watched a movie with a good guy friend.  It was a dumb movie, but it was with him, so I didn't care what it was.  We laughed together, and hearing his laugh, seeing his smile, after he's been so sad lately, it was beautiful.2) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107531512935553193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107531512935553193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531512935553193' title='Great Day'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107513819476815003</id><published>2004-01-26T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T23:32:20.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><summary type='text'>Friend (noun)1. One attached to another by respect or affection2. Acquaintance3. One who is not hostile4. A friend loves at all times (Proverbs 17:17)Jon, thanks for being a real friend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107513819476815003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107513819476815003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513819476815003' title='Friendship'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107502025166838226</id><published>2004-01-25T02:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T02:46:17.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>It is easy to love when you are recieving love, but is it justified to give up on love when you are not recieving it in return?  I say no.  For love is more than what we see on the surface.  Love has faith as a foundation.  Love thinks not of itself, not for one's own pleasure.  Love is not a condition that changes.  Love takes great understanding.  Love is forgiveness.  Love may be blind, but it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107502025166838226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107502025166838226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107502025166838226' title='Love'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107490379381690950</id><published>2004-01-23T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T18:25:18.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>How is it that one day I can be so happy and content, and the next day, without anything changing, I am unhappy, discontent, and frusterated?  I suppose it is due to letting impatience steal my joy away.  (Psalm 51:12 -- restore to me the joy of your salvation and sustain me with a willing spirit) Why do I even allow that to happen? (Ephesians 4:27 -- do not give the devil an opportunity) I dwell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107490379381690950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107490379381690950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107490379381690950' title='Why?'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107466761095232440</id><published>2004-01-21T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T00:48:51.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God-Hug</title><summary type='text'>After a crazy-awful weekend where nothing seemed to go right, I got the wonderful opportunity today to hang out with some friends.  Not just any friends, but two of the most important people in my life.  Being with them just gives me a feeling of utter peace, of joy, of being where I belong.  It's the feeling I was trying to describe before.  I now describe the feeling as that of a God-hug.  Any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107466761095232440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107466761095232440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107466761095232440' title='God-Hug'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107440622699046755</id><published>2004-01-18T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:44:10.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the good side of emotions</title><summary type='text'>Every felt perfectly happy?  Just perfectly happy.  Content.  Joy that washes all else aside.  Peace that definately passes your every understanding.  Happy to the point where your smiling muscles hurt the next day, but you can't stop smiling.  So happy that you don't remember anything else but the present.  No worries of the future, no regrets from the past.  Just a "God is great," wonderful, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107440622699046755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107440622699046755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107440622699046755' title='the good side of emotions'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107432011275683970</id><published>2004-01-17T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T00:17:07.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><summary type='text'>Emotions -- they can be so nice sometimes, but at others they just take over, and no matter what you do, you can't bring them back to reality.  They don't listen to logic or reason.  They are some of the most unruly things I've ever experienced!  And worse, they are part of me, ME, who I SHOULD be able to control.  But I can't.Right now I am upset, stressed, and very confused.  I feel torn.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107432011275683970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107432011275683970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107432011275683970' title='Emotions'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107405993250824980</id><published>2004-01-13T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T00:01:01.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking For Granted</title><summary type='text'>I recently discovered that I have a tendency to wish for things gone by, to my own detriment, because I end up living in the past until the present becomes the past and I wish for it back.  Though there are things, places, and people from the past that I still enjoy now and again, I hope I can bring my outlook back to the present.  I want to realize the blessings I have now, rather than only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107405993250824980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107405993250824980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107405993250824980' title='Taking For Granted'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-10739414252410534</id><published>2004-01-12T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:04:06.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a woman of my own</title><summary type='text'>As this blog is a record of how I am striving to find myself again, I want to record one very important decision I recently made.You know how it is, you agree to do something with a friend, and last minute, they pull out, sometimes without even informing you.  And you probably declined doing something else just so you could do the first thing.  I have made the decision that I don't let other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/10739414252410534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/10739414252410534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10739414252410534' title='Becoming a woman of my own'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317317.post-107388238680882276</id><published>2004-01-11T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:07:40.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Void</title><summary type='text'>I'm not much for journaling, but lately I have felt more like expressing my thoughts into actual recorded words.  Tonight, while listening to the radio I heard Micheal W. Smith's song "Missing Person."  "...There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountainAnd like a child he would believe without a reasonWithout a trace he disappeared into the void andI've been searching for that missing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107388238680882276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317317/posts/default/107388238680882276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everthoughtful.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388238680882276' title='Out of the Void'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</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></entry></feed>
