<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324</id><updated>2009-10-03T06:05:19.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>East from the West</title><subtitle type='html'>For as high as the heavens are above the earth, 
so great is his love for those who fear him; 
as far as the east is from the west, 
so far has he removed our transgressions from us. 
Psalm 103:11-12</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-6565025977207003630</id><published>2009-01-05T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:35:20.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>anew</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I last wrote here.  A lot has happened.God has been really good to me over the last year, but this has been one of the hardest times of my life so far too!I decided to go to nursing school, so I have spent about a year taking all the prerequisites.  Last year in January or so I decided that I would go to LT in Colorado.  This meant quitting my job at Northcrest and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6565025977207003630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=6565025977207003630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/6565025977207003630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/6565025977207003630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2009/01/anew.html' title='anew'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-1143768653371386480</id><published>2007-05-14T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:24:10.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><summary type='text'>These last few months I've been thinking a lot about grace, and all that goes along with it.  I've kind of realized that I'm a perfectionist (big surprise) and that has been affecting how I view God. I've been reading a book called "A Glimpse of Jesus," and a couple of things I have been really thinking about. "I hope it is clear that feelings of guilt, accompanied by anxiety, fear and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1143768653371386480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=1143768653371386480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/1143768653371386480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/1143768653371386480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-3118015663342398268</id><published>2007-04-07T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:45:13.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><summary type='text'>This last week God provided for me in a really cool, random way.A little background:  I paid off all my student loans at the beginning of the month, which was way sweet.  (and in itself an amazing example of his provision for me) I pretty much cleaned out my checking account, but I wanted to just get it done.Anyway, on the 23rd I also had some minor surgery on my ear, which means that I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3118015663342398268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=3118015663342398268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/3118015663342398268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/3118015663342398268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-8118610598584591216</id><published>2007-03-05T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:58:36.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so cool, yet again</title><summary type='text'>I have been planning to take the certified nurse's assistant course (CNA) through DMACC this summer.  I think it will be really helpful in my current job, and it's the first step in pursuing nursing school.Problem is, the class is about $300 plus books and the certification exam.  I didn't really have that money to spend--I could have done it, but there are other things I have been planning to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8118610598584591216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=8118610598584591216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/8118610598584591216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/8118610598584591216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-cool-yet-again.html' title='so cool, yet again'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-8251941305303993287</id><published>2007-02-25T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:43:41.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><summary type='text'>When I got home tonight my parents were watching the Chronicles of Narnia, and it got me thinking.  Story, and heroes are such a big part of my life, of my mind.  No one over wants to be the background person, to have no significance in what happens in the great scenes of life. When the grand, heroic music comes on, why do our hearts swell?  Why do we want to be part of the story?  I don't knkow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8251941305303993287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=8251941305303993287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/8251941305303993287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/8251941305303993287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2007/02/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-7444732710186713606</id><published>2007-02-24T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:32:41.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>man, this book has some good stuff</title><summary type='text'>5Thus says the LORD:"Cursed is the man who trusts in man  and makes flesh his strength,[a]  whose heart turns away from the LORD.  6He is like a shrub in the desert,  and shall not see any good come.He shall dwell in the parched places of the wilderness,  in an uninhabited salt land.7"Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,   whose trust is the LORD.  8He is like a tree planted by water,   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7444732710186713606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=7444732710186713606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/7444732710186713606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/7444732710186713606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-this-book-has-some-good-stuff.html' title='man, this book has some good stuff'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-7320240696629015895</id><published>2007-02-03T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:22:55.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>there are crazy people all around</title><summary type='text'>Today I judged State Large Group speech contest in WDM at Valley. It was my first time as a judge--I was in speech for three years in high school.Anyway, I had to be at Valley at 7 this morning.  That was pretty early.I ended up judging Reader's Theater, which is basically acting without costumes, makeup or sets, and the performers can use scripts.This was kind of scary, since this wasn't an even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7320240696629015895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=7320240696629015895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/7320240696629015895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/7320240696629015895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-crazy-people-all-around.html' title='there are crazy people all around'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-1651264380043510549</id><published>2007-01-31T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:55:32.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and then I said...</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever just sat still and wondered what you are supposed to be doing?  I am on the go a lot--only recently have I been trying to stop and catch my thoughts.  I didn't go to the dorms tonight like I had planned to...I was driving there and felt I should turn around and go home.  So here I am.Most of the time I have no idea what I am doing.  I have realized that I have been putting very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1651264380043510549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=1651264380043510549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/1651264380043510549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/1651264380043510549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-then-i-said.html' title='and then I said...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-6179303361901115960</id><published>2006-11-15T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:30:37.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CCDI</title><summary type='text'>So, since I work in the health care center of a retirement community, today I did state CCDI training.  That stands for Chronically Confused Dementing Illness--basically it's training about Alzheimer's and other forms of dementia, and what to do with people who ahve any of those illnesses. Honestly, I have been kind of nervous around a lot of the residents in the center.  I just don't know what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6179303361901115960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=6179303361901115960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/6179303361901115960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/6179303361901115960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/11/ccdi.html' title='CCDI'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-6869315179894568253</id><published>2006-11-13T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:22:25.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><summary type='text'>Just when I think I'm getting all good and following God, he reminds me that I still have more work to do. Last night my sister asked me a simple, unoffensive question, but I got defensive and we ended up yelling at each other.  I thought I was past that.  yeah right. I have been getting proud, I guess, thinking I was all mature, and above acting immature and stupid.  I was definitely wrong. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6869315179894568253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=6869315179894568253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/6869315179894568253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/6869315179894568253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/11/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-7279469024517702864</id><published>2006-11-06T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:27:28.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, hymns</title><summary type='text'>A couple of weeks ago I busted out my dad's old hymnbook and I've been learning to play the songs on my mandolin.  I've discovered how amazing it is to sing these songs, even though I'm by myself in my room.  Then the concert on last Thursday was really good-- it's so true, that the old songs have so much meaning that we usually just write off.One of my favorites is Come, Thou Fount--there are so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7279469024517702864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=7279469024517702864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/7279469024517702864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/7279469024517702864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-hymns.html' title='So, hymns'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-4156376819113931923</id><published>2006-11-01T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:54:53.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizon</title><summary type='text'>I love this song."Horizon"38th Parallel Another day burns away into darknessAnother blink of the eye of timeI am straining through the blacknessEver searching for a sign The days grow long and the days grow darkAnd the days grow ever colder The trust that I started with fades as I get olderThough the road is hardIt seems to me there is no way around this From all you've done for me I know you'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4156376819113931923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=4156376819113931923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/4156376819113931923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/4156376819113931923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/11/horizon.html' title='Horizon'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-3908839976093897681</id><published>2006-10-22T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:37:49.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah pictures</title><summary type='text'>So I work at a photography studio, and I was dreaming last night that I was helping a customer place an order.  I remember thinking "I cannot forget this order"  So apparently I turned on the light, found a piece of paper and a pen in my drawer, and wrote down their order.When I woke up this morning, there was a piece of paper with"Walker8x10 couple2  5x7 kids"The funniest thing is that Walker is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3908839976093897681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=3908839976093897681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/3908839976093897681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/3908839976093897681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah-pictures.html' title='yeah pictures'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-6388609999552099191</id><published>2006-10-14T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:55:50.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God stories'/><title type='text'>Another God story</title><summary type='text'>So this one is about work and trusting God.I have been working at a photography studio in Ames since May. I like it, but I have not been getting 40 hours a week, and as the senior season slows down, my hours will be reduced more. After getting some counsel, I decided that I should look for something else, simply because it wasn't working for me financially to not be getting forty hours.Like most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6388609999552099191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=6388609999552099191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/6388609999552099191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/6388609999552099191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-god-story.html' title='Another God story'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-116045165054014537</id><published>2006-10-09T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:40:50.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons in progress'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was listening to some music at work, and "Jumper" by Third Eye Blind came up.  I will be taking this phrase completely out of the context of the rest of the lyrics, but one verse really hit me. "You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in"So I've been thinking about the lies that I believe so often.  There are so many.  I'm becoming more and more convinced of Satan's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/116045165054014537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=116045165054014537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/116045165054014537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/116045165054014537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-i-was-listening-to-some-music-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115988599610278936</id><published>2006-10-03T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:33:16.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons in progress'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Peter 4:1Therefore, since Christ suffered in his body, arm yourselves also with the same attitude, because he who has suffered in his body is done with sin. 2 As a result, he does not live the rest of is earthly life for evil human desires, but rather for the will of God. 12 Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115988599610278936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115988599610278936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115988599610278936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115988599610278936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-peter-41-therefore-since-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115869901162292667</id><published>2006-09-19T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:50:11.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random and/or funny stuff'/><title type='text'>Yuck</title><summary type='text'>So I have poison ivy.  I was having a quiet time at Moore Park (formerly my favorite park) when I looked down and thought, "huh, that looks like poison ivy.  Nah, I don't think so."  I was wrong.  It was.Then BOOM, yesterday it went crazy.  I react really strongly to it.  I had it once before and was on steroids for two months to get rid of it.  That was a really fun time.  I'd like to avoid that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115869901162292667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115869901162292667' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115869901162292667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115869901162292667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/09/yuck.html' title='Yuck'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115792718503045683</id><published>2006-09-10T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:26:25.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons in progress'/><title type='text'>Glory</title><summary type='text'>If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men.1 Corinthians 15:19I was thinking about this verse.  Previously in this chapter, Paul is talking about the resurrection, and how, if it isn't true, if it didn't happen, our faith is in vain, and we might as well just have a good time here in this life.He says that if we hope in Christ only for this life, if we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115792718503045683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115792718503045683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115792718503045683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115792718503045683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/09/glory.html' title='Glory'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115569182180964243</id><published>2006-08-15T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:31:04.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons in progress'/><title type='text'>water</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking after reading the book Edge of Eternity Am I willing to let people die of thirst a few feet from the water that would save them because I am too scared that they might make fun of me or reject me?Fear of  people seems kind of ridiculous when I think about it that way.  Is that how I am learning to view the Gospel?  As water that will save a dying person?  Or am I too concerned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115569182180964243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115569182180964243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115569182180964243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115569182180964243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/08/water.html' title='water'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115428258329818839</id><published>2006-07-30T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:03:03.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons in progress'/><title type='text'>clouds</title><summary type='text'>Oswald Chambers once again really challenged/encouraged me with one of his entries from Utmost.  "In the Bible clouds are always connected with God. Clouds are those sorrows or sufferings or providence, within or without our personal lives, which seem to dispute the will of God. It is by those very clouds that the Spirit of God is teaching us how to walk by faith. If there were no clouds, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115428258329818839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115428258329818839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115428258329818839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115428258329818839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/07/clouds.html' title='clouds'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115370574470986570</id><published>2006-07-23T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:49:04.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons in progress'/><title type='text'>are we there yet?</title><summary type='text'>Revelation 22 (one of the most beautiful and hope-filled chapters in the Bible)    No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants[c] will worship him. (we'll worship him in person, kneeling right in front of his throne!)  4They (we) will see(look at, gaze upon) his face, and his name (maybe the name we have never known because we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115370574470986570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115370574470986570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115370574470986570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115370574470986570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-we-there-yet.html' title='are we there yet?'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115292092156820698</id><published>2006-07-14T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:48:41.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God stories'/><title type='text'>whew, I'm a grownup</title><summary type='text'>So the drama of my job is over (for the moment)  I work at Craig Carroll Photography, and when he hired me he said there was a possibility of me taking over as manager when the current manager moves at the end of this month.  But then he started interviewing other people, so I asked him what was going on.  Short story, he said I was one of three candidates for the job. So yesterday, he told me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115292092156820698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115292092156820698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115292092156820698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115292092156820698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/07/whew-im-grownup.html' title='whew, I&apos;m a grownup'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115145074061115488</id><published>2006-06-27T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:25:40.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons in progress'/><title type='text'>aqui, esta bien part II</title><summary type='text'>I guess I should clarify my last post a little bit.  I'm not expecting to get that "dream job," nor am I really hoping to have some super-successful career for the long-term, but what I'm wondering is how tolerant you should be of stuff you don't like.  Is it really that big of a deal to work in a job you don't really like?  I don't think so, unless you absolutely hate it or are terrible at it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115145074061115488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115145074061115488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115145074061115488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115145074061115488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/06/aqui-esta-bien-part-ii.html' title='aqui, esta bien part II'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115138077222740045</id><published>2006-06-26T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:59:32.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons in progress'/><title type='text'>aqui, esta bien</title><summary type='text'>So, I've been thinking about work (jobs) a lot.  I hear a lot of conflicting viewpoints from various people.  (even a lot of pastors and people I would consider my advisors think differently)  Should one try to find a "dream job" where you are really passionate about what you do and "love going to work every day" or should you just get a good paying job to survive and do ministry or whatever you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115138077222740045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115138077222740045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115138077222740045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115138077222740045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/06/aqui-esta-bien.html' title='aqui, esta bien'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11548324.post-115077289522875712</id><published>2006-06-19T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:08:43.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God stories'/><title type='text'>take off the remaining hubcaps and it's a Ghetto Cruiser (my dad's words)</title><summary type='text'>God did something really cool. I got my first car today! To go back a little ways, I have been wondering how I would be able to get a car, and it was looking like I would just get a really junky one for now, then save my money to buy a better one later. But then my mom, (the most resourceful woman on the planet) asked my uncle (!) if he knew anyone who wanted to sell a car.Well, his neighbor, who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/115077289522875712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11548324&amp;postID=115077289522875712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115077289522875712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11548324/posts/default/115077289522875712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastfromthewest.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-off-remaining-hubcaps-and-its.html' title='take off the remaining hubcaps and it&apos;s a Ghetto Cruiser (my dad&apos;s words)'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13190006458381351546'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>